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~The Dragon Flies Lair~
Poets
| August 27, 2003
| bentfeather
Posted on 08/27/2003 5:11:10 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 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©
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TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: freeverse; haiku; michaeldobbs; poems; poetry; poets
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To: bentfeather
Thanks so much for the advice.
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posted on
09/07/2003 9:55:20 PM PDT
by
Victoria Delsoul
(There aren't enough conservatives in CA to vote for Tom and still have him to win. That's a fact)
To: *all
~The MidNight Hour~ Good Night Lovers of the Night.~
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Bentfeather
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To: SAMWolf
Good morning Sam, everyone coming into the Dragon Flie's Lair!
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Victoria Delsoul
Good Morning Everybody.
Coffee & Donuts
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posted on
09/08/2003 7:41:23 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Radioactive cats have 18 half-lives.)
To: SAMWolf
Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks to God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer
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posted on
09/08/2003 7:50:39 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Radioactive cats have 18 half-lives.)
To: SAMWolf
Wow Sam, what a fantastic selection of music this morning. Everyone of them a favorite of mine.
Thanks every so much.
P.S. I love the Avatar! :-)
To: SAMWolf
Excellent music selection this morning SAM.
To: bentfeather; SAMWolf
DECORATION DAY
Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Arms, Where foes no more molest, Nor sentry's shot alarms!
Ye have slept on the ground before, And started to your feet At the cannon's sudden roar, Or the drum's redoubling beat.
But in this camp of Death No sound your slumber breaks; Here is no fevered breath, No wound that bleeds and aches.
All is repose and peace, Untrampled lies the sod; The shouts of battle cease, It is the Truce of God!
Rest, comrades, rest and sleep! The thoughts of men shall be As sentinels to keep Your rest from danger free.
Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To: bentfeather
You're welcome Feather.
It's one of my favorite wolf graphics.
189
posted on
09/08/2003 8:32:18 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Radioactive cats have 18 half-lives.)
To: snippy_about_it
I remember that poem from my school days.
190
posted on
09/08/2003 8:33:30 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Radioactive cats have 18 half-lives.)
To: snippy_about_it
Thank you snippy for the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, DECORATION DAY poem.
To: bentfeather
Thanks for inviting me to your thread, Ms Feather. I like your back yard too! What a fun thing, to ride on a dragonfly!
192
posted on
09/08/2003 9:53:37 AM PDT
by
TEXOKIE
(America, WE LOVE YOU! And our love is great enough to hold you eternally victorious in the Light!)
To: bentfeather
Where Eagles Cry And Wolves Call
The drum beats its rhythm
Steady and slow
Shell rattle dances
Between beats
Lulling mind, body
And
Soul
And he plays for me
Softly at first
Like feathers on the wind, then
Rising slowly, hauntingly
Calling to me in ancient
Mournful melodies
Heart beats to the rhythm of the drum
Blood pulses to the rattle of the shells
And he plays for me
Thunder rumbles, challengingly, in the distance
A sudden chill sets upon the wind, and
Lightning streaks across a clear sky
And still, he plays for me
Eyes of liquid ebony
Hold me transfixed
Until nothing exists, but
He and I, and the music
And he plays to me
He plays to my antiquity
Drawing me in
With each breath
Then sending me out, in song
To the place where
Eagles cry and wolves call
Coyote Moon
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posted on
09/08/2003 10:10:43 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Radioactive cats have 18 half-lives.)
To: SAMWolf
Where Eagles Cry And Wolves Call
Coyote Moon
Powerful Work!
And Women Ride the Wind!!
To: SAMWolf
I remember that poem from my school days.Yep, it's an old one.
LOL!
To: *all
Night Song
A common desire to love dawned with a night song muttered anonymously with haunted eyes
bent.feather ©
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To: bentfeather
*HUGS*
To: MoJo2001
*HUGS*
To: SAMWolf; bentfeather
Oh, that's so cute. Thanks so much for the music, Sam.
Love your thread, bentfeather. You've done a superb job.
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posted on
09/08/2003 6:46:49 PM PDT
by
Victoria Delsoul
(There aren't enough conservatives in CA to vote for Tom and still have him to win. That's a fact)
To: Victoria Delsoul
Thank you so much Victoria.
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