The Dragonflies'Lair~Thread LIII

Soaring Feather and Poets of The Lair | June 1, 2008 | 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

[Soaring Feather]

“Thank God,” said an elderly Nun at the back. “I’m so sick of Chardonnay.”

ROTFLOL

[Soaring Feather]

The Genesis of the Butterfly by Victor Hugo

Meg, this poem is so lovely and the graphic to match is perfect. Thank You for bringing your beautiful talent into the Lair.

[Lady Jag]

Picasso is great for excellent quotes but here is Van Gogh...

[Soaring Feather]

Word for the Day, Monday, June 2, 2008—execration
Monday, June 02, 2008 10:16:44 AM · 49 of 119
Soaring Feather to xsmommy

execration

After all the execration
was done for the day
Hillary, began to execute
a new plan to purloin votes
and twist necks

after a stiff whiskey or two
Hillary started to brew
a new potion of poison to spew

The ripoff the Clinton’s did
on the nation in the nineties
it is said, did not satisfy the
thirst of their greediness

give us eight more years
to rip and tear America to tears
the agenda has not been executed
the air is rift with mendacity
and tricks, so please let the process
go forth, Hillary’s thirst for power is worse.

Soaring Feather
06.02.08

[tomkow6]

[Soaring Feather]

[Lady Jag]

My muses are elusive and only show up when they feel like it.

Sometimes they show up when I’m frustrated and angry at a point I get stuck in a painting and if I get mad enough, a muse will show up and do it better than I ever could.

It’s a love/hate relationship.

[tomkow6]

50?

[tomkow6]

50?

[tomkow6]

50?

[potlatch]

Thank you LJ, this is nice too.
Somehow the Picasso quote touched something in me when I needed it.

[Soaring Feather]

So that’s your biggie for the day, huh! Well, WOO HOO, Tom.;0)

[Lady Jag]

To me Picasso was more inspirational verbally than he was artistically.

The artist is a receptacle for the emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.”

 Pablo Picasso

 

[Lady Jag]

Biggie? He has a “biggie for the day?”

[Soaring Feather]

Yup, a 50 point WOO HOO!

[Lady Jag]

Greek Muses have been assigned to poetry styles.

Though the Muses, when taken together, form a complete picture of the subjects proper to poetic art, the association of specific muses with specific art forms is a later innovation. The Muses were not assigned standardized divisions of poetry with which they are now identified until late Hellenistic times. The canonical nine Muses, with their fields of patronage, as established since the Renaissance, are:

                   Calliope (the 'beautiful of speech'): chief of the muses and muse of epic or heroic poetry

                   Clio (the 'glorious one'): muse of history

                   Erato (the 'amorous one'): muse of love or erotic poetry, lyrics, and marriage songs

                   Euterpe (the 'well-pleasing'): muse of music and lyric poetry

                   Melpomene (the 'chanting one'): muse of tragedy

                   Polyhymnia or Polymnia (the '[singer] of many hymns'): muse of sacred song, oratory, lyric, singing and rhetoric

                   Terpsichore (the '[one who] delights in dance'): muse of choral song and dance

                   Thalia (the 'blossoming one'): muse of comedy and bucolic poetry

                   Urania (the 'celestial one'): muse of astronomy

 

[Lady Jag]

Got a photo?

I’ve never seen a 50 point WOO HOO.

[tomkow6]

What happened to Sleepy, Doc, Dopey, Bashful, etc????

[potlatch]

[The artist is a receptacle for the emotions that come from all over the place]

Lol, I agree with you, Picasso’s words have more meaning than his paintings.

Getting ready to get a perm, lol, see you later.

[Lady Jag]

You didn't hear??

It's tragic.

One morning the seven dwarfs headed to work at the mine, while snow white stayed home and prepared lunch. Just before noon she arrived with sandwiches, only to learn that there had been a terrible cave-in. Fearing the worst, Snow White, began calling out, hoping that some of the dwarfs had survived. 'Hello? Hello?" She hollered. "Can anyone hear me? Hello?". For quite a while there was no answer. Getting desperate, Snow White tried again. "Hello . Is anyone down there?"
Just as she was giving up all hope, a faint voice came from deep within the mine. Someone was going, "Vote for Hillary! Vote for Hillary!"

Totally relieved Snow White wiped a tear from her eye and screamed ecstatically, "Thank god, Dopey is still alive!"