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The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXVIII~
The Muse/Poets of the Lair
| June 11, 2006
| bentfeather
Posted on 06/11/2006 7:33:20 AM 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; dragonfly; dragons; glengaulway; haiku; ladies; lords; music; poetry; songlyrics
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To: All
Today is Thursday, June 15, the 166th day of 2006 with 199 to
follow. The moon is waning. The morning stars are Venus,
Neptune, Uranus and Pluto. The evening stars are Mars, Mercury,
Jupiter and Saturn.
To: bentfeather
Good morning, Ms Feather!
142
posted on
06/15/2006 7:27:28 AM PDT
by
tomkow6
(........You didn't know I was a PROUD member of Proud Patriots, did you?...WWW.PROUDPATRIOTS.ORG....)
To: tomkow6
Toasting Tomkow, cept not with beer
coffee is my drink of choice
hear hear
here's to Tomkow, a good ole soul
may your tomorrows... always have a goal!
To: Kathy in Alaska; All
America
Anniversary Birthday ~ Country singer Waylon Jennings in 1937
To: All
To: All
To: bentfeather
Good afternoon!
147
posted on
06/15/2006 9:32:27 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.)
To: Lady Jag
Good afternoon to you, Jewels!
How doth thou fare this day??
It's gorgeous today
a poem may come my way
hurray, hurray!
To: bentfeather
A little pooped from yesterday,
With possible rain on the way.
I plan to spend this day at ease
And do exactly as I please.
149
posted on
06/15/2006 9:52:47 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.)
To: Lady Jag
Touche'!
I am rested as can be
sleeping yesterday from 6PM to 12:30AM.
I wakened up and thought to me
heavens sakes, now I'll be walking all night.
I watched the hours tick away
arose at seven today
I thought better of it
and went back to the hay
until 9 bells rang away.
My garden needs tending
a paint roller awaits
but I just put my sparking new scandals on
so I think all that stuff will wait!
To: bentfeather
There's plenty to do inside, no doubt.
There's lots to do on the road as well.
Since yesterday was such a rout.
And tomorrow I will have to go out.
Work here today will be just swell.
151
posted on
06/15/2006 10:58:58 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.)
To: Lady Jag
If I had my druthers
I druther play some
low down blues
and leave it at that!
To: bentfeather
I'd rather buy a ticket
And scratch a winning one.
Then no stickey wicket,
But loads and loads of fun!
153
posted on
06/15/2006 11:42:18 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.)
To: Lady Jag
No point to buy a ticket
Cause no one ever wins
the ones on tv fake it
to scam the othere in
To: All
Goodnite, everyone.
Dream a little, love a lot.
Please remember our troops in prayer.
To: bentfeather
scandals=sandals
ROTFLOL
I put my scandals on, OMG.;(
To: bentfeather
If Only!
The wind oh so softly whispers
with the lilt of a bluesy piano
played by a mournful soul
aching as she walks away
He wanted so to speak with her
to tell her he was a gifted poet
a shaper of words like music
but her beauty silenced him
Now he longs to relive that moment
to speak to her and break that ban
to finally release his inner artist
sweep her away on wonderful words
The blues echo in his sad soul
and even his friends save him not
as he wanders an empty park
filled with unfulfilled wishes.
157
posted on
06/15/2006 9:00:46 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
Oh, this is so beautiful.
To: WayzataJOHNN
In the night of cold dark air
she walks alone and wonders where
the promises made took flight
she knows inside the only thing
she can count on are the blues
blowing soft when it gets to much to bare.
She wraps her arms around her self
for comfort from the chill
and wills herself to put those steps
one ahead of the other without
looking back to see if he is there.
While
Blues blow soft in cold night air.
bentfeather (c) 06/16/06
To: bentfeather
160
posted on
06/16/2006 4:47:46 AM PDT
by
tomkow6
(........You didn't know I was a PROUD member of Proud Patriots, did you?...WWW.PROUDPATRIOTS.ORG....)
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