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The Dragonflies'Lair~Thread XLIV
November 03, 2007
| Soaring Feather/Poets of The Lair
Posted on 11/03/2007 6:52:47 PM PDT by 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
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TOPICS: Chit/Chat; Hobbies; Miscellaneous; Poetry
KEYWORDS: dragonflies; music; poetry; thelair
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posted on
11/03/2007 6:56:51 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(I Soar 'cause I can....)
To: Soaring Feather
Oh goodie, a new place to play!
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posted on
11/03/2007 7:04:38 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
Oh goodie, a new place to play!
Brought to you by: The Glory of Up State NY.
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posted on
11/03/2007 7:08:27 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(I Soar 'cause I can....)
To: Soaring Feather
WOW,
Talk about your riot of color!
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posted on
11/03/2007 7:17:33 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: All
Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What is all this sweet work worth,
If thou kiss not me?
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley
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posted on
11/03/2007 7:18:05 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(I Soar 'cause I can....)
To: WayzataJOHNN
It is beautiful isn’t it?? It’s the Sugar Maples that are the reds and oranges, and some yellows mixed in.
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posted on
11/03/2007 7:19:39 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(I Soar 'cause I can....)
To: All
Goodnight everyone.
My valiant knight thy furrowed brow tell stories not spoken but hangs heavy as your cloak hanging from slumping shoulders war worn, tired from bloody battle
of clashing blades, slashing swords, yet holding forth a stalwart posture of honor while bent from battle on this night-come my knight to your maiden's chambers tower high away from the clamor to the midnight hour of magic moments
Lay thy bloodied beaten head upon the softness of my bed and lay in peace 'til the cock doth crow then off to battle thou must go
White Knight honor to uphold bravely striding before the fold leading your company to victory and bestow your world with fealty...
bentfeather /Soaring Feather
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posted on
11/03/2007 7:33:23 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(I Soar 'cause I can....)
To: Soaring Feather
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posted on
11/03/2007 7:47:50 PM PDT
by
maine-iac7
("...but you can't fool all of the people all of the time" LINCOLN)
To: maine-iac7
Hello, and Welcome to The Dragonflies’Lair. Nice to have you here, please continue to come by, we poets love a full house.
Lovely picture, brilliant reds.
To: maine-iac7
Oh-oh, new blood! Welcome, glad to see you here. Are you a poet, a reader. or an as yet undiscovered graphic artist???
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posted on
11/03/2007 8:07:38 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: Soaring Feather
Another Life, Another Time
Tis the verdant green of the valleys I miss the most I think
Where the mild summer winds carry the many scents of life
And the lovely river runs slowly to the Irish Sea tumbling so rife
Where the long grasses move like waves into which we sink
Cool grass bower and shade of an ancient tree shelter us sweet
As we love the day away in a timeless moment just for we two
Holding each other with passion as all lovers are aching to do
Not realizing how such moments are both temporary and so fleet
Rolling hills about us, and we together reach beyond them so high
Our hearts are fused in need and pleasant exploration as we burn
For such is the manner of love, such is the way of all hearts turn
And so we fill the day with expectations under a cerulean sky
As evening touched the edge of day we walk the long road home
And by the hearth we remembered the day for it was our first
Even now it remains bright, the memory of our loves thirst
When we made the pact and kept it good, there on Erins loam
Time washes so much away yet it remains so very clear
And the magic we knew of each other is still there fair I say
Though you are gone and I so many thousands of miles away
I hold onto the memory still burning within so sweet and clear
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posted on
11/03/2007 8:49:37 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
Are you a poet, a reader. or an as yet undiscovered graphic artist??? Well, kinda. I'm a retired (writer, photog, artist) ole gramma, except for continuing to write a column and painting family portraits, including my kit-kat
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posted on
11/03/2007 10:41:10 PM PDT
by
maine-iac7
("...but you can't fool all of the people all of the time" LINCOLN)
To: Soaring Feather
First Kiss
Their eyes meet there in full moon light, something not so rare
But this night something’s different here, and there’s magic in the air.
“Is the summer breeze always this alive?” she softly wonders there,
Something in his eyes speak to her soul, a challenge and a dare
that keeps her from moving.
There under the spreading cherry tree, beneath the warm moonlight,
He looks into those blue-grey eyes, stormy, warm and bright,
Here at the place where it all began, where he woke up to the sight
Of these two eyes that needed him to help her make things right,
To be her protector.
A touch, a sigh, the moment comes when there’s no turning back
As midnight dawns a lover’s light to chase away the black —
The sounds, the scents, the moonlight all join in one attack
To bind the fears that held them in a lonely loveless track
Of self-imposed angst.
Spinning, spinning round them as soft as lover’s sigh
Auras raised by passion reach out to kiss the sky
A brush of lips, electric fire make red and pink sparks fly
Bright fireworks build of love and need that sparkle in the eye
Of those who have the sight to see.
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posted on
11/03/2007 11:12:51 PM PDT
by
Knitting A Conundrum
(Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
To: maine-iac7
“I’m a retired (writer, photog, artist) ole gramma”
ahhhhhhhhhhhh, a seasoned writer, visual artist, and Second Class-Angel. (Still an Angel, just no wings...yet.) Yep, you got all the good stuff working for you!!!
;^)
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posted on
11/03/2007 11:21:26 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: Knitting A Conundrum
Nice, visual, and intimate! You have a nice combination working here, I like this a lot.
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posted on
11/03/2007 11:22:28 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: All
Well off to bed, early riser tomorrow, things to do and people to speak to.
Later ya all
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posted on
11/03/2007 11:36:28 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
I have turned into a narrative poet.
Got more, but most of it would require some explanation if you aren’t familiar with the characters
But if anyone is interested, most of it, including the novel, most of it can be found here:
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.php/u/Knittingknots
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posted on
11/03/2007 11:49:15 PM PDT
by
Knitting A Conundrum
(Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
To: Soaring Feather; MEG33; Lady Jag; WayzataJOHNN; Kathy in Alaska; Lost Dutchman
There is no telling about the wondrous feeling one experiences from getting an hour of extra sleep. Hopefully birds are singing merrily just outside your bedroom window to alert you to another grand and glorious day.
Today’s virtual breakfast offerings are:
- Southern style biscuits and gravy
- Sausage patties or links
- Country fried potatoes
- Angel wings waffles
- Assorted fresh fruit
- Assorted juices
- Yogurt
- Sticky cinnamon buns
- Milk
- Columbian coffee
Bon Appetit
Chef Tude
As we open our eyes and greet the day
we should look to the heavens and pray
and rejoice in the wonders that abound
and thank the Lord we are still above ground
to enjoy all of life’s mysteries as they unfold
and treat them as if they are gold
and cherish them as we get old.
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posted on
11/04/2007 4:20:29 AM PST
by
NY Attitude
(You are responsible for your safety until the arrival of Law Enforcement Officers!)
To: NY Attitude; WayzataJOHNN; Lady Jag; Lost Dutchman; MEG33; HopeandGlory; Kathy in Alaska; ...
Good morning everyone!
My goodness, what a wonderful surprise, fabulous poetry, and a delicious Brunch Menu.
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