~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©

[uncleshag]

Longtown Podcasts - Vol. 44

In this Longtown Podcast
hear the following artists and
click the links for CD information.
The Sinners - Now That She's Gone
Jenny Lewis - The Big Guns
Thad Cockrell - Here Without You
Tom McElman Band - Sasha Blue Monday
Chet Sounds - On My Mind
U.S. Coast Guard Band - Turkey in the Straw

In March of 1925, the United States Coast Guard Band was organized with the assistance of Lt. Charles Benter, leader of the United States Navy Band, Dr. Walter Damrosch, conductor of the New York Philharmonic, and "American March King" John Philip Sousa, former director of the United States Marine Band. Forty years later, President Lyndon B. Johnson signed the Congressional Legislation that resulted in the Coast Guard Band becoming the permanent, official musical representative of the nation's oldest continuous seagoing service. This event established the Coast Guard Band as one of the five premier service bands in the United States.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Kathy.

Thank you so much for the lovely hymns.

Hope your day goes well.

*HUGS*

[Soaring Feather]

BRAVA!!



You have done it and done it well! This is really great inside work.

YAY! Standing ovation!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Judy!

Thanks for opening the doors to The Lair.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Unc! WOW listening to the Podcast now as I type. Fabulous.

Thanks so much.

Have a great day fishing.

[uncleshag]

G'Morning!

Thanks for listening, bent, my FRiend.
I must ask, "Did you catch the theme?"
Hint: All good things come to a bend.
And tales beget tales of Krispy Kreme.

No Fishing today, :-(
No time.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, everyone!
I am so embarrassed to be so late.
The doors are opened to the Lair by the early birdies.
Thank You early birds.

[Soaring Feather]

Ah very clever there Unc. ;)

I must be honest and admit to you I did not catch the theme. Sheesh, head not cleared yet. Not enough coffee. It's so exciting to see so much activity here first thing in the morning me head is spinning. ;)

[uncleshag]

Understood.

The trick is to get the body spinning at the same rpm...hopefully in the same direction!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL

I'll let ya know when I get in sync!!

[Soaring Feather]

Morning, Lady!
How's yer grip today??

[Kathy in Alaska]

Blessed Assurance

Happy Monday, ms feather. Hi ho, hi ho.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Kathy!!

Happy Monday at work for you. I sure hope anyway.

Thanks for Blessed Assurance.

[uncleshag]

A LITTLE CHEAP TRICK!

[Lady Jag]

Hello, Love!

My form is improving but I'm still out of control.

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Love! LOL great graphic!
Woo Hoo, keep working on it!

[Soaring Feather]

Great tune, Unc. Thanks.

[Soaring Feather]

Today's Anniversary Birthday,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning


A Musical Instrument
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.


He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river:
The limpid water turbidly ran,
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away,
Ere he brought it out of the river.


High on the shore sat the great god Pan
While turbidly flowed the river;
And hacked and hewed as a great god can,
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
Till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed
To prove it fresh from the river.


He cut it short, did the great god Pan,
(How tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
In holes, as he sat by the river.


"This is the way," laughed the great god Pan
(Laughed while he sat by the river),
"The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed."
Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
He blew in power by the river.


Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
Piercing sweet by the river!
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly
Came back to dream on the river.


Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man:
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, --
For the reed which grows nevermore again
As a reed with the reeds in the river.

[Reaper FReeper]

I wrote a new poem. I'll show it to you in a minute after my mother reads it! Anyway, good morning everyone!!!

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Reaper, okay, waiting to see your poem.