~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Poetry Thread XXIV~

January 2, 2006 | bentfeather/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©

[Soaring Feather]

Two Front War


Right on the money!

[Soaring Feather]

Glen Gaul Way
The Sorceress

In the land of Glen Gaul Way
in the woods by the bay
a sorceress lived in a cave, conjuring
spells upon the brave, honorable, knights
of the land holding forth her warty hand
with spoken word from the old tongue
cursed them all from day one.

She cursed the moon and the stars
that shone upon their scars
their ladies fair with golden ringlets
hung from their hair.

The woods animals by day
freezing them in gnarled forms
moaning, groaning from their lairs
total dread and despair
of the sorceress vile tongue
once started ne’er to be undone.

Once a lovely lass, she held her jewel laden,
hand to a glass of good and evil
of the sun who found her wanting
in purity and love.

Her broken heart turned to shards of glass
scattered to the four winds of pain
the realm beyond the sun
where the stars had not yet begun.

Her lover turned his face
away and showered her with disgrace.
Pity he did take on her sending her to the cove
to work her magic spells from dusk to dawn
taking on the shape of a fawn.
A gentle loving innocence
with dewy eyes of trust.

Like the unicorn of ancient times
she lay hidden in the reeds
showing just the need for nourishment.
Honey from the comb of bees
with tender blades of grass while on her knees.

Drinking dew drops clinging from the flora
reclining in the honey moon light
while the goblins from the deep woods
would grin at the thought of devouring her at night.

Safe and warm snuggled in tall, dry reeds
she ever wanting need to cast a spell would succeed
and turn her beauty to wanton, craven, need
her power to ply, in secret whispered chants
flung to the skies
twirling in a wild dance, dipping to the rants
of howling winds, and lonesome cries of wolves
on open plains, and wild dogs in dens of ten.

And the little foxes set to play
the dancing of the vixens sway
shafts of moonlight filter in
the furry figures in a spin
yipping, howling at the moon.
The shooting stars in outer space
racing, racing across the face
of blacken sky with splays of diamonds in the sky.

The wantonness of time whirling across Aurora's face.
Her colors she would wear through her flowing golden hair.
The curses flung from now to kingdom come
upon the Land Of Glen Gaul Way.
Haunted Kingdom near the glen.

bentfeather (c) 01.12.06

[Soaring Feather]

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Thought of the Day

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It was Otto von Bismarck who said, "Laws are like
sausages, it is better not to see them being made."

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Today is Thursday, Jan. 12, the 12th day of 2006 with 353 to
follow. The moon is waxing. The morning stars are Mercury,
Jupiter, Pluto and Saturn. The evening stars are Venus, Mars,
Uranus and Neptune.

[MoJo2001]

Wow! That is absolutely awesome Queenie!! Thank you for pinging me to it! I shall save it with the other poems that I have of yours.
*HUGS*

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Little Diva, glad you like the work. Thank You.

*HUGS*

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Today is Friday, Jan. 13, the 13th day of 2006 with 352 to
follow. The moon is waxing. The morning stars are Mercury,
Jupiter, Pluto and Saturn. The evening stars are Venus, Mars,
Uranus and Neptune.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Evensong

Sunset brings the first touch of darkness,
the hint of sweet silent night to come.
Colors mute into softest grays until only black remains,
yet even it has shades unnumbered in the eyes of man.

Night winds shift and change their flow,
and carry the scent of evensong in my mind.
Magic comes as if a fog, hiding reality until the dawn,
and letting run the chariots of the dreamer on paths yet to be seen.

The wind tickles leaves and makes them sing a nearly silent song,
of love to all who take the time to hear.
Choruses of wind song in trees along the way,
lift up their organic opus in appreciation of the coming night.

I walk along the path before me in wonder of the night,
listening to the grandeur of life song sung for me.
Moved to humble adoration for the Master’s hand,
as subtle as silk on the keyboard of Life.

[Soaring Feather]

Once there was a randy lad who thought
that he had, had found a way to end the roaming
in the night thought the gloaming.

The randy lad wore a ruse on his face
and on his clothes, he chose to displace
identity with funny faces and big noses.

One night while hiding out
he wore the warty hogs big snout
with knobby knees of the crone
wearing a huge megaphone.

Under hats plumed in white
he did cause quite a fright
jumping up and out of bogs
croaking like a bunch of frogs.

The randy rover laughed with glee
swinging his sword over his head

Lord 'ave mercy he could be heard to say
the Randy Rover lives another day.




bentfeather (c) 01.13.06

[WayzataJOHNN]

The Randy Rover, you know I really like this guy!

[Soaring Feather]

Yeah, ain't he cool. LOL

I love the poem you posted, fine work.

[Soaring Feather]

OMG, I just reread the Randy and see I have thought instead of through. Oh, I hate that.


Wrote it too, fast.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Onward Christian Soldiers

Good evening, ms feather

[WayzataJOHNN]

Hi Kathy,

How Mooseland? Are they wandering up your driveway yet? ;^)

[WayzataJOHNN]

Hi Kathy,

How's Mooseland? Are they wandering up your driveway yet? ;^)

[WayzataJOHNN]

Morning in Life’s Gallery

The sky soft sifts pearl tones
of delicate rose and misty orange
dawn song
a visual print within my mind
and I pause
and I wait
contemplating
the brush strokes of my Master’s hand.

[Kathy in Alaska]

I've only seen one lately, but 3 days in a row while driving to work heard of traffic issues from moose encounters with cars. But we did have a volcano erupt. Fortunately the ash stayed south of us. How's your snow?

[Soaring Feather]

Morning, Johnn.


Beautiful images in your poem. Lovely. Different style for you, eh??

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you Kathy for Onward Christian Soldiers. This is one hymn I sung as a child.