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~The Dragon Flies Lair~
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| 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
You're very welcome.
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posted on
09/08/2003 7:04:18 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: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Victoria Delsoul; *all
For a little light hearted humor,
click the graphic for Riverdance
To: bentfeather
LOL! Cute.
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posted on
09/08/2003 7:46:52 PM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Radioactive cats have 18 half-lives.)
To: bentfeather
Thanks bentfeather! :-)
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posted on
09/08/2003 8:34:29 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)
The Dragon Fly is magic.
Touch him for the goodnite song.
Sweet Dreams
To: SAMWolf
Good Morning Sam.
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Victoria Delsoul
Good Morning Everybody.
Coffee & Donuts
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posted on
09/09/2003 7:47:37 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(A horse may be forced to drink but a pencil must be lead.)
To: SAMWolf
Dragonflies At Dusk
Silenced whispers
of dragonflies
float above swamps
of fearful minds
with tired wind
and hollow moans
through deaf ears
and mundane drone,
the sinister buzz
of guttural thoughts
of a demented,
psychotic
cultural slut,
but fleeting dusk
can speak your soul,
with subtle delights
that poets own.
Who deciphers this message?
Quiescent crowds
with guarded lairs,
soft sensibilities
craving the fair,
clean the black mud
from their soiled shoes
removing the dust
from their limited views
erasing perversion of thought
from their site,
worshipping day
outlawing night.
Sunshine shows flowers
in colorful sparks,
in the night we see deeper,
all of space through the dark.
The slithering night,
respecting no rules,
slides through their dreams
over grumbles and drool,
licking their longings,
seducing their fright,
to a cerebral alcove
where it nestles in tight
and when the clouds form
and the sunlight fades
and the shadows show night
snuggled into that cave
and the soulful hum
of those dragonflies
expose deeper fears
theyve been trying to hide,
will they understand what they are hearing?
What do they do
when blackness needs freed
to allow the light in
to comfort their dreams?
Is it freed with a pen
or freed with a knife;
freed into prose
or freed into life.
Do they see the difference?
There are dragonflies
around this swamp
whose only intention
is to hate and to haunt.
But words aren't the actions
of stories they recite,
a painting of dark
is not the true black of the night.
If we try to divide
hate from insight,
who will split that fuzzy dusk
between the daytime and the night?
Birchwood
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posted on
09/09/2003 7:49:12 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(A horse may be forced to drink but a pencil must be lead.)
To: My back yard; Graewoulf; HairOfTheDog; Samwise; BrokenArrow; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; ...
Silent Icy White
Something silent and icy white swirling featherlight stares noiselessly Her love in exile Her hopes twisting sweet dreams...
bentfeather a/k/a MLH Copyright © 2003 All Rights Reserved
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To: bentfeather
Morning bentfeather! Lovely!
Did you see the pic of Broken Arrow posted in the Hobbit Hole last friday?
To: SAMWolf
Dragonflies At Dusk
Sam, I don't know how you do it!!
This is an amazing poem and the graphic is fantastic.
Thank you so much for adding so much beauty to this page of poetry.
To: My back yard; BrokenArrow
Hi and good morning MBY.
I did not see the pic of BA. :-(
To: SAMWolf
I love everyone of the songs Sam.
Thank you so much for them.
Nate Cole has been a favorite of mine since I was a very young lady.
To: bentfeather
Another great poem! You are so talented.
I forgot to ask, what is the song behind the Dragon pic in #50?
To: My back yard
Hi My Back Yard.
Long time no see. You about wrapping up the season?
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posted on
09/09/2003 8:19:57 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(A horse may be forced to drink but a pencil must be lead.)
To: SouthernHawk
Thank you so much Hawk.
The song on post #50 is Phil Collins, "Hold On My Heart", isn't it beautiful?
To: bentfeather
Sam, I don't know how you do it!! I ever mention I was a scrounger?
217
posted on
09/09/2003 8:21:46 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(A horse may be forced to drink but a pencil must be lead.)
To: SAMWolf
I'd like to swing on a star! Good music this morning SAM.
To: SAMWolf
Yes, and hoping to not get wrapped upside the head at the end of it too, by that storm that is brewing. The Isabel one. She looks mighty nasty!
But, I'm ready for the football.
To: SAMWolf
Once or twice, yes, I think so.
Aren't you the King of Scroungers?
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