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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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To: All; Soaring Feather
Thank you for all the lovely poetry!
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posted on
11/04/2007 12:37:30 PM PST
by
MEG33
(GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
To: Soaring Feather
It took a while to get those two together. I had the bridge, it was finding a poem to go with it.
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posted on
11/04/2007 12:39:23 PM PST
by
Lady Jag
(ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,Election '08...of thee I sing,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø)
To: MEG33
You’re welcome, Meg, this flower frame is superb!
To: Lady Jag
You always take the time to select the perfect poem to go with the graphic. We appreciate that so much.
To: All
65
posted on
11/04/2007 12:47:23 PM PST
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
66
posted on
11/04/2007 12:54:20 PM PST
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
To: Soaring Feather
67
posted on
11/04/2007 1:00:56 PM PST
by
MEG33
(GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
To: All
To: Soaring Feather
Type A behavior is deleterious to the health.
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posted on
11/04/2007 1:20:21 PM PST
by
Lady Jag
(ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,Election '08...of thee I sing,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø)
To: Lady Jag
To: Soaring Feather
Just had myself put on the ping list..Wonderful! Silky was asleep by the computer..She jumped..then settled down again..LOL
71
posted on
11/04/2007 2:09:58 PM PST
by
MEG33
(GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
To: MEG33
LOL, I can see her! Yes, Beethoven comes on with a bang.
I was surprised when I saw the thread, a good thing.
To: Soaring Feather
Attack Kat,Attack Kat, Run fer yer lives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
73
posted on
11/04/2007 3:27:04 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
Attack Kat,Attack Kat, Run fer yer lives!!!!!! Says WHO??
To: Soaring Feather
reminds me of a kid in my 4th grade class, even the hair matches. He became a used car salesman, so its not a total surprise.
75
posted on
11/04/2007 6:43:35 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN; Lady Jag
LOL, isn’t that graphic a hoot?? I love it! It’s so Lady Jag.
To: All
Goodnight everyone, Dream a little~Love a lot....
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To: Soaring Feather
“LOL, isnt that graphic a hoot?? I love it! Its so Lady Jag.”
Come on now, I will bet you cash money she doesn’t look like that! Fact is she’s likely a hot fox, built like a sailor’s dream, owns a liquor store, and would love my cooking!
78
posted on
11/04/2007 7:17:35 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: All
Well, if everyone is asleep, I’m gonna go write another chapter in the book.
Nighty-Night
79
posted on
11/04/2007 10:58:54 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: Soaring Feather
The Darker Half
Black dragons fly
the ancient worms
winged heralds of Fate’s will
hoarding the gold of its kill
that is always its terms
for it owns the sky
Made from magic gone awry
its purpose lost over the age
its has become a thing of its own
living and dying a thing alone
a titanic inferno of rage
until it accepts to die
Long lived beast of lore
hunted, hunting the night sky
extracting its terrible needs from the land
until the day it succumbs to another’s hand
Sad the life it lives to lose
the history its lived through
and sadder still that it has to be killed
for it needs its hot rage sated fulfilled
so the old task is still to do
by any means or by any ruse
We bring it with us you know
for it resides with us as always
one a mirrored part of the other’s fate of old
and blessed we’ve had our share of heroes bold
until the end of of all the days
so our shared fates will go
80
posted on
11/04/2007 11:32:06 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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