~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©

[SAMWolf]

Slam dunked by the Feather! What a way to go.

[SAMWolf]

I had a deprived childhood, we didin't have slugs. We had lots of grasshoppers and lightning bugs though.

[Soaring Feather]

Sam, you know my name means LIONESS, DON'T YOU???

[Soaring Feather]

Sam, love the poem you posted this morning.

In November.

[Darksheare]

I'll try.
Not sure what it will end up as, let alone if it'll be legible.

[Darksheare]

My sis, she's gonna kill me for this, was running through the front yard when she was about 5 or so.
A grasshopper the size of my hand jumped up from the ground and stuck to her face as if she were the side of a building or something.
She let off with the loudest, longest scream I have EVER heard a little kid, at the time, give off.
And the funniest part of it was this: As she screamed, the grasshopper's antenna wiggled back and away from her face.

I had to gently get it off her face.
That was the most demoralised grasshopper I have ever seen.

[snippy_about_it]

I'll be back later on this afternoon to slam dunk you all with poetry!! LOL

Ha! Like that could be a challenge. I have a feeling it will be easy for you. ;)

[Darksheare]

Waaay too easy for her.

[Darkchylde]

I've always loved stories of dragons, fairies
& such. That (along with a small interest in
mythology) helped me come up with this one.


Dragon's rhymes, forgotten times
in the land of make believe.
Mystic mines, enchanted pines,
I might just never leave.
Siren's sighs, sweet little lies
but I just cannot bother.
Gossamer wings, a pixie sings
& I long for no other.
Playing a lyre by the Phoenix' fire,
nothing is as it seemed.
Dragon's rhymes, forgotten times...
youth cannot be redeemed.

[Countyline]

Did you notice this thread?
Snake65's novel "Way of the Wolf" in stores now (semi-
vanity and shameless self-promotion alert)
E.E. Knight's homepage ^ | September 5, 2003 | Snake65/E.E. Knight

check out E.E. Knight's homeage and site. You may find it interesting if you are and enthusist of sci-fiction. His book is being successful I liked his site and the first chapter and history set up for his book.

[Countyline]

Sorry, I was expecting the link to be live. It can easily be found through the search of Free Republic, since you know how it is titled.

[Countyline]

Good going, bentfeather. I am happy to see this thread thriving. I have so missed "The Poetry Branch" being here.
Gotta run now. Be back later.

[snippy_about_it]

That's nice, you really do have talent.

[Darksheare]

Ya got hit by the link demons!
I've been hit myself, I'll be hunting for it.

[Darkchylde]

Thanks. My poetry seems to have a
bit more fantasy when I'm sick. I'm
whoosy right now, so I'm... rather gone.

[Soaring Feather]

CL I can't express how good it is to see you.
Oh, thank you so much for coming to the Dragon Flies Lair.

[Soaring Feather]

Dragon's rhymes, forgotten times
in the land of make believe.
Mystic mines, enchanted pines,
I might just never leave.
Siren's sighs, sweet little lies
but I just cannot bother.
Gossamer wings, a pixie sings
& I long for no other.
Playing a lyre by the Phoenix' fire,
nothing is as it seemed.
Dragon's rhymes, forgotten times...
youth cannot be redeemed

OH MY GOODNESS! Wonderful poem you have written!!

[Darksheare]

'King of Drek and Drivel' alert!
Chant with me: "King of Drek! King of Drek!"
And now for the King of Drek!

A discourse on time?

Our lives are not our own
on borrowed time we burn our flames
and play our games
like a restless wanderer under the moon
or a dog without a bone
our time here is only on loan
when we wake we see the day
we wake to a world not our own
journey starts and journey ends
never to begin again
never to be lived again
over in a brief blink of time
It takes all our lives as a seeming eternity
and is over all too quickly
a commodity easily squandered
priceless and impossible to hoard
well spent with friends and good company
thus so the nature of our time

[Darkchylde]

I changed a few lines in it & omitted others.
It originally started as "tea times, dragon's
rhymes", but when I got to the end, I wanted it
to reflect the forgotten times of childhood, so
I switched it around & changed "tea" to "forgotten".
I was going to put in a line about gnomes, but decided
against it (I was running out of room on the page &
didn't like the way it sounded in the poem). I like this
one the way it is, "forgotten times" in the beginning has
a sense of ancient times kids like to imagine, with knights
& such. But in the end "forgotten times" reflects the
imagination of a child lost to adulthood. I'm glad
you like it, it took me about half an hour to think
it through (head cold, you know).

I remember two books I used to read, thick books
for a little kid, white covers. I think they were
called "World's Greatest Fairytales". It's just my
humble opinion, but I believe they're great books
to get the imagination going...

[Soaring Feather]

Our lives are not our own
we borrowed them from the gnome
who did not have a happy home
so he loaned us his on borrowed time
and set forth to spell us into rhyme
in little fields of thyme and lime
and little dances in daisy fields
sublime, darting trolls covered in slime
in culverts and hidden wells, and swimming
through the Coral Bells,
Snaking, snakes, with tiny rakes
flinging soggy corn flakes,
and angel cakes....
Such a story teller he
people are sure to laugh at me