~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Poetry Thread XXIV~

January 2, 2006 | bentfeather/Poets of the Lair

[Knitting A Conundrum]

I have a file that I keep all my zot graphics, and several pinglists! It's very handy to have something like that.

[Soaring Feather]

Well, I do have a ping list sort of-- I just need to revise it and add your name to it. My problem is I never get the list out just type in from memory. Not a good thing for me to do first thing in the morn.





See you tomorrow.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Monday morning everyone.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Good this morning be to thee,
May thoughts come abundant, easily,
to spin into words so true.
May all you aim to do
Fall easily into place for thee,
Without crisis.

And God be with thee, each and every step.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning to thee
thy morning blessing
is taken well
and returned with
blessings to thee.


Make your cakes not fall
your casseroles not curdle
your birds be abundant
with full voice.
Your travels safe
in his grace and a
smile or two for you.

[Soaring Feather]

It was President Ronald Reagan who said,
"You can accomplish much if you don't care
who gets the credit."





Today is Monday, Feb. 6, the 37th day of 2006 with 328 to
follow. The moon is waxing. The morning stars are Neptune,
Jupiter, Pluto and Venus. The evening stars are Mars, Saturn,
Uranus and Mercury.

[Soaring Feather]

Night Time Walks

Night time walks
at twilight time
stars peeking
from under
black velvet
blanket skies
Aroma of Jasmine
float in the
night air..
. Passion lies

underneath satin
and Lavender Lace

A poets dream?
A want?
A reality?
A need?

Passing though
dawn, hieing
before the stark
reality of daylight
and strong suns melt
then dry the dreams
to be left
in sealed
jardinieres...

bentfeather (c) 2003

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good afternoon, ms feather.

Blessed Assurance

[WayzataJOHNN]

"Is it snowing out your way?? No snow on the ground here, although we are due for a change with snow in the forecast."

9 degrees on the way to work, with a HIGH of 22 degrees (windchill makes it sub-zero at times) Little snow, but cold enough to make a polar bear think of migrating north!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh that is chilly, it's 29F this evening.



LOL on the bear.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Morning, Bentfeather and all...am off to go work in the library...

But here's one for the day:

Space Enough

Space enough in your hands, O Lord,
to hold all the broken hearted humans on this sad world,
the lover left to grieve,
the parent deserted and alone,
the victim of tragedy,
the forgotten.-
So many are they, with all their griefs, sorrows, wounds and wearinesses
yet always room for another,
no matter how many come crying.

Space enough in your glance, O Lord,
to share in the pain of all those in sickbed,
to see those hopelessly manning the deathwatch,
to see those in joy receive their healed child,
to ease the passing of a soul eager to come home,
O Lord our healer, always so many in need of your sight,
yet always space to look at one more

Space enough in your arms, O Lord,
to hug all the children the world has ever known,
all the unborn who will be discarded each day,
all those ruined by neglect, sometimes in the midst of plenty,
all those broken and beaten,
overworked, unloved,
crying in the middle of the night,
there in your arms.

Space enough in your heart, O Lord,
for every person who has walked this sad world,
every man, woman, child -
Lord, you know us all by name
even if we try to pretend you away.
How patiently you call,
the shepherd always at watch for his lost ones,
how joyfully you celebrate
each one found, brought into the fold.
How patiently you guide,
working to bring us home,
polishing , pruning, cleaning, purifying,
until that bright moment you call us home
to that place
of many mansions,
limitless space for all who respond.

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful poem this morning. Thank You so much.

Have a wonderful day.

[Soaring Feather]

The thought for a poem using an empty frame,
occurred to me as I awoke today.

When life on this earth begins for a being, the creator said....

Here's your frame
now fill it with your life.

bentfeather (c) 02. 07.06

[Soaring Feather]

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Thought of the Day

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Victor Hugo wrote, "An invasion of armies can be
resisted, but not an idea whose time has come."

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This is Tuesday, Feb. 7, the 38th day of 2006 with 327 to follow.
The moon is waxing. The morning stars are Neptune, Jupiter,
Pluto and Venus. The evening stars are Mars, Saturn, Uranus
and Mercury.

[fatima]

Beautiful Knitting A Conundrum.

[Soaring Feather]

The Child of Glen Gaul Way

Deep within the forest
upon a simple whim
the wiz was out walking one day
and came across him.

Him, a wee lad, without a name, nor home
how he came to be in the land of trees
is totally unknown.
His clothes of rags could not be traced
to any villager's abode
no warts, no moles, marked his little frame,
so except for a deformity on his little feet
no toenails on each little toe.

The wiz wondered to himself, who had left this mark on him,
no strawberries on his chest, no infirmities in his bones
just this little creature, dressed in rags, alone, with no toenails.

I'll hold this little one close to me
he'll not suffer any harm, to the castle he will go
My Lady will shelter him.



The Wiz and the babe wandered through the dale
in and out of sun's bright rays.
The Wiz was weary from this trip as he hobbled along
the babe was hungry, he was too, the burden bothered him.

The Wiz saw visions in his sleep, of honeysuckle's rose
of green lush, fens along the way, hidden in the glen.
He searched the skies from every knoll for the sight of them
the banners flapping in the wind of Magical Glenn Gaul Way.

Growing every more weary the Wiz was getting thin, the babe
wrapped in rags didn't cry any more. His little short breaths did seem,
more labored than before.
Wiz was worried he and the babe would not make it home to her
Each step became like lugging a huge round stone
clearly he and the baby were very gravely ill.
Nights became unbearable the shivering babe all but gone.
The Wiz gave out one last mighty call to the Griffin on the wind.
Fly down bird and carry us to the castle wall.
My Lady waits there near the ivied halls.
The raucous bird heard the call and speedily did fly
to the broken down old man and near dead baby close by.
Griffin squatted down his huge frame for them,
using his huge wings to push them onto his back,
then take off did begin.

Mounted on the creatures back the flight now full speed.
The castle in full sight and relief inside for them.
My Lady true took the babe from the old man's charge.
She nurtured him all his days
there is a place for him.
Glen Gall Way has his knight tho, many years away
the babe found in the woods will rein for many a day.

bentfeather (c) 02.07.06

[Soaring Feather]

Ping to a new poem. It's a large frame and I didn't want to crowd up your comments page with a huge post.

[Soaring Feather]

I forgot to ping you to a new poem I just wrote.

TITLE:

The Child of Glenn Gaul Way.


*HUGS*

[fatima]

I felt transported to this place,thank you bentfeather.You pictures match the poem:)