The Dragonflies'Lair~Thread XLIV

November 03, 2007 | Soaring Feather/Poets of The Lair

[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

[Soaring Feather]

I can’t say I am organized either, mostly it’s my back and knees that say it’s time to rest. :)

[Lady Jag]

Yes, when your body parts complain it is time to listen.

Being disorganized on top of that can makes for an exciting lifestyle full of emergency locating. LOL!

[Lady Jag]

Thank you, Meg, and happy TGIF to you, too!

May you fall upon and river of gold.

[Lady Jag]

Gr-r-r-r-r...may you fall upon A river of gold.

[WayzataJOHNN]

I wish you a river of gold
a bubbling stream of joy
a rush of wonder for you
filling your day full too
until you cry out, Oh Boy
before the day grows old

[Soaring Feather]

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

[NY Attitude]

Good night Soaring Feather. Rest well.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Anyone here? Who’s up for gossip and rude slanders of anyone not here?

[WayzataJOHNN]

Ah, come on, its no fun gossiping all by himself, I already know what tall tales I can tell!

[WayzataJOHNN]

450 is MINE

But its no fun being alone here. And I even showered!

[WayzataJOHNN]

Maybe I ought not a showered?

[WayzataJOHNN]

OK, I go away and pout now.

I so lonely.

(Last time I wash for you guys!)

[NY Attitude]

Good morning WayzataJOHNN. Hopefully you rested well. I see that you captured #450. Hope all is well.

[NY Attitude]

Good morning everyone. I trust that everyone slept well and are now ready to face the day with a big smile and a little zip in their step.

Todays virtual breakfast menu is:

- Denver omelet
- Slice of Sugar cured ham
- Hash brown potatoes
- English muffin of Bagel
- Dollar size pancakes
- Yogurt
- Assorted dry cereals
- Assorted fresh fruit
- Super size Honeybuns
- White and Chocolate milk
- Assorted jellies and jams
- Columbian coffee

Bon Appetit

Chef Tude

We all have nothing to gain
to sit and worry about pain
the loss of which is what we strive
but it also lets us know that we are alive

NY Attitude 11/10/2007

[Lost Dutchman]

Thanks NY Attitude CHOW TIME!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!
Thank You, for your service and Happy Veteren's Day!

[Soaring Feather]

GM Chef Tude!

A grand menu you offer us this day
from taters and bacon, to well whipped batter,
slabs of ham covered with eggs
begs the question do you serve green eggs?

Crispy cereal served in a bowl
fresh fruit for the flakes
with a huge honey bun roll.

Jellies and jams - take your choice
bagels or muffins to stuff your face.

Columbian coffee served in big mugs
and donuts for dunkin’ and slurin’
no SOS on this menu today
but Bon Appetit, up up and away!

[Lady Jag]

I’m eating big today.

Courage is not the towering
oak that sees storms come and go;
it is the fragile blossom
that opens in the snow.

[Lady Jag]

[Soaring Feather]

Very nice, Lady, thank you.