The Dragonflies Lair~Thread XXIX

The Muse and Poets of the Lair | July 12, 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

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks, I am sure our Lair poets will enjoy reading your poem.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Sunset swim: Teens seeking relief from hot temperatures take turns sliding into Dublin Lake at sunset in Dublin, N.H. The Keene Sentinel photo by Michael Moore via AP.

[Soaring Feather]

Great picture! Thanks Kathy!

[Kathy in Alaska]

Furthermore, no more donuts! The image of the beefy cop is getting a makeover in Bangkok, Thailand, where 72 overweight police officers work out on the first day of a one-month weight-loss program. Thai policemen with waistlines larger than 40 inches have been ordered to reduce their weight so they'll look sharp when directing traffic. Associated Press photo by Sakchai Lalit

[Kathy in Alaska]

In a bubble of his own: Daniel Gyurta of Hungary competes in the men's 200m breaststroke heat during the European Aquatic Championships in Budapest. Reuters photo by Laszlo Balogh

Very interesting shot the photographer got...

[Soaring Feather]

--WHO AM I?

--1. I was born April 7, 1954 in Hong Kong, China.

--2. At age 7, my parents moved to Australia to find new jobs
and I was left behind to study at the Chinese Opera
Research Institute.

--3. I appeared in my first film, the Cantonese feature "Big
and Little Wong Tin Bar," when I was only eight, and went
on to appear in a number of musical films.

--4. After Bruce Lee's tragic, unexpected death in 1973, I was
singled out as a likely successor of his mantle as the
king of Hong Kong cinema.

--5. I was presented with a Lifetime Achievement Award at the
MTV Movie Awards in 1995 by Quentin Tarantino, who
reportedly threatened to boycott the ceremony if I did
not receive the award.

Who am I?

[Soaring Feather]

Sultry


Sultry moved her hips
to the distant sound of drums
swinging her skirt in circles
like a CanCan dancer
ruffles circled her head


under long brunette tresses
honey colored shoulders bared


full breasts covered in misty sweat
as Sultry whirled faster and faster with
the increasing tempo of the drums
and the hot night of humid air
reeking with the smell of dead fish
from the nearby wharf, Sultry
danced her escape dance to the
beat of marimbas and dust


filling the night air as it spun from her feet
and dreamed of a lush, thick tent carpets
on the floor and the smell of sweet dates
lifting from the plates placed on low tables

as she lifted her arms covered with the thinnest of
silken veils and slowly moved her hips to the beat
of a distant drum,
Sultry swayed before the emir and cymbals clashed
and outside the tent the stench of camels floated through
the hot night air.


Sultry thought, rank camels are not any better than rotting fish.
But such is the price from wharf to tent, same sweat, different stench
alas, the silken veils are better than rags.


bent feather 08.03.06

[Kathy in Alaska]

Give it that special Snuggles treatment: Michaela Long clutches her young pig, Snuggles, as she sheds a tear at the Graham County Fair in Hill City, Kan. Michaela realized that her pig was suffering from heat stress, and took special care to provide it with water and milk throughout the day. Hays Daily News photo by Steven Hausler via AP

[Soaring Feather]

--Answer to "WHO AM I?"
Jackie Chan. Upon his graduation in 1971, Chan found work as
an acrobat and a movie stuntman, most notably in "Fist of
Fury," starring Hong Kong's resident big-screen superstar,
Bruce Lee. For that film, he reportedly completed the highest
fall in the history of the Chinese film industry, earning the
respectful notice of the formidable Lee, among others. In the
early 1980s, Chan tried his luck in Hollywood, with little
success. As one of the biggest international box office stars,
his popularity in America was limited to the savviest
filmgoers. In 2002, he received a star on the Hollywood Walk
of Fame and was honored with the Taurus Award for best action
movie star at the World Stunt Awards.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.
Please remember our troops in prayer.

[Soaring Feather]

Jewels.

Grateful you are safe and sound. I read where you had lost power.

*HUGS*

bf

[WayzataJOHNN]

"We should start a "Tell Me A Story" / Johnn's tales from Erin or something really zingy. What say you Poet?"

Exactly what did you have in mind?

[Lady Jag]

Yes, I just started at the top of the pings. I'm bushed and wanted to decompressed with the ac on high and see if I can stay awake for the 11 o'clock news.

I should have taken some photos. Lack of sleep stopped me from thinking much at all.

By the time I got back from spending my gasoline on the delight of the car's ac, the neighbors had taken most of the trees down and were drinking beers in a driveway waiting for power to come back.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Desperation in the Dark

The dark
it embraces me
for the tunnel is small
and hot it is as like to kill
as I gasp for breath
for my time is running fast

My judgment is past
yet I struggle with death
for I seek life still
even as I stumble and fall
learning what fate may be
so stark

Amid smells of disturbed earth
I work to outrace the dawn
and the noose waiting there
fearing it more then the dark
in this self made grave
if I fail here

So I work amid tears
my hope I struggle to save
and want no stone they mark
set over me with care
so I exert my brawn
as time runs on so terse

[ScubieNuc]

I've been gone for awhile, and had some amazing experiences. The following is bad poetry, and feel free to rewrite, but it summarizes one particular event.

Lightening cracks overhead, Thunder shakes you to the core.
Hail pelts your skin, Rain soaks your clothes,
Your breath hangs like a tiny cloud in the cold air.
You pray that tomorrow will be a hot dry day.

The morning sun burns through the mist.
Beads of dew hang like pearls on the long meadow grass.
Watching as the shadows of the pines become clearer,
A rush of thankfulness erupts from your inner most depths.

Thank you God for the showers, because without them,
We may never truly appreciate the sun.

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Ms Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!

[Soaring Feather]

Hi ScubieNuc!

Welcome back.

I would guess from your poem you have been camping.

The morning sun burns through the mist.
Beads of dew hang like pearls on the long meadow grass.
Watching as the shadows of the pines become clearer,

These images you describe are especially lovely. I would not call this bad poetry. Very nice indeed. ;)

[Soaring Feather]

Well, mainly it would be on my end, I would create another page off FR where we could have this selection of writing.

I tried the Anthology website some years back. Anthologies are a great deal of work, and to be fair to all who post in the Lair every original poem should be entered into the Anthology.

We could have a selected poems page where choice treasures have a lovely home. Something that has a little organization and order. (That is something I have to work on LOL.)

Our poets are so very talented that a special home for a fine poem, or series of poems, is what I have in mind. I think that would be easier than to look through twenty nine threads looking for a specific poem. Of course, that will have to be done anyway, and an author could ask for a poem to been housed at the selected poem website. All help in searching for poems would be greatly appreciated by bentfeather. ;)

This open for dicussion to all poets who post in the Lair, please offer any and all suggestions.

[Soaring Feather]

Desperation in the Dark


WOW chilling piece!


Really great lines here.


Amid smells of disturbed earth
I work to outrace the dawn
and the noose waiting there
fearing it more then the dark
in this self made grave
if I fail here

Amazing lines.