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The Dragonflies Lair~Thread XXVII~
The Muses, Poets of the Lair
| April, 24,2006
| bentfeather
Posted on 04/24/2006 8:55:04 PM PDT 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©
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TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: dragonflies; glengaulway; haiku; ladies; lords; music; musiclyrics; originalpoetry; poetry; prose
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To: bentfeather
I'm not a clown.....don't you know that I'm a keyboard cowboy obsessing?????LOL!
81
posted on
04/28/2006 5:46:32 AM PDT
by
tomkow6
(....PROUD to be a member of PROUDPATRIOTS!...www.ProudPatriots.org)
To: bentfeather
Good morning Ms. Feather!
82
posted on
04/28/2006 5:48:30 AM PDT
by
darkwing104
(Let's get dangerous)
To: darkwing104
LOL! Good morning, darkwing. I love that cat graphic!
Nice to see Dangerous Duck!
To: tomkow6
No, I did not know that! ;)
To: bentfeather
Good morning Queenie!!
How are you today?
Thank you for the ping!
*HUGS*
85
posted on
04/28/2006 6:06:48 AM PDT
by
MoJo2001
(www.proudpatriots.org (Support Our Troops)...)
To: MoJo2001
Good morning, My Little Diva!
I am very well thank you and pray the same for you.
*HUGS*
To: All
The Garden of Love by William Blake
I laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping.
Then I went to the heath and the wild, To the thistles and thorns of the waste; And they told me how they were beguiled, Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen; A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves, And tombstones where flowers should be; And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys and desires.
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To: All
H. Jackson Brown Jr. said, "Our character is what we do when we think no one is looking."
Today is Friday, April 28, the 118th day of 2006 with 247 to
follow. The moon is waxing. The morning stars are Mercury,
Venus, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto. The evening stars
are Mars and Saturn.
To: All
"The deeds you do today may be the only sermon some people will hear today."
--St. Francis of Assisi
To: bentfeather
Happy Friday!
Bee Happy!
90
posted on
04/28/2006 8:52:51 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
To: bentfeather
You Better Bee!
Believe Me!
92
posted on
04/28/2006 9:28:48 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: bentfeather
Ive Been Known
Denise Duhamel
to spread it on thick to shoot off my mouth to get it off my chest
to tell him where
to get off
to stay put to face the music to cut a shine to go under to sell
myself short to play
myself down
to paint the town to fork over to shell out to shoot up to pull a
fast one to go haywire
to take a shine to
to be stuck on to glam it up to vamp it up to get her one better to
eat a little higher
on the hog
to win out to get away with to go to the spot to make a stake to
make a stand to
stand for something to stand up for
to snow under to slip up to go for it to take a stab at it to try out
to go places to play
up to get back at
to size up to stand off to slop over to be solid with to lose my
shirt to get myself off
to get myself off the hook
93
posted on
04/28/2006 9:39:32 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
I better be happy
The Lady said to me
happy as a clam
I asked myself, how do clams
know they are unhappy??
Their shell is shot
cannot stop the heat
from cooking their meat
nor all the clam loving eaters to eat
their meat.
I guess a clam has to be dead to know
I'm not a clam so I wouldn't know.
To: Lady Jag
Ive Been Known
Denise Duhamel
Great poem. Love it. ;)
To: bentfeather
with critique by Jendi Reiter
Oh beau-ti-ful, crus-ta-ceous life
A-bid-ing in our muck
Through what a bi-valve knows of strife
We wish you e-very luckkkkkkk
Tho' sed-i-ment, and kinds of silt
May blanket o'er your reign
Sow seeds of roe and mind your milt
Peee-ple your wet domainnnnnnnnnnnn
Behind your bulging azure eyes
Through your breathy mollusk sighs
A clammy ethos mild and meek
Your shell is strong but mind is weak.
When aenemone with stinging spine
Or jellyfish with limbs like twine
Should on your restful time impinge
You just contract--and close your hinge.
While quick seas rush and swell above
The lang'rous shellfish dreams of love
But below in lonely briney sand
His mussel amors meet faint demand
And Lo! his mournful wails expand
Across the Stygian marine land
To fill with rueful cry the oceans
With his forlorn longing a-balone notions
Though sun may shine in air-filled skies
In ombrageous acqueous torpor he lies
His love as great as ever seen. She
Now doth garnish cheese linguini......
Embittered neither, not to grow sick
From thoughts on fate: a clam is Stoic
Would suffer samely less nor mo' joy
Had she wound up upon a PoBoy...
On sunny beaches all palm-fretted
Natives drumming frond-envetted
Stew-pots boil with what they've netted
Clams seek not to be so feted
New England too, its sounds and shores
Abound in Yale and Harvard bores
Who deem it is a mark of stah-tus
To shew our friend their learned glottis
Still so some other humbler genus
Treat the clam in ways as heinous
See the otter on his back
Give the Quahog rocky whack
Seagulls using no stone mallet
No less seek clams to gift their palate
Even octopi, of man-like heart
Are known to prise their shells apart
But though many foreign nation
From his husk seeks his ablation
He cannot loathe he doth not hate
Regards placidly his fate
For when there are two halves of you
Whether in chowder or island stew
Seabird slurp or otter bang
The end is self-same, yin or yang
96
posted on
04/28/2006 9:59:22 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: bentfeather
"I've Been Known" is a new on one me and I love it, too.
97
posted on
04/28/2006 10:01:08 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
ANTHEM FOR THE OFFICIAL RHODE ISLAND STATE SHELLFISH by Matthew Farrell
with critique by Jendi Reiter
Fabulous!! Now I want some steamed clams.
To: bentfeather
Come on over. I know some great places for steamers.
99
posted on
04/28/2006 10:24:52 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
I would love to do that Lady. Maybe it will happen. ;)
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