The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Thread XXVI~March 28, 2006

The Seven Muses | March 28, 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©
2002

[Soaring Feather]

Whistling winds evoke
omens of rebuke
stormy waters swirl
in torrents of vile.

bf

[WayzataJOHNN]

As soft as watered silk
the wind caresses you skin
and I long to follow suit
tracing desire softly

[uncleshag]

"True dat!"

[Soaring Feather]

In ponds of reeds
breeding dragonfly species
multi coloured sheer filament
gossamer wings
dancing on the winds of time

bf

[Soaring Feather]

A safe harbor
shelter from torrential rains
hail fire brimstone
upon innocent heads
unknowing, unaware of the fire storm
brewing in other heads.

A safe harbor,
where is this place
where friends embrace
as the sunsets on
on an April day?

bf

[ScubieNuc]

I haven't been feeling very poetic lately, however I felt the best way to express some recent feelings was to write it out instead of act it out. The poetry isn't the best, but it's better then giving in to bad desires.

Constant Guard

Years of fighting trains the mind,
To press the attack, don’t linger behind.

The fighting seems fiercest up in the front,
The arrows are many and the daggers aren’t blunt.

But when your sword feels heavy,
And your strength seems to leave,
You drift toward the rear to get some reprieve.

In your hour of healing the enemy still calls,
“You deserve more then this, go ahead and indulge.”

His tactics are clever using pain and delights,
With one he assaults and the other, invites.

You may say to yourself, “I deserve some fun,
After years of hard work, I’ll go get me some.”

You need a true friend in moments such as these,
For one bad decision, could bring others to their knees.

So be on guard against the temptation of desire,
It can destroy even faster then an arrow of fire.

Sincerely

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Scubie,

Nice to hear from you. Some deep ponderings this morning.Keep writing them down.

[uncleshag]

Good morning bentfeather!

[ScubieNuc]

Thanks for being a friend who reads the ramblings of a tired soul. If I didn't have this writing outlet, I fear as to where my selfish energy would get spent.

Sincerely

[Soaring Feather]

Little gifts we receive
pen to paper in the night
hold the words till morning light
captures them on the page
holds back the rage
until the time we can engage
in civil conduct...

Or just let them lay on the page
until yellow they turn from age
we have moved forward and don't
remember what is was turning our head.

;)

bf

BTW you have helped me make a decision, thanks.

[Soaring Feather]

"Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation leans on the doorbell."

Anonymous.





Today is Wednesday, April 19, the 109th day of 2006 with 256 to
follow. The moon is waxing. The morning stars are Mercury,
Venus, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto. The evening stars
are Mars and Saturn.

[tomkow6]

Mernin', Ms Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Merning, Tom.

[pelikan]

Good Morning Ms Feather. T-storms last night but beautiful weather this morning.

[Soaring Feather]

Sonnet XLIV
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here 's ivy !--take them, as I used to do
Thy fowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true,
And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.

[Soaring Feather]

Tis a glorious day here as well.


Cat and frog
leapers both
cat not moved
to join the race...

[pelikan]

I love EBB. Beautiful poem in a beautiful frame.

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks Peli, it's still April, ergo, still Poetry Month. ;)

[Lady Jag]

Good morning, BF!