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The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXXXI
Poets of the Dragonflies' Lair
| August 9, 2007
| Soaring Feather
Posted on 08/06/2007 3:44:50 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!
By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone
On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and me...
And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...
Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...
bentfeather (c) 2002
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TOPICS: Chit/Chat; Music/Entertainment; Poetry
KEYWORDS: dragonflies; dragons; poetry; thelair
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To: NY Attitude
Maybe so, however, I can’t keep up with myself. LOL
To: Soaring Feather
Hope to get a creative streak going upon the completion of the crunch at my day job.
662
posted on
09/01/2007 3:13:39 PM PDT
by
NY Attitude
(You are responsible for your safety until the arrival of Law Enforcement Officers!)
To: NY Attitude
Are you kidding me! I’m still eating.
I started off with an omelet, some home-fries and toast. Must have been too much carbos because I downed a load of corned beef hash after that. Now I’m just finishing up fried eggs and sausages and eyeing the biscuits and gravy.
663
posted on
09/01/2007 3:21:43 PM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.)
To: NY Attitude
Hope to get a creative streak going upon the completion of the crunch at my day job.
Yup, one cannot be very creative when daily demands draw on any creative trends one may have.
The muse is a fickle lady, she comes and goes for all writers.
To: Soaring Feather
665
posted on
09/01/2007 3:32:19 PM PDT
by
NY Attitude
(You are responsible for your safety until the arrival of Law Enforcement Officers!)
To: All
666
posted on
09/01/2007 6:36:45 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
To: All
667
posted on
09/01/2007 6:43:28 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
To: Soaring Feather
Sometimes you may wonder if your fickle muse is on a beach in Barbados and forgot to take you along!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
668
posted on
09/01/2007 10:13:09 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: Soaring Feather
The Art of Dreaming
Dream as free as crystal clear water down a brook
Flowing around the uncaring rocks of life
Let your dreams go unbidden beyond strife
No matter the strange and wondrous path you took
As wide as the universe and as deep as time itself
Dreams have no real limit, unbound and free
With horizons so wide, beyond what you see
They draw me on like a good book on the shelf
Let your dreams be the art in the gallery of your mind
With colors from a true Master’s Palette, so rich and vibrant
And hold not back the scope of each adventure’s flow or cant
For only then, will you, a masterpiece finally, truly, find
669
posted on
09/01/2007 10:13:31 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN; Lady Jag; MEG33; HopeandGlory; NY Attitude; Lost Dutchman; Kathy in Alaska; ...
Good morning everyone!
After Apple Picking
by Robert Lee Frost
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the water-trough,
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and reappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
And I keep hearing from the cellar-bin
That rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking; I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall,
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised, or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
To: Soaring Feather
Good Lord’s Day, ms feather....I’m almost ready to head for bed. Have a good day. *HUGS*
671
posted on
09/02/2007 4:16:13 AM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Thank You, Kathy-have a good sleep!
Thanks for the inspirational music today.
*HUGS*
To: WayzataJOHNN
Sometimes you may wonder if your fickle muse is on a beach in Barbados and forgot to take you along!
I do believe you have it correct. LOL
To: All; Soaring Feather; Lady Jag; WayzataJOHNN; NY Attitude; Seadog Bytes; tomkow6; ...
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my help.from?
My help cometh from the LORD,
which made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121: 1-2
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Wishing You All A Blessed Lord's Day
Enjoying the lovely poetry.
674
posted on
09/02/2007 5:32:17 AM PDT
by
MEG33
(GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
To: MEG33
Very beautiful frame and my most favorite Psalm. Thank You and greetings returned to you.
To: Soaring Feather
;o) Thank you...
It’s 67 degrees outside..I felt the change as soon as I went out to feed the birds..delightful.
676
posted on
09/02/2007 5:49:15 AM PDT
by
MEG33
(GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
To: MEG33
Aha, it was 43 here this morning, I turned the furnace on, I can’t stand to be cold.
The birds have not come back to the finch seed feeder, rats.
Maybe I will break down and get a new feeder for sunflower seeds - squirrels be danged or beware which ever comes first. LOL
To: Soaring Feather
Get a plastic”bell” to go over the feeder. I hope you can hang it higher than I can because some wily squirrels can leap up and hang onto the small rungs..I spent time chasing them away yesterday. Must go do so right now!
678
posted on
09/02/2007 6:06:56 AM PDT
by
MEG33
(GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
To: MEG33
The squirrel catapult works wonders. One ride on it and they won’t be back.
679
posted on
09/02/2007 10:07:36 AM PDT
by
NY Attitude
(You are responsible for your safety until the arrival of Law Enforcement Officers!)
To: NY Attitude
What does it look like?..Sounds intimidating!
680
posted on
09/02/2007 10:12:12 AM PDT
by
MEG33
(GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
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