~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 ~

~A place to write a few lines of poetry or prose.~

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[SAMWolf]

Bus Stop



Lights are burning
In quiet rooms
Where lives go on
Resembling ours.

The quiet lives
That follow us—
These lives we lead
But do not own—

Stand in the rain
So quietly
When we are gone,
So quietly . . .
And the last bus
Comes letting dark
Umbrellas out—
Black flowers, black flowers.

And lives go on.
And lives go on
Like sudden lights
At street corners

Or like the lights
In quiet rooms
Left on for hours,
Burning, burning.

Donald Justice

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.



WOW great find today. Haunting work.

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather. This fine cool rainy morning we are watching a Northern Flicker Woodpecker at the suet feeder.

This is not from our yard but from the internet.

[Soaring Feather]

Morning, snippy!!

Oh oh beautiful! We have Flickers here and I have seen them, they don't look this.

But you said, Northern Flicker Woodpecker! Maybe the same bird. I think ours have yellow on them someplace.

[snippy_about_it]

You are right feather. There are yellow-shafted and red-shafted Flickers. We have them both but I've never seen a yellow one. Of course it's easier to see the colors when their wings are spread. At the feeder you can usually only see the identifying color in their tail. Here's a good shot of a yellow shafted Northern Flicker.

[Soaring Feather]

Lovely bird, thanks snippy.

[HopeandGlory]

William Shakespeare

SONNET I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
 His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Good night Miss Feather and Fellow Lairites . . . see you tomorrow.

[Soaring Feather]

William Shakespeare
SONNET I

Nothing like the master of poetry to close or open the day.


Thank you, Hope.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Jet Jaguar]

Good morning.

[La Enchiladita]

Ooooh... I thought that was a rock formation at first. Then, it looks like a man with a rock on his head... Wow. It's lovely.

[Soaring Feather]

Today is Friday, Oct. 21, the 294th day of 2005 with 71 to follow. The moon is waning. The morning stars are Mars and Saturn. The evening stars are Mercury, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune, Venus and Pluto.

[Soaring Feather]

oriental sunrise
breath taking color
stillness silhouetted in an image

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[fatima]

Good morning bestest girlfriend.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning to you fatima, bestest girlfriend. Sleepless night for you??


I went to bed very early and woke up at 3:00 AM.

[fatima]

I never went to bed-told you to freepmail me.I am drinking hazelnut coffee.It's not that bad-got a pretty poem for me-

[Soaring Feather]

HUGS

I just love my Folgers. I don't care much about the fancy blends.


I was thinking about a haiku, but lost my train of thought.

It's cold and dark and rainy here. Furnace just kicked on so hope the warming will help my muse.

[fatima]

I have a bird and she is nice,she screams alot,,when we are friends she says hello,when we are not she says NOOO.

[Soaring Feather]