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The Dragonflies'Lair ~ Thread XLIX~
Poets of The Dragonflies' Lair
| February 15, 2008
| Soaring Feather
Posted on 02/15/2008 6:36:15 PM PST 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; Miscellaneous; Music/Entertainment; Poetry
KEYWORDS: dragonflies; glenngaulway; haiku; poetry
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To: WayzataJOHNN
Morning Moves On
Nice poem Johnn, strong images, both in action, color, and landscape.
To: WayzataJOHNN; All
Not feeling so great today, woke up before the chickens, laid back down for a while, so just going to take it easy today.
To: Soaring Feather
“Not feeling so great today”
OK, its ‘Official Pamper Yourself Day’ Kiddo!
Get with the program and rest up.
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posted on
02/21/2008 8:06:20 AM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: Soaring Feather
"Not feeling so great today"Want my "kitty-katz" to come over & keep you company?
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posted on
02/21/2008 8:07:44 AM PST
by
tomkow6
(................CHANGE We Can Believe............My "VOICES"!....)
To: tomkow6
Only Esmeralda can come no stripped or stinky katzs.
To: WayzataJOHNN
Okay, kido, maybe I can whip up another Ol Sal story. She is a fun character, maybe I will put a can-can outfit on her this time. Guys like that. ;0)
To: Soaring Feather
But Esmeralda HAS stripes!
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posted on
02/21/2008 8:15:01 AM PST
by
tomkow6
(................CHANGE We Can Believe............My "VOICES"!....)
To: tomkow6
Not like those other ummmm pets of yours.
To: Soaring Feather
Old Sal has possibilities, but for now you kick back and relax, she can wait, can-can and all!
And yes, Guys like that sort of stuff to be sure!
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posted on
02/21/2008 8:39:10 AM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
Okay, I am gone. See ya later on this afternoon.
To: Soaring Feather
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posted on
02/21/2008 8:52:49 AM PST
by
tomkow6
(................CHANGE We Can Believe............My "VOICES"!....)
To: tomkow6; Soaring Feather; monkapotamus; All
Breaking news from Fox news alert report of Protesters break into US Embassy in Kosvero burn and looting
Looter guy on vacation???
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posted on
02/21/2008 10:41:57 AM PST
by
SevenofNine
("We are Freepers, all your media belong to us, resistence is futile")
To: Soaring Feather
Your poem and photo are surrealistically exciting!
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posted on
02/21/2008 10:55:26 AM PST
by
Lady Jag
(Always look on the bright side of life)
To: Soaring Feather
Any idea what those figures are made of?
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posted on
02/21/2008 10:57:38 AM PST
by
Lady Jag
(Always look on the bright side of life)
To: Soaring Feather; tomkow6; NY Attitude; WayzataJOHNN; Seadog Bytes; Kathy in Alaska; MEG33; ...
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How to Write Poetry and Cut Ice |
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I mpression,
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posted on
02/21/2008 11:03:57 AM PST
by
Lady Jag
(Always look on the bright side of life)
To: Lady Jag
...your picture leaves me cold....
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posted on
02/21/2008 11:12:05 AM PST
by
tomkow6
(................CHANGE We Can Believe............My "VOICES"!....)
To: All
Grey Citadel
It were an old barn, ancient even when I were a kid,
a grey castle we played in, safe from summer’s heat.
A creaking door that we imagined to be a coffin lid,
and we played hide and seek in the piled hay so sweet.
Just an old barn it were, but to us, a palace for we kings,
and many a knight like us rode forth on stick horses bold.
We rode around it, the trees our Sherwood’s leafy ring,
and never did we tire of our ancient wooden keep so old.
The seat of the old wagon within a king’s throne,
where lordly decisions were made with raised slat sword.
Our haven from the rain, where we might set the tone,
and hold court in the grey palace upon that dry grass sward.
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posted on
02/21/2008 12:00:01 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
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posted on
02/21/2008 12:08:09 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
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posted on
02/21/2008 12:12:23 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: tomkow6
You were saying . . .
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posted on
02/21/2008 1:21:18 PM PST
by
Lady Jag
(Always look on the bright side of life)
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