~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]

Where is the outrage you asked.
I'll answer you from my point of view,
it's worn on the faces of survivors
of that dreadful day.
Written on the minds of all who
witnessed the horror of planes
aimed at buildings filled with unsuspecting
humans, who in horror realized that
they would never see the light of day again.

In the dust, in crevices and places of the heart,
acid etched in memory
of terror, panic, and the awe of heinous acts
we had not seen in our lives so serene...
as a people of freedom land
the demons danced upon our land
and crying, moaning filled the hours
as visions flashed of falling towers
and people falling through the air
oh my God, what has happened here??!!

The outrage lives in some of us
we will not forget the death and gore
let loose upon our land,
let the young remember when our
land was safe from terror's hand
and hell's unholy band
of bandits and horrible greed, unleashed
and in our face, are we so dumb
to not remember that dark day??

bentfeather
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MHL

[SAMWolf]

That's good feather!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The Cabin



Within the cabin lanterns glow
To keep the darkness in its place
And there in front of fire he lies
Soft amber warmth upon his face

He built this cabin by a stream
To live alone, away from man
He traps and gardens for his food
And from the stream there's gold to pan

As shadows dance upon the walls
And snow falls quietly in the night
His aching heart can find no rest
Another poem of her, he'll write

One day while walking hand in hand
A car did strike and kill his wife
His precious love forever lost
It stole the joy from his life

That hearts can bear such agony
A miracle to him it seems
Each day and night alone in pain
To only visit her in dreams

They'd always planned to settle here
And build a cabin such as this
Together to live out their lives
But of that hope they were to miss

He rises and wipes fog from panes
Through window views her lonely grave
And whispers words of love to her
Tells how he's trying to be brave

When morning comes he'll take the poem
Like all the rest that he did write
With ribbons tie it to her cross
Then speak to her 'til it is night

Author Unknown

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks much Sam, I wrote it for this thread.

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/991990/posts

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks so much for Breakfast and tunes, Sam.

You are so very dependable and consistant. I appreciate your friendship so very much. :-)

[Conspiracy Guy]

I am the weirdest of the weird, "A Practical Dreamer". My social style is expressive/analytical.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Amen.

[snippy_about_it]

Very good feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks Snippy.

[snippy_about_it]

Another man alone in his cabin. What's with all this depressing poetry around here? :(

[snippy_about_it]

Thank you for supplying us with music for feather's thread.

[Soaring Feather]

I am not analytical at all, a total space cadet! I have flown all my life. Dream, dream, dream, and romantic impressionist poetry. That's my style, of course a lot of mystery.:-) Keeps everyone on their toes, including, me.

[snippy_about_it]

On the spur of the moment I received inspiration for some un-romantic, in fact, angry poetry today.


Illegal immigrants
marched through my space today

carrying a banner touting immigrant rights
Liars

if the truth be known they are illegals
and have no rights here in my country

I know legal immigrants
how dare you equate yourselves to them

legal immigrants fought there way here honorably
you slither in to steal from me

you and the socialists that support you lie
as you try to blur the distinction between legal and illegal

We are not fooled
and we will fight you

dead or alive
go back home

come here legally with the intent to speak english and
contribute to American values and you will be welcomed
otherwise don’t bother coming back at all


sai 9.03

[Soaring Feather]

Whoo Hoo Honey Comb, love that song!

[Soaring Feather]

Snippy that's what poetry is about. Good piece you have written today! Venting in this manner is one of the healthiest ways there is to let off steam.

Thanks so much for posing your work.

You have come a long way in a short time in your writing techniques with poetry.

[snippy_about_it]

techniques

ruh-roh. I'm just rambling. I didn't know I was using techniques, except for the haiku stuff. LOL. Thank you for the encouragement.

[Conspiracy Guy]

My toes get tired so I stand on flat feet with knees slightly bent.

[Darksheare]

Thanks.

[Darksheare]

DEAD THREAD!!!
RUN FER YER LIVES!!
FURNITURE STAMPEDE!!!
*gets run down by an ottoman*