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The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Thread XXVI~March 28, 2006
The Seven Muses
| March 28, 2006
| bentfeather/Poets of the Lair
Posted on 03/27/2006 9:23:33 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: Poetry
KEYWORDS: classicpoetry; dragonflies; dragons; glengaulway; glenngaulway; haiku; knights; ladies; originalpoetry; prose; songlyrics
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To: Kathy in Alaska
Afternoon Kathy, you in the cube today??
To: bentfeather
962
posted on
04/22/2006 1:53:33 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ www.ProudPatriots.org ~ Operation Easter and Passover ~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
I'll have to talk to the office manager! LOL
Thanks for Blessed Assurance.
To: All
Good night everyone.
Sweet Dreams.
To: All
Good Sunday morning everyone.
To: All
A Prayer in Spring
Robert Frost
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy bees, The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird That suddenly above the bees is heard, The meteor that thrusts with needle bill, And off a blossom in mid-air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love, The which it is reserved for God above To sanctify to what far ends He will, But which it only needs that we fulfill.
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To: Lady Jag
Good morning, Lady!
To: bentfeather
Good morning, Sweet Tart!
968
posted on
04/23/2006 8:25:02 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
((,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸Ooooh...I think I over-medicated¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸))
To: Lady Jag
Ah, I love this graphic, thanks.
To: Lady Jag
Touchy?? LOL
To: All
Good Morning Ms Feather.
The Gardener's Morning The robin's song at daybreak Is a clarion call to me. Get up and get out in the garden, For the morning hours flee. I cannot resist the summons, What earnest gardener could? For the golden hours of morning Get into the gardener's blood. The magic spell is upon me, I'm glad that I did not wait; For life's at its best in the morning, As you pass through the garden gate. - Howard Dolf
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971
posted on
04/23/2006 9:45:04 AM PDT
by
pelikan
To: bentfeather
972
posted on
04/23/2006 9:47:08 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
((,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸Ooooh...I think I over-medicated¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸))
To: Lady Jag
ROTFLOL!
Time to bring in Ole Johnson!
Gads I love that cat. ;)
To: bentfeather
You tired of looking at his family?
974
posted on
04/23/2006 9:56:56 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
((,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸Ooooh...I think I over-medicated¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸))
To: Lady Jag
They are strange for sure, but he is harmless.
To: bentfeather
Okay, family photos will return at another time.
Put your drink down!
And prepare to view
A special CODED message
From my cat:
Click Johnson
976
posted on
04/23/2006 9:59:46 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
((,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸Ooooh...I think I over-medicated¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸))
To: Lady Jag
Oh thanks so much. I really needed this bit of humor today. ;)
I will be interested in viewing more family photos whenever you are prepared to share them.
To: All
The Dancing Deer of Glen Gaul Way
Peeking into the glen the faeries watched dancing deer at play.
They in graceful pose looked one another in the nose in the quiet of the glen stood erect and face to face glaring one another in the face a stare down in this idyllic place.
The wood's faeries watched with glee the animal revelry, they giggled behind the mossy tress, and gasped at the ease the deer could move about and dance on that afternoon by chance. The faeries chattered softly there in the soft, warm air, if this dance per chance was for the other deer ladies on the floor.
As afternoon slide silently to night the deer dispersed to the pine through the fields and foraging meals The faeries thought and thought again about the fun in the glen they wished on dew drops on the weeds this scene to be seen again.
bentfeather (c) 04.23.06
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To: bentfeather
Tears seeps into the heart
along the gutter
between the mind and soul
and washes memories
until they fade away
979
posted on
04/23/2006 8:45:54 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: Lady Jag
I LOVE the cat, truly a poet in his own right!
;^)
980
posted on
04/23/2006 8:47:05 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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