~The Dragon Flies Lair~

Poets | August 27, 2003 | bentfeather

[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 guides
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and I...

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©

[Soaring Feather]

1000!!!!

Whoo Hoo, time for a new thread!

[Soaring Feather]

Flurry,
You got the 1000 post!!
Whoo Hoo!

[Darkchylde]

She's under the impression her poetry isn't very good.
I guided her to the compliments, to which she replied
on AOL IM "woo hoo!". I also have another poem by her.

quiet faces, all too innocent
for when they awaken what will this time be
a thing in the past
no more silence as the faint breathing turns into an out loud cry
oh the days when i was young
when nap was all i ever needed to settle into my peaceful zone
some cried for mommy some wanted to play
not me i note i wanted to escape the day
they grow up so fast
from young to old where time goes past though seemingly slow
days of playing and running free become days of torment and undoubtedly
a time of when all else matters what happened to the days when there were no cares, no feelings of shame, guilt, or despair

[Darkchylde]

I have it saved on my computer.
I feel so special now.

[snippy_about_it]

Don't forget to ping us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[SAMWolf]

She's good, makes one think of the innocence of childhood.

[Darksheare]

Angst!
It's difficult to trust agains after getting 'sagged' by someone.
Somewhat of a song, no tune, again, it's in my head and I can't write music.


Alive
Stuck inside my head
things I never said
come back to haunt me
You
Said you wanted me
but now it's plain to see
it's all for nothing
I float above it all
knowing that I'll fall
and there'll be taunting
(Run away run away)
Run away from the nothing I've become
(Run away run away)
Find the answers to where this is really from
(Run away run away)
I need to feel warmth instead of feeling numb
(Run away run away)
All we want is to be loved
(Run away run away)
I'll find myself someday
We
circle what we see
fear of you and me
but here it's ending

[snippy_about_it]

when we didn't have a care in the world
how free we felt
how wonderful it was to be alive

no fear
no concept of death

then we grew up
innocence lost

fears creep in
death rears its ugly head

fun becomes moments of laughter
quick to end
reality returns

i'm convinced we are closer to God as children
then as life creeps in and years go by
we move further away from Him

Only to return as we near death
seeing that it was all so short
wanting that feeling of freedom to return

[snippy_about_it]

Tell your friend she inspired me. ;)

[SAMWolf]

Good, I see Darchylde's friend inspired you. :-)

[Trikebuilder]

Its now my 'morning', I go to work at 8 PM, and do another 12 hour 'day'.

Forgetting to have written something for the ladies, I leave this small offering to women, written some time ago.

Mistress of the Heart

She walks beside sun drappled waters,
her hair tossed by dancing breezes,
each lock caressing her with gentle touch.

She moves with dancer’s grace,
flowing through each moment,
in the ballet of life, her masterpiece.

She captivates, titillates, and subjugates,
and I the willing, oh so willing slave,
to her soft domination of my will.

She is all women, any woman,
the sum of her parts and needs,
love personified in the physical.

She is, and I am swept away in her,
the magic that is her, in the world of me,
an overpowering and perfect love.

[Soaring Feather]

That's so good Dark.

I never hear music in my head.

[Darksheare]

Thanks.

[Soaring Feather]

SWOON!! Triker, you never fail to amaze me with your craft of writing Romantic Poetry.

:-) WOW, thanks so much and take care Trike.

[Darkchylde]

I'll tell you what she thought
in her very own words.


"Hmm interesting.
I actually inspired someone?!
There's a first."

[Darksheare]

I hear music in my head, when I'm awake, and sometimes when I sleep.
It gets annoying, and sometimes I have to get up in the middle of the night and write it down or it leaves my head like a shadowy dove on satin soft wings.

[Soaring Feather]

I would suggest to keep on encouraging her.

[snippy_about_it]

Damn!

Swoon is right bentfeather!!

[SAMWolf]

DAMN! You're good!

[Soaring Feather]

I hear music in my head, when I'm awake, and sometimes when I sleep.
It gets annoying, and sometimes I have to get up in the middle of the night and write it down or it leaves my head like a shadowy dove on satin soft wings.

I hear words of poetry and rhyme in my head, I suppose that could be called songs. Yes, poetry is singing!