The Dragon Flies'Lair~XXXXIII

Poets of The Lair | October 07, 2007 | Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

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©
2002

[NY Attitude]

California is known as the land of “Fruits and Nuts”. California also has a lot of “5150s” out walking the street. I encounter them less now but when I worked downtown San Jose I used to encounter them very often.

[Lady Jag]

Little Birds

Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters - I've a Tale to tell. Little Birds are feeding Justices with jam, Rich in frizzled ham: Rich, I say, in oysters Haunting shady cloisters - That is what I am. Little Birds are teaching Tigresses to smile, Innocent of guile: Smile, I say, not smirkle - Mouth a semicircle, That's the proper style! Little Birds are sleeping All among the pins, Where the loser wins: Where, I say, he sneezes When and how he pleases - So the Tale begins. Little Birds are writing Interesting books, To be read by cooks: Read, I say, not roasted - Letterpress, when toasted, Loses its good looks. Little Birds are playing Bagpipes on the shore, Where the tourists snore: "Thanks!" they cry. "'Tis thrilling! Take, oh take this shilling! Let us have no more!" Little Birds are bathing Crocodiles in cream, Like a happy dream: Like, but not so lasting - Crocodiles, when fasting, Are not all they seem! Little Birds are choking Baronets with bun, Taught to fire a gun: Taught, I say, to splinter Salmon in the winter - Merely for the fun. Little Birds are hiding Crimes in carpet-bags, Blessed by happy stags: Blessed, I say, though beaten - Since our friends are eaten When the memory flags. Little Birds are tasting Gratitude and gold, Pale with sudden cold: Pale, I say, and wrinkled - When the bells have tinkled, And the Tale is told. Lewis Carroll

[Soaring Feather]

Absolutely delightful poem and graphic. Thank You.

[Lady Jag]

The poem’s tempo captivated me. I was also surprised that Lewis Carroll wrote it.

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, good tempo, swinging IMHO.

[WayzataJOHNN]

OK, who’s up for helping me with this 9 pound Hersey bar?

[Soaring Feather]

LOL, I can’t eat that much candy!

[WayzataJOHNN]

A buddy sent me one and I can’t eat this much chocolate if I wanted!

[WayzataJOHNN]

I know, I’ll take a bit to the folks I know here in the apartments, that ought to give every sweet tooth a chance to indulge!

[Soaring Feather]

I know, I’ll take a bit to the folks I know here in the apartments, that ought to give every sweet tooth a chance to indulge!
That's a good idea.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Strange the things a dentist will send to folks!

[Soaring Feather]

Helps his business I guess. :0(

[WayzataJOHNN]

So whats up, you into mischief, or resting up to get into mischief???

[Soaring Feather]

Getting ready to crash! My sleep pattern has gone crazy again.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Good night dear friend, sweet dreams (That likely explains THAT smile on your face!)

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

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[tomkow6]

Morning, Ms Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

How ya doing Baby Cakes?