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]

Good morning, Tomkow!

[Soaring Feather]

Hi starbase!

WOW these picture are perfect for our celebration.

The dragon pictures are astounding. My goodness, I am speechless. Beautiful temples.

Thank You for sharing your adventures with us.

[Soaring Feather]

Hello ASA Vet and welcome to the Lair.

Thanks for pinging others to see these wonderful pictures.

[Soaring Feather]

Ah, the mystery path leads us to morning temples and dragons!

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Contemplating Camelot's Ruin

Let it be told again, how there it stood,
There by the Camel's fabled stream
There the keep arose, a fortress strong,
Strong enough to hold a dream
Fifteen hundred years or more
Glimmering like a chimera in the telling,
A place where one man strived to stand tall
Against the darkness gathering, swelling
To wipe away the light that was,
And bravely through that twilight strode the Bear,
And for a season, he succeeded,
And planted the dream that lingers there.
And yet in the end, the darkness called his name,
Blood fighting blood, love betrayed,
Are what we remember best of what he wrought,
except the lone promise made
When carried off to Avalon
for healing beyond time and space
on that fair faerie isle,
to return again - Arthur, lo, quicken your pace!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh exquisite poetry, Knitting, thank you very much.

So rich in imagery.

[Soaring Feather]

Author Salman Rushdie said, "Literature is the
one place in any society where, within the
secrecy of our own heads, we can hear voices
talking about everything in every possible way."

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Today is Monday, Aug. 28, the 240th day of 2006 with 125 to
follow. The moon is waxing. The morning stars are Saturn,
Mercury, Venus and Uranus. The evening stars are Neptune,
Mars, Jupiter and Pluto.

[Darksheare]

G'evening Feather!
Been stuck on midnight to 8 shift.
*unnngh*

[Soaring Feather]

Well, for goodness sake, Darksheare, nice to see you!

What you working at if you don't mind my asking.

[Darksheare]

Security work, nothing spectacular.

I end up being able to only lurk, maybe post one or two posts and then wander off.
*sigh*

[Soaring Feather]

Well, a job is a job.

How's your weather today, it is so clammy here today my skin feels cold. Honestly, I can't tolerate this humidity! Ugh!

[Darksheare]

It was rainy, cold, and miserish last night.
And it's supposed to rain again tonight.

[Soaring Feather]

Yupper just like here. Been that way all weekend, just get the weather willies from it all.

[Darksheare]

The rain was playing havoc with my equipment, been 'interesting' in that respect.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh I bet so, all the dampness in the air is bound to bother electronics.

[Darksheare]

It was the rain itself that took out some of my electronics.
Was quite fascinating.

Gotta head back out.
*groan*
Oh well.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Once in awhile nowadays, my brain will break from the geopolitics and still give me a glimmer...Sunken Civilization pinged me to two really interesting pings today, both with a bit of connection to Arthur, and thus the birth of this poem.

Arthurian material used to be a major hobby of mine...

[Knitting A Conundrum]

and I still cry when I read the end of the Morte D'Arthur or see the end of Camelot...

[Soaring Feather]

I really am glad it happened for your today. I am so pleased to have it posted in the Lair.


Arthurian material used to be a major hobby of mine...
Great, wonderful topic!

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Every poem worthy of being posted, I put here to share!