Happy 4th Anniversary to The Dragonflies' Lair!
Pictures from our friend starbase in Taiwan.
starbase, regrets he will not be attending, however, he sent these pictures from the Taipei Airport.
Thank You, starbase.
A graphic from Lady Jag!
Thank You.
From HopeandGlory, Thank You!
Silk Carpets from Iran.
Poetry by WayzataJohnn. Oh Brother of the Gun
Tribute to 68-69 Tonkin Gulf Yatch Club
Long our roads near the Tonkin Gulf, so far we've come
we've known the fury of battles at dawn's half light
the long hours on the watch through the night
though sometimes so stricken, as if we were dumb
We finally made it home, sort of I guess
though some did not, we still hold them near
remembering the bitter taste of our own fear
yet we went on, for we could do no less
The years passed, and still we remembered all
and honored our service with silent faith in right
shunned and spit on, we stood firm each day and night
listening to our country's long remembered call
We went on, built new lives and started over again
accepting our forgotten self amid the day
but remembering all too well each night I'd say
keeping so tight a hold to our silent hidden pain
We grew beyond the hard times, and built a new life
built a career in spite of ourselves, surprising us at times
knowing family and friends, such sweet, sweet rhymes
dealing with all the joys, challenges, and sometimes strife
We were Brothers of the Gun, sharing common toil
and we gave respect and honor to our brothers in care
you were my friend, my self, the other brother I'll remember fair
when the heartache and inner pain started to really boil
You've gone ahead, still inspecting, as was your way
making sure its up to regulations before we all get there
so I say thanks for the time we shared my friend fair
until we meet for a beer and some scuttlebutt another day
Rev. Johnn 'Trike' Schroeder
US Navy TM2 ('63-'70)
Ambiance of Love
Soft starlight twinkling
black velvet skies shrouding
lovers meeting in dewy dusk
fading to black together.
bentfeather
Blossoms in Their Time
Like the rare flowers of the century plant
anniversaries come in their time
bound up in gentle rhyme
shared by those who refuse to accept ‘can’t’
Wordsmiths, some young or now old
crafting thoughts and dreams with but words
to share and speak until we perceive the art heard
to dare so open and honest and bold
Each a stone in the flagstone floor of poetry
upon which we build a house of appreciation
placed with quiet hope and somber dedication
before we slip away to see what else may be
WayzataJohnn
So lovely are your poems, words
so carefully chosen and placed
upon each and every line
as a floor on which to build
a poem, or a hill from which
to gaze in other worlds
and see the path ways strewn
with gems laid down on
velvet hems of robes worn
by princes rare, and poets
with a golden pen.
bentfeather
dancers shadow dancing
silhouetted two in
black against black
bentfeather
flowing up then back
and sharing easy fun
the mood enhancing
WayzataJohnn
sad dance in the breeze
two lovers who have to part
solemnly swaying
HopeandGlory
dancers shadow dancing
silhouetted two in one
black against black
bentfeather
"flowing up then back
and sharing easy fun
the mood enhancing"
WayzataJohnn
romancing the night
soft fabric furling lifting
enticing moonbeams for rides
bentfeather
sad dance in the breeze
two lovers who have to part
solemnly swaying
HopeandGlory
Wild Sweet Peas..Near The Beach At Sunset Frame by Meg33
Before Sunset by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Love's twilight wanes in heaven above,
On earth ere twilight reigns:
Ere fear may feel the chill thereof,
Love's twilight wanes.
Ere yet the insatiate heart complains
'Too much, and scarce enough,'
The lip so late athirst refrains.
Soft on the neck of either dove
Love's hands let slip the reins:
And while we look for light of love
Love's twilight wanes.
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