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The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXX
Anniversary Thread Celebrating Three Years
| August 27, 2006
| bentfeather/Poets of The Lair
Posted on 08/26/2006 9:01:39 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
Happy 3rd Anniversary Dragonflies' Lair and Poets
Our Poets
bentfeather fatima Hope and Glory Knitting A Conundrum Lady Jag Liberty Belt NicknamedBob Reaper Freeper Scubie Nuc starbase Texas Songwriter WayzataJohnn
We the poets of the Lair, thank all who support us.
We hope to be here a long time, singing our songs riding the stars, writing our own visions, and best of all, loving all who continue to lurk and visit here over the years.
We write of love, we write of war, we write of sorrow, we write of Knights and Kingdoms from before, we write of drawing down the moon, scarlet robes, and gossamer, kismet, serendipity, serenity, and days of grace, filled with woodsy space ancestors wrinkled ragged and bold horror stories from our own past hauntings from the bog with screaming banshee voices on the wind and of the wind loud and sassy tinkling brass, silvered nights with star strewn paths. We write songs of happiness, songs of grief songs of anger and relief.
Our poets take pictures along their walk post them here for all of us to gawk and ohh and aw about the mystery of another land.
With all of life's hard times, pushes and shoves we poets remain above the fray to write in the sunlight of another new day, and take a chance on a little romance in The Land of Glen Gaul Way. And know that in the dead of night, WayzataJohnn will be stopping by to steam up the Lair with a senusous poem, or tell a hair raising tale from his life as an Navy Vet, a Cowboy, a Husband, and best of all a very good friend of all of us here.
bentfeather (c) 08/27/06
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TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: classicpoetry; dragonflies; dragons; glengaulway; haiku; knights; ladies; pictures; poetry; songlyrics
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To: tomkow6
To: Kathy in Alaska
Thanks Kathy for Rubber Duckies! So cute!
To: WayzataJOHNN; HopeandGlory; starbase; ScubieNuc; Kathy in Alaska; tomkow6; GeekDejure; ...
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Good morning everyone.
To: Lady Jag
To: bentfeather
Hey, Bent baby! Sorry I'm late for your anniversary!
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posted on
08/29/2006 9:46:29 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid.)
To: Lady Jag
Oh no problem at all, Lady Jag. Great framed graphic.
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I never thought you were giving us the Bum's Brush!
To: All
Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote, "A moment's
insight is sometimes worth a life experience."
Today is Tuesday, Aug. 29, the 241st day of 2006 with 124
to follow. The moon is waxing. The morning stars are Saturn,
Mercury, Venus and Uranus. The evening stars are Neptune,
Mars, Jupiter and Pluto.
To: bentfeather
I haven't been with it.
Been having more kidneys stones.
Feeling better now.
108
posted on
08/29/2006 10:14:07 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid.)
To: Lady Jag
Oh dang, so sorry to hear that. You have been missed!
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Glad you are feeling better!
To: Lady Jag
OOOOOOOOOOh....you have my empathies...rather have gall stones any day....Drink lots of water, feel better!
110
posted on
08/29/2006 10:23:27 AM PDT
by
Knitting A Conundrum
(Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
To: bentfeather
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posted on
08/29/2006 10:25:40 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid.)
To: Knitting A Conundrum
Drinking lots of water is great advice. Thank you.
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posted on
08/29/2006 10:28:55 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid.)
To: Knitting A Conundrum
End of the Quest
Briar, briar, twisted tight,
remember well this lovely night,
where spell was wrought to come undone
will be completed by morning sun.
Look where she lies, asleep alone,
While father slumbers on his throne,
and scullery maids sleep on their brooms
and spiders dream while at their looms,
You cannot stop the prince this night,
Your thorns that guard fail in his sight,
When his lips touch hers, the last veil torn,
Your thorns will vanish come the morn.
The spindle's spell will come to rest,
and your leaves adorn her wedding dress.
113
posted on
08/29/2006 10:32:05 AM PDT
by
Knitting A Conundrum
(Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
To: bentfeather
![](http://sfgate.com/n/pictures/2006/08/28/alpaca10.jpg)
Alpaca lunch: A rainy-day gnash and nosh in Salt Point, N.Y.
114
posted on
08/29/2006 11:18:50 AM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ God Bless and Protect Our Brave Protectors of Freedom~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Wow, for a minute there I though there was a mirror on my monitor!
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posted on
08/29/2006 6:37:16 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
You two are so cute! LOL!
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posted on
08/29/2006 6:45:00 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ God Bless and Protect Our Brave Protectors of Freedom~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Yep, its hereditary (or is that dietary??????)
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posted on
08/29/2006 6:57:02 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: bentfeather
Again
Can you hear it, just there, lass
that oh so soft whisper on the wind
telling of other times and other lives
that walked the glen before us
They to did work and play, rant and cuss
and tip toe gentle past some farmers hives
and in the deep grasses pause, and sinned
beside a stream, in times so swift to pass
Words they whispered soft and dear
and pledges made before the coming of a King
and now their spent as their time is too
were they like us or we like them I think
Memories into history do fade and sink
lost in fogs of yesteryear as all things do
but sometimes passed on like a wedding ring
they bind us to those now far from fear
In the glen we walk and share the silence there
hand in hand we stroll amid the verdant greens of home
part of them lives in us and so we softly share
across the span of time we touch a common moment
When passions rage and finally fall away so spent
we, like them, take time to reflect and softly care
here in the glen we find the reasons not to roam
the hearts do entwine at the touch of a masters care
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posted on
08/29/2006 6:57:29 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
Oh my, this is beautiful. Like a step into anothers dream.
These words of mine do not express the feelings your poem have evoked in me. I can't find the words right now.
To: Kathy in Alaska
I can't decide if I like the color of hair. LOL The teeth are awesome.
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