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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Poetry Thread XXV~
The Seven Muses
| March 8, 2006
| bentfeather/Poets of the Lair
Posted on 03/07/2006 9:06:41 PM PST by 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© 2002
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TOPICS: Music/Entertainment; Poetry
KEYWORDS: beauty; classicpoetry; damsels; dragonflies; dragons; fun; glengaulway; glenngaulway; haiku; knights; ladies; laughter; limericks; lyricwriters; music; originalpoetry; poetry; poets; prose; wizards; wordsmiths
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To: bentfeather
In the Concrete Confessional
He kneels on the little rooms hard stone floor,
clasps his hands tightly and bows his weary head,
whispering soft the truest words hes ever held within.
Only he and his maker know his last words,
and the weary heart from which they came,
and the depth and width of a lost soul in pain.
He confesses his transgressions and more,
feeling the bite, the bitterness of what hes said,
the too long list of his life long toll of sin.
Knowing the futility of hope, grace unheard,
and setting the record straight in His name,
he now waits to see if hell transcend his mortal stain.
141
posted on
03/09/2006 12:47:17 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: Reaper FReeper; Texas Songwriter
Hi Reaper,
He is great, isn't he?? He authored both the lyrics and the music.
Texas Songwriter, you have another fan. ;)
142
posted on
03/09/2006 1:36:05 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: Knitting A Conundrum
Excellent poem, Knitting, thank you.
143
posted on
03/09/2006 1:38:50 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
You mean I missed everyone of them?? LOL
144
posted on
03/09/2006 1:39:24 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: blackie
Afternoon, blackie!
145
posted on
03/09/2006 1:40:06 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
In the Concrete Confessional
WOW good poem.
146
posted on
03/09/2006 1:41:09 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: bentfeather
We had some light snow today, weird. ;)
Afternoon Ms Feather!
147
posted on
03/09/2006 1:44:25 PM PST
by
blackie
(Be Well~Be Armed~Be Safe~Molon Labe!)
To: blackie
Snow, oh my, we have has rain!! Nearly all the snow is gone now. YAY. It is very damp and chilly outside now. Don't care very much for that.
148
posted on
03/09/2006 1:46:16 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
You told me I could not cheat. ;(
149
posted on
03/09/2006 1:46:55 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: bentfeather
The snow barely stuck, it's 39°F, right now at 1351 hours.
150
posted on
03/09/2006 1:51:15 PM PST
by
blackie
(Be Well~Be Armed~Be Safe~Molon Labe!)
To: blackie
It almost 5:00pm here, of course the sun it out. Time for it to set! ;(
Always happens that way.
151
posted on
03/09/2006 1:53:36 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: bentfeather
Always the way that happens!
Be Ever Vigilant!
152
posted on
03/09/2006 1:59:50 PM PST
by
blackie
(Be Well~Be Armed~Be Safe~Molon Labe!)
To: blackie
153
posted on
03/09/2006 2:02:07 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: bentfeather
154
posted on
03/09/2006 2:05:09 PM PST
by
blackie
(Be Well~Be Armed~Be Safe~Molon Labe!)
To: All
Gold Wrapping Paper
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5 year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and said, "This is for you, Momma."
The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner. "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full." The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
155
posted on
03/09/2006 2:07:27 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
Furthermore, I don't like your trick questions. LOL
I missed every one of them cause I could not cheat. :(
156
posted on
03/09/2006 2:15:32 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: bentfeather
Hey I have a new poem, it's kind of dark though. LOL!
157
posted on
03/09/2006 3:32:18 PM PST
by
Reaper FReeper
(Sometimes I wonder what ADD is, but than I find myself chasing a butterfly.)
To: Reaper FReeper
Well, are you gonna post it for us?? ;)
158
posted on
03/09/2006 3:57:21 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
To: bentfeather
Furthermore, I don't like your trick questions. LOL
I missed every one of them cause I could not cheat. :(
You told me I could not cheat. ;(
True, but I did give you ample time to apply sweet words and flattery (as I had suggested), as I have a real weakness for beautiful women, and you passed it up. How could I let you slide on the answers, when you didn't even try to sweet talk me or anything???
159
posted on
03/09/2006 5:11:56 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
I would rather cheat!! I could have googled the answers, did I no.
Sweet talk just ain't up my alley. Wink, wink.
160
posted on
03/09/2006 6:54:05 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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