~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©

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good morning.

Blessed Assurance

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Kathy! WOW you really are awake already, I just got going myself. Been having a sleep disruption of late. I fall asleep for and hour or so and then wake up around 2 AM. I can't go back to sleep so I write.




Thank You for Blessed Assurance.

[Soaring Feather]

The Lighthouse

High atop a craggy spot
a tower stands with a huge light atop
its ray of light sweeps the fog
to warn all ships at sea of the rocks.

It stands in weather bone chilling cold
not complaining bout the fog,
the rain, nor the snow, and the wild
Nor'Easter wind as she blows.

A steady force in a raging sea
a Ship's Captain knows where it be
and a steadfast hand holds the helm
away from safe looking nooks, that hold
a ship and sends it crashing to its death.

The raw, rugged coast of Maine
where poets were born and became
world renown forever more
from this most Northern State of Maine.

Thank You WoverW for the inspiration.

bentfeather (c) 02.09.06

Written this morning in the Foxhole.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You for your service.

May our Father keep you safe.

[Soaring Feather]

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Thought of the Day

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President Lyndon B. Johnson said, "Yesterday
is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours
to win or lose."

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Today is Thursday, Feb. 9, the 40th day of 2006 with 325 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]

I like this one the best."Regrets, Plans made, never claimed. Love never shown, Apologies never said, Sobbing".

[Soaring Feather]

The Glen of Glenn Gaul Way
The Crack of Dawn



Dawn awakens Glenn Gaul Way,
the cracking of the sound of day.
Day creatures come to life
while night creatures hide from light.

Birds of the night wing their way
to their havens, filled with dreaded, hairy mavens.
Given to clicking tongue,and rolling eyes, cackling sounds
from their withered throats surround
the dank, smelly holes of hell
inhabited by trolls with pointed toes
and an never ending dripping nose.

Eyes a fire, drooling tongues,
for them the fun has just begun.
News of the baby found in the glenn
has them seething to begin, the torture
of the little lad, whose toenails he never had.

My Lady feels a shiver in her bones, shaking her to her satin skin,
the creepy, crawling, hounds of hell
bray in the dungeon on the hill.
She knows the evil lurking there, in the mavens unholy share
of the peaceful, gorgeous, sun filled glen.
They've always been there to remind the denizens of
the glenn that evil lives and lives again.

My Lady's keen eye catches a glimpse, of Magic Merlin, hieing
up the path, his steady foot of mercury wings, passes by the other things.
The fawn feeding in tall grass, shivers from the wrath
emanating from Merlin's breathe, as he speeds along
to his task.
Day birds take to flight as the winds gust around
the magician trotting on the ground.

No harm, ho harm, the chant be heard
Merlin parsing out every word.
No harm, no harm, shall there be to the little
rag, wrapped babe there be.

He was born to riches, to rule Glenn Gaul Way
the mavens, trolls, will rue the day
any harm to come to him, the toe nail less Prince
the Wiz brought to them.


To be continued
bentfeather (c) 02.09.02

[Soaring Feather]

Ping to above poem.

[Soaring Feather]

To: AZamericonnie
#387 forgot to ping ya. Sorry.


Oh my gosh, wrong thread. LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Ping to a poem. Forgot you too. Sorry

#387

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Who put the vise on my head?
Who put the sting in my eye?
Who put the spin in my walk?
Runny nose, earache, o my!
And so the doctor calls,
says my xrays said I'm not well,
Pills and sprays are indicated.
O yes, I know, do tell.

Sinus infection part deux!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh dang, Knitting, so sorry your not feeling so well.


Take a rest and get well.

[HopeandGlory]

Dragons, Knights and Damsels in distress,
in those glorious days of yore,
When chivalry reigned, bad manners disdained,
a Gentleman's word, marked his core.

The world of today has a callous Mistress,
with backstabbing cretins galore.
A selfish refrain, is all that remains,
The "Knights of Olde" they deplore.

But, Wait modern Knight, all's not hopelessness,
just knock He said, I'll open the door.
My Holy domain, will your soul contain,
from now, til forevermore.

rim© 2/9/06

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

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Hope, lovely poem, thanks so much. I love the graphics.



I have been missing you.


We have a new poet, came early this morning. YAY!


I have another penguin for you some place.

[Soaring Feather]

Let's work on this, okay??

The cave,No light, black, cold. stumbling, falling, pain. Afraid.

Afraid, no light
the cave,black, cold
stumbling, falling. pain
afraid.


Lost, confused, Time unknown, Helpless, Dieing.

Time unkown
helpless, dieing.
confused,lost.
Time unkown.

Just a couple for you to ponder on. ;)



I don't want to rewrite your work.

What you have now are fragments.

We need to work a little structure into them.



Study the other poets here--how they lay the words down.

You are gonna do just fine.

[WayzataJOHNN]

HI!

Glad to see you here. Your word set has interesting possibilities, and imagination can take you many places with just these words. Something else that can help is the use of forms, basically frameworks upon which a poet can structure a poem. If you would like help learning forms (Their easier then they might look), just let me know, and I will be happy to send you a set of basic forms by e-mail so you can use them as you create. Its a challenge, and adds to the fun. The folks here are very good about helping, and we all learn from each other as we go. This makes for a dynamic place to come and meet and share with others who love the work of poetry. You will hear real constructive ideas put forth, and every chance for your poem to be read and appreciated. Welcome aboard, and have fun, the first and best rule of the Lair. (Oh by the way, a poem about the Dragonfly will get you in good with the lady who runs this place, so long as its a poem about how grand they are and not about swatting one!) ;^)

[Darksheare]

Excellent.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh thank you. Now maybe you can get some inspiration.

[Darksheare]

Hmm.
My muse is still wacking my head with strange objects, but she's at least now laughing.
That's a plus!
;-)

[Darksheare]

Of course, had an odd random thought about pilots stealing the blood of the sky.. and aircraft "Steel, the blood of the sky".
Two divergent thoughts.
Nothing coming from them, unless you count the inflatable squeaky mallet my muse walloped me with in response to the thought.