~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...

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[Rhyminsimon]

I was razzled and dazzled
By the words that you spoke
on a clear autum eve,
I started to type, but choked

[Rhyminsimon]

Oh milady, my common and worn words
Should not even sit beneath yours
Your words are so floweryly divine
And mine are such an utter bore



I find her in the midnight hour
Bathed in the light of the moon
I came because I need you, I said
I hope I’m not here too soon

Maybe it’s not you I love
For you I do not know
But it is for the ideal of love
That I let my words now flow.

[Soaring Feather]

Your words are so floweryly divine
And mine are such an utter bore

Nay, your words are not a bore...
There are many more in store.

But it is for the ideal of love
That I let my words now flow.

Liquid silver flows smooth and slow
so the words of love must go
to penetrate the psyche deep
to live in chambers of the heart
to become a living part of the loved one.

[Rhyminsimon]

True, true, what you say is true.
But I being a guy do know
That with these verses of love
They will say a queerness, I show

Haha, I think it funny
With that I’ll go hug my bunny

But seriously or as much as I can be
Your words like slow silver run through me

They tickle and titillate the senses
And make me think of putting up fences...

But another part of me will not retreat
For this kind of fun just cannot be beat

[Soaring Feather]

The hearld I answer is the one
whispering in my ear
hitching a ride with me
or is it I with her
on the winds...
we fly, we are never shy
no nevermore will she and I
be tamed or shamed
or blamed...
in trance we roam
without a home
stopping by afar
galaxies unborn
we dance the rhyme
sweet in sound
rich in color all around
we fling the stars
in fun each night
return by dawn's faint light
we wait for nights' respose
to put a twinkle in our toes
to tweek our ears to the call
laughing, laughing in the hall...

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[Rhyminsimon]

And so the dream fades away
And the reality lingers
I say one two three wake up
And snap my fingers

For a time I was with her
The scent of violets in the air
And then she said good bye
And I said life is not fair

[Soaring Feather]

Nay the dream fades not
into shades of grey...
Nay, it must live
love is all there is
of value...
Don't throw it away
hold on my heart
it will live another day

The violets will fade
as hair silvers
in long dark shadows
of an August afternoon
and the chill of the north wind
reminds one of an approaching
cold and lifeless winter

Nay Spring is always near
fresh violet fields in play
in fields of clover dear
hold her close and near
never
let her go again... ever

[Soaring Feather]

[Rhyminsimon]

But my love, with empathy, I said
I know that you have to get to bed
And if you keep it up, I’m afred
I’ll not get you out of my head

Your words they make me smile
They make my heart smile too
But too much of this can warp the mind
So that only the ideal will do

Henceforth I'll settle for nothing less
Than a trip around Venus and Mars
I’ll never find the one, I now need
Now that you have raised the bar

[Soaring Feather]

Touch the dragon...

[My back yard]

I like your poetry, simon.

[My back yard]

I like your back yard too. So lush and all, just like you.

[My back yard]

Broken Arrow, hello, this is it.

[My back yard]

So lush and all, just like you.

You do know that I meant that in the most generic, nicest way.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning darlin'!!

LOL

My back yard is a lush place. I have more pics of my fiddle head ferns and bird baths.

[Soaring Feather]

In this place serene
I sit and dream
of white knights
brave and bold
painting pictures
in the psyche cold
and
touch the nose of
serendipity in repose
rouse her in her place of rest
and put her magic to the test...

[BrokenArrow]

Don't have a poem for ya, but Howdy Missey.
Trying to stay dry today.

[Soaring Feather]

Howdy yourself!!!

Happy to have you stop around.

We had a soggy wet day yesterday, and not much better today, Gloomy no sun.

[My back yard]

rouse her in her place of rest
and put her magic to the test...


I like that poem too. I like it very very much.

[Rhyminsimon]

Oh My,
Thank you I say
To the nicest thing
I have heard all day...



Nay this and nay that
She said to me and
With each phrase
She set me free

My heart urged me
To go to a rooftop high
For I at last knew
That I could fly

So I bounded up twenty flights
Taking the stairs two at a time
I stood on the roof’s edge
Gasping for breath, and new rhyme

Second guessing the wings of love
I jumped up, flapping like a bird
And fell back to the roof, in disgust
It wasn’t as easy as I had heard

I looked out over the city, and
Looked for a far off backyard gate
Through which my love with
Magical, gossamer wings did wait

I decided that, the magic, was just that
With her too far away, it was faith that I lacked