The Dragonflies Lair~Thread XXVII~

The Muses, Poets of the Lair | April, 24,2006 | bentfeather

[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

[tomkow6]

I'm not a clown.....don't you know that I'm a keyboard cowboy obsessing?????LOL!

[darkwing104]

Good morning Ms. Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL! Good morning, darkwing. I love that cat graphic!

Nice to see Dangerous Duck!

[Soaring Feather]

No, I did not know that! ;)

[MoJo2001]

Good morning Queenie!!
How are you today?

Thank you for the ping!
*HUGS*

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, My Little Diva!

I am very well thank you and pray the same for you.

*HUGS*

[Soaring Feather]

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.

[Soaring Feather]

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.

[Soaring Feather]

"The deeds you do today may be the only sermon some people will hear today."

--St. Francis of Assisi

[Lady Jag]

Happy Friday!
Bee Happy!

[Soaring Feather]

Okay, I Bee Happy!

[Lady Jag]

You Better Bee!
Believe Me!

[Lady Jag]

I’ve 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

[Soaring Feather]

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.

[Soaring Feather]

I’ve Been Known
Denise Duhamel








Great poem. Love it. ;)

[Lady Jag]

ANTHEM FOR THE OFFICIAL RHODE ISLAND STATE SHELLFISH by Matthew Farrell
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

[Lady Jag]

"I've Been Known" is a new on one me and I love it, too.

[Soaring Feather]

ANTHEM FOR THE OFFICIAL RHODE ISLAND STATE SHELLFISH by Matthew Farrell
with critique by Jendi Reiter



Fabulous!! Now I want some steamed clams.

[Lady Jag]

Come on over. I know some great places for steamers.

[Soaring Feather]

I would love to do that Lady. Maybe it will happen. ;)