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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: bentfeather
well, I like the artwork.
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posted on
08/26/2006 9:06:15 PM PDT
by
BipolarBob
(I get homesick when I look up in the skies and see my home planet.)
To: bentfeather; xzins; CMS; The Sailor; txradioguy; Jet Jaguar; Defender2; OneLoyalAmerican; ...
August 27, 2003
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Won't you join me in saying
Happy Anniversary to the Dragon Flies' Lair crew!
To: radu; Kathy in Alaska; EsmeraldaA; stephenjohnbanker; ScubieNuc; Reaper FReeper; WayzataJOHNN; ...
NEW THREAD PING
To: BipolarBob
Hello and Welcome to The Dragonflies' Lair.
To: 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub
Thank You so much Tonkin! Lovely graphic and poem!
To: bentfeather
To: bentfeather; 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub
Happy 3rd Anniversary, Dragonflies Lair!!
Click
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posted on
08/26/2006 9:16:31 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ God Bless and Protect Our Brave Protectors of Freedom~)
To: 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub
To: bentfeather
Happy Anniversary Ms. Feather!
A Birthday
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
To: Kathy in Alaska
Gorgeous music Kathy, thank you so much! Andy Williams, sigh!
To: laurenmarlowe
Very beautiful poem ms marlowe, thank you so much.
To: bentfeather
Remember him when the Osmonds Brothers were on....?
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posted on
08/26/2006 9:22:21 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ God Bless and Protect Our Brave Protectors of Freedom~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Oh sure do, always did love his voice.
To: bentfeather
I still have at least a couple of his albums. I'll have to find some more tunes to play.
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posted on
08/26/2006 9:25:26 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ God Bless and Protect Our Brave Protectors of Freedom~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Oh that would be great. I'm sure our poets and visitors will enjoy the music.
To: All
black ink on parchment
symbols writing time
wrapped in rice reeds
bentfeather (c) 07.02.06
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To: All
Ancient Ritual
Soft she spoke and power grew to fill the glen and all who were there.
Life streamed into us all, and we knew the quickening of life to her.
Streams of lights flowed to her from around her in the growing night.
She pulsed with power and glowed with a star’s own light, a cold fire.
It was then she moved into the ancient steps and danced under stars of night. Her power flowed out to each and all and we danced with her in passions grip.
Faster we swung around the glen to music only we could hear and deep the change began.
Swifter now the movements came and swifter still our inner fire flared into the night. Soft the love, and hot the touch, and sweet the moments as life infused us with her.
These three stanzas selected from the poem Ancient Ritual
Author, WayzataJohnn
The Power of Glen Gaul Way
bentfeather
She knew of the power in the glen,
the magic rituals held way back when,
under a carpet of stars at night
the wizard of the glen held tight
the orb of power o'er his head
and mumbled words of chanting said,
she be the Queen of Glen Gaul Way
from this day on to forever stay
her heart be pure, her love be steadfast
no other bother wink his eye
she's the heart of the Dragonfly.
She cannot see, but only one.
This was the spell he cast on her
blinded to the outer world.
Glen Gaul Way, her kingdom come
filled with treasures bequeathed to her
by the Ancient Ritual held
long before she was the quick
She'll rule alone 'twas said of her
if the fortune goes that way
she holds her power to this day.
The spell was cast, she fell asleep
no creeping heard around her feet
the silence fell upon the land
the mist held thick to cover the ivied walls
no one knew of the land at all.
Ice descended on the land a crystal palace
in a crystal land,
the roses turned to ice that day
the Dragonfly went away.
His warmth no longer felt
the castle cold and rent
slowly the spell held all there
frozen to the task held at hand
each grotesque position a comedic scene
cooks plucking a chickens for the grand hall meal
the baker bending to load the oven with loaves of bread
comic sconces frozen in time and space.
The stables lay in stillness
no whinnies, brays, or clucking from the foul
the old crones tongues not clicking
frozen to their palate. The gossip silenced
for a time, their cursing frozen in the air.
The Fairy Mother Spirit
The Spirit of the Fairy Air looked on in dismay
the Queen of Glen Gaul Way in a trance
her power held in rein, by evil deeds a spell cast on ominous winds from the Castle of the Wren.
The jealous lover of the Dragonfly.
Passion on her blue black lips
desire swinging from her full hips
venom dripping from her eyes
for she despised all good in the Queen of Glen Gaul Way.
The Fairy Mother Spirit heard the grief on the land.
She moved around to witness the stillness of the glen
a worried look crossed her brow,
her saddened heart weeping now.
The Wren whose evil heart hated all that is good and light,
works her evil by the night
Jaded in her lust of him the Dragonfly left the land
his Queen of Glen Gaul Way the Grand.
He'd bid his time in another land.
searching for the answers to the hex placed upon
her graciousness, his Queen, his love, his other hand.
Magic Merlin an old friend helped
Spirit Mother to bring to an end the spell put upon the land of Glen Gaul Way.
Whispering words to the winds Spirit Mother flew again.
Over the frozen lands she soared>
In the forests in the glens her butterfly dust filtered down,
thawing all the castle grounds.
In the forest lay a waif child sound asleep.
Fairy Mother Spirit gathered up this little waif
brought him to the garden gate,
she told the awakened keeper
to take this child to the Queen.
The Queen awoke to find this waif child in chambers dark
she held her breathe and did impart a sigh that would be heard
around the castle grounds for years.
For in the child she had found the Dragonfly unbound and free to ride with her along his side.
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