The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXX

Anniversary Thread Celebrating Three Years | August 27, 2006 | bentfeather/Poets of The Lair

[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

[Soaring Feather]

ROFLOL!!

Mernin' Tomkow!

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks Kathy for Rubber Duckies! So cute!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning!

[Lady Jag]

Hey, Bent baby! Sorry I'm late for your anniversary!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh no problem at all, Lady Jag. Great framed graphic.

I never thought you were giving us the Bum's Brush!

[Soaring Feather]

Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote, "A moment's
insight is sometimes worth a life experience."

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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.

[Lady Jag]

I haven't been with it.

Been having more kidneys stones.

Feeling better now.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh dang, so sorry to hear that. You have been missed!

Glad you are feeling better!

[Knitting A Conundrum]

OOOOOOOOOOh....you have my empathies...rather have gall stones any day....Drink lots of water, feel better!

[Lady Jag]

Me, too! Thanks!

[Lady Jag]

Drinking lots of water is great advice. Thank you.

[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.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Alpaca lunch: A rainy-day gnash and nosh in Salt Point, N.Y.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Wow, for a minute there I though there was a mirror on my monitor!

[Kathy in Alaska]

You two are so cute! LOL!

[WayzataJOHNN]

Yep, its hereditary (or is that dietary??????)

[WayzataJOHNN]

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 farmer’s 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 master’s care

[Soaring Feather]

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.

[Soaring Feather]

I can't decide if I like the color of hair. LOL The teeth are awesome.