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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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To: bentfeather

In the Concrete Confessional

He kneels on the little room’s hard stone floor,
clasps his hands tightly and bows his weary head,
whispering soft the truest words he’s 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 he’s 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 he’ll 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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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!)
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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.)
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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.)
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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!)
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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.)
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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!)
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To: blackie

You betcha!


153 posted on 03/09/2006 2:02:07 PM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.away.)
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To: bentfeather

Molon Labe!


154 posted on 03/09/2006 2:05:09 PM PST by blackie (Be Well~Be Armed~Be Safe~Molon Labe!)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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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