~The Dragonflies'Lair~Poetry Thread XXIII

October 18, 2005 | bentfeather/The Poets of the Lair

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and me...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

~The Dragon Flies' Lair was first posted August 27, 2003 ~

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[StarCMC]

WOOHOO!! A new thread.

[StarCMC]

controversy stirred
one who seemed a friend is not
faithful ones are found

Thank you, bentfeather, for being a true friend.

[Soaring Feather]

friendships forged in controversy
gold and silver metals true
one is old, one is new,
loyalty stays in red white and blue

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Blessed Assurance

[Soaring Feather]

Morning, Kathy. Thank You, for Blessed Assurance.

[Jet Jaguar]

Good morning, Ms. Feather.

[Soaring Feather]

What a beautiful view for the Lair.


Thank You.

[StarCMC]

One true friend is worth
More than all else combined
I'm lucky, I've two.

He he he!! Good morning!

[Soaring Feather]

I'm told, good things come in twos
friends by the bushel
better than gold.

bentfeather

[HopeandGlory]

Walter de la Mare

SLEEP

Men all, and birds, and creeping beasts,
When the dark of night is deep,
From the moving wonder of their lives
Commit themselves to sleep.

  Without a thought, or fear, they shut
The narrow gates of sense;
Heedless and quiet, in slumber turn
Their strength to impotence.

  The transient strangeness of the earth
Their spirits no more see:
Within a silent gloom withdrawn,
They slumber in secrecy.

  Two worlds they have--a globe forgot,
Wheeling from dark to light;
And all the enchanted realm of dream
That burgeons out of night.

by: Walter de la Mare (b. 1873 - 1956)

Good night Miss Feather and Fellow Lairites, I'm off to sleep . . . see you tomorrow . . . ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Wonderful poem Hope, thank you.

Have a good rest, see you tomorrow.

[WayzataJOHNN]

WWII and Waiting

She sits on the lone park bench,
in that little corner park,
with its five flowerbeds,
and a time-stained statue there.

She loves this place for its air,
and the peace is what she’d of said,
for here, life is not so stark,
and she escapes life’s sudden wrench.

The breeze winds among the flower’s scents,
life’s perfume so sweet in her dreams,
and she remembers him from so long ago,
and their time together so swiftly gone.

They took him from her, that long ago dawn,
on a beach, those hard faced German foes,
and she woke that sad day with screams,
and only time made her later pain relent.

That black edge telegram bore away her world,
and fifty years later it still hurt in the dark corners,
her life held him as a memory like a dark jewel,
since that June in ’44 it all changed before her eyes.

Since then, she can but let history flow by to sighs,
wondering why leaders of nations are such a fool,
making so many young women such sad mourners,
as deep and bitter pain in each heart is unfurled.

The neighborhood honored their hero in stone,
and set him guard over a small corner park,
adding five small flowerbeds to add color,
and a bench for retrospection and tired souls.

Here one might rest from history’s bitter tolls,
or pay a price far more costly then simply dollars,
and only in peace may a tattered heart say hark,
and perhaps heal enough to grant others to atone.

She sits on the lone park bench,
in that little corner park,
with its five flowerbeds,
and a time-stained statue there.

She loves this place for its air,
and the peace is what she’d of said,
for here, life is not so stark,
and she escapes life’s sudden wrench.

[Soaring Feather]

Evening, Johnn.


Powerful and so sad.

[WayzataJOHNN]

A lost love is sad, but in a way, she still has him, and will for all her life. He watches over her, shares flowers with her, and is there across time, at her side. There is something far greater then any sadness can touch, and that is true love.

[Soaring Feather]

Beautifully said. Really a good poem. Nice to see you.

[Ruth C]

The photographs eyes see,
a hopeless hope kept whole,
in papered anguished plea,
the screams of New York's soul.

Walls of silent cries
in reams of black and white
as mutely each denies
tomorrows' empty night

Through focused camera lens,
a thousand pictures burned
in minds of untold men,
the souls that won't return.

Has anybody seen....?

rac

[Soaring Feather]

Hello and Welcome to The Dragonflies' Lair.


Powerful poem, Ruth. Thank you.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Hi Ruth, and Welcome!

I'm the board Curmudgeon, and general overall silly guy. Nice to see you here, and the poem has power, nice indeed!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.