~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©

[pelikan]

LOL! Ok Unc. I will try to remember it's etiquette and not etidragonfly. Really, I will...No, I mean it!

[pelikan]

Pensive poetry, Unc. Where is your ©?

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Hello Pelikan!


Nice to see you. ;)

[Soaring Feather]

Woo Hoo, thank you for the tunes.

USCoast Guard Dixieland Band!!

[uncleshag]

Uncleshag, Juan, Eddie, LLoyd, Peli, Longtown Boys and some Musical Material © 2005 - 2006 House of Shag; LLC.

How's that, bent?

[uncleshag]

You're Welcome and welcomed, Good Morning!!

Previous post to peli, mistake...big mistake...was for you, bentfeather...

More coffee.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Yours was the hand that broke the bread
that fed the five thousand,
yours was the hand
that handed the sop to the betrayer
knowing what it meant,
Yours was the hand that wrote in the dust
listening as the stones fell,
yours was the hand that reached out
a lover's touch,
waiting for the nail to fall.
Yours was the hand
that opened the blind eye,
Yours was the hand
offered to Thomas,
in joyful proof of the mercy of God.

O Lord,
Yours is the hand of mercy
your touch is life.
Amen

[pelikan]

Here, let me make my contribution.

[Soaring Feather]

I would like to see the inside
of a melody, to see the dance

of the music clef and staff
to see the notes join in a song

or watch the inside of a star
come to life and shine so bright

There are many things I wish to know
how does a snowflake feel, does
it know it's beautiful
does the wind have a minor key
who played the first drum

On and on I could go

what makes a good poem sing
or what makes chrystal ring
I heard the ancients believed
the planets sang, each planet
had a tone and on a cold night
while in the night they could be
heard in harmony offering their song

bentfeather (c) 03.07.06

[uncleshag]

Did you have to use Ma's COFFEE POT?

[Soaring Feather]

Oh boy, thank you. Lot's of coffee and donuts. Yummy!

[pelikan]

I believe she got it from me...

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful poem this morning. Thank You, Knitting.

[pelikan]

You're welcome Ms. Feather. I'm not in a poetry-writing mood today. But ALWAYS in a donut-eating mood!

[uncleshag]

Lovely. Higher thoughts.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Coffee yes,
Donuts no
Into the gut
they do go
to turn into bottom
that won't go away
Make my jeans too tight
and ruin my day.
Coffee yes,
Donuts no.
Greasy daydreams
go, go, go!

[pelikan]

Just to let you know, Knit, you are making me want to do bad things. Like stealing your "Ode to No Donuts". LOL!

[Soaring Feather]

These dragonflies might make some good bait. Got your fishing pole handy Unc?

NOOOOOOOOOOO using Dragonflies for bait!
I know the bass think their great
and fishermen haul them in little nets
that they skim across the waters of the pond.
We have no truck with them.

Dragonfly lives in this Lair safe and sound
to inspire all poets who visit here.
Not a hair oh his head will be harmed
or a basses belly will he charm. ;)

[Knitting A Conundrum]

LOL!

You may borrow it, though.