The Dragonflies' Lair ~ Thread XXXX~

Soaring Feather and poets of the Lair | July 6, 2007 | Soaring Feather

[Lady Jag]

That was a shocker. I was expecting something entirely different and got something much better.

[Seadog Bytes]

[WayzataJOHNN]

Warm, Wonderful and Wishful

Summer daze, those oh so wonderful long hot days
when dreaming in the hammock was such fun
and you’d holler “How about a beer here, Hon
and she’s just look at you from her rest never fazed

Mowing away and the lovely smell of new cut grass
carried on the breeze of coming evening sweet
and sparrows flit among the bushes oh so fleet
and you drink in the moments like a wine with sass

Green growing things about you a canvas of life
and you love this palette of nature oh so very grand
for it shows the subtle nature of the Master’s hand
and you forget all your woes and over-rated strife

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful as ever, thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

John Melloncamp~Paper In Fire


Lambert Hendricks & Ross~Cloud Burst


Frankie Laine~That's My Desire


Sarah Vaughan~Misty


Jeanne Pruett~Satin Sheets


Roberta Flak~Killing Me Softly


The Steve Miller Band~Dream Weaver


Enjoy the tunes.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[starbase]

Ha ha ha, LOL, thanks for the laughs. I'm just getting back into country music somewhat, so your country jokes are perfect! Country music adds a nice contrast to my life in this small town, which is in Taiwan, of course, but has a very country feel.

Lots of farmers, people park flatbed trucks around town (and hang up light bulbs run by generators) and sell all kinds of produce, often "exotic" fruits. Plus, while other Chinese would sooner die than drive an old car ("face", you know), but down here there are lots of clunkers.

Adds to the country feel, so I guess that's why I've been into country lately.

Here are my particular favorites from your list:

1. You let your 14-year-old daughter smoke at the dinner table in front of her kids.

2. The Blue Book value of your truck goes up and down depending on how much gas is in it.

3. You've been married three times and still have the same in-laws.

6. Someone in your family died right after saying, "Hey, guys, watch this."

8. Your wife's hairdo was once ruined by a ceiling fan.

16. You can't get married to your sweetheart because there's a law against it.

17. You think loading the dishwasher means getting your wife drunk.

[Lost Dutchman]

[NY Attitude]

Good morning Soaring Feather. I trust that you have rested well and that your dreamland ventures have left you with a smile on your face. Here the sun is just starting to show. They say that the temps will be very pleasant and dry. The coffee is hot and plentiful.

[NY Attitude]

Mine

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Lords and Ladies of the Lair.
What a wonderful surprise to see a full house when I arrive.
Thank You all!

[Soaring Feather]

Nice to hear from you! Ah, Farmer’s Market we have one here in my city. It’s a big enterprise here.

LOL glad you enjoyed the jokes.

[Soaring Feather]

Rested well thanks, once I got to sleep, been having difficulty getting to sleep. Another shift.
Temps are way down today. Gorgeous out today, the heat has moved on the air is cleaner and easier to breathe.

You are up and around early today, guess I’ll help myself to some coffee.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL DVD Rewinder!!!

[Soaring Feather]

WOO HOO yours!

[Soaring Feather]

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.


Kahlil Gibran

[MEG33]

La Belle Dame Sans Merci...John Keats

I.
O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

II.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

III.
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

IV.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

V.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

VI.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

VII.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
“I love thee true.”

VIII.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

IX.
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side.

X.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!”

XI.
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

XII.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

*****
Good Morning Everyone

[NY Attitude]

Nice picture.

[Soaring Feather]

WOW WOW, Oh my, Meg, this is exquisite poetry!!
Fabulous graphic.

Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks. I have had it for a while just never used it till now.

Perfect weather today YaY!