~The Dragon Flies Lair II~

bentfeather | poets

[snippy_about_it]

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]

Jimmy Buffet. "You got Finns to the left, Finns to the right. And you're the only bait in town."

ROTFLMAO!
ooooops!!!

[Conspiracy Guy]

My music background is broad.

[Soaring Feather]

Do you write lyrics??

[Conspiracy Guy]

I did when I was younger but I need a virgin tune to work with. I lost my tune writer to a car accident before we got anywhere with it. Lyrics are easier than poems or prose. You basically need two 3 line verses and a chorus for pop or country. I am a master of the quick hook and the twist of the tale. I still write them but don't publish cause someday the Lord is gonna find me a tune writer.

[Soaring Feather]

Lyrics are easier than poems or prose.

Really???Don't you need a tune in your head??? Some years back a tune writer want to work with me. I offered to help him, but never heard from him. :-( Sometimes I can write perfect rhyme, other times just Free Verse. Mostly Free Verse.

[Conspiracy Guy]

If you notice my little poems. They usually meter very strictly. Not always the same meter from poem to poem. Sometimes I change meter in a poem. In lyrics you can change the meter every two lines or stick with it. You can sub music licks for meter through lyrical pause. It is fun and you save a lot of words. It is easier with a tune but you can write lyrics first and a good tune writer can shovel music into it. I have worked both ways. Jim Morrison of the Doors was a poet first and a lyricist after.

[Darksheare]

I have tunes stuck in my head, and sometimes lyrics, but I have absolutely no musical talent at all.
Can't read sheet music to save my life, let alone write it.
And I'm tonedeaf as a post.

Sometimes poems will come to me to a tune in my head.
Or I'll hear a song while dreaming, a song that does not exist in the waking world.
I end up having to write furiously to get it down before it fades.

Kinda like these two fragments that came ot me last night, to Pink Floyd style music off of Momentary Lapse of Reason:

You shoved me, wingless
Out into the darkened sky
cruelly smiling
Knowing that I wouldn't fly

And again, this one to a tune similar to'Yet Another Movie'

here on the road
here onthe road to nowhere
without a hope
(what is hope?)
without a prayer
(borrowed prayer)
a kamikaze game
of truth or dare

Cripes dreams are so disturbing and surreal.

[Soaring Feather]

My Blue Dance

For my dance I decided upon
blue satin over antique white lace
I wanted to wear you
on my skin
breathe air filled with you
seduce you with smoky eyes
and slow music
want you until 
you became the music
and the fabric...

I wear you well

bentfeather ©
02/07/03

[Soaring Feather]

Jim Morrison of the Doors was a poet first and a lyricist after.

I think this is so true for many lyricists.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I was a lyricist first then a rhymy poemist. I want a tune writer. Maybe I should move to Nashville for a year and either make or break.

[snippy_about_it]

ooh feather, I like that one cuz I've got some blue satin of my own and dreams like that. :)

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Bees



The vibrant hum, the steady throb
Of bees upon the wing
Would cheer the keeper of the bees
And make his heart to sing
Their line of flight from hive to flowers
With tempo still increasing
As back and forth with burden sweet
Of nature's store increasing

First the golden yield of spring
Coming from the sweetest clover
In song and poem finds a place
And renown the whole world over
Later the field of action lies
Where grows the buckwheat brown
The delight of every village child
And sold in every town

I'll warrant if you read the scrolls
Of sages long since dead
The magic story of the bee
Runs like a golden thread
A living thread romantic
So that neither you nor I
Can tell God's purpose in the bees
Nor find the reason why

With all of man's inventions
It still remains unknown
To make by any technique
A perfect honey comb
They mystic spread of pollen
Which makes the fruits to grow
Is carried thither by the bees
While humans seek to know

From whence the creative force
That puzzles every head
With new life springing from the old
We find our daily bread
Yet man goes on his wilful way
With little thought for these
Nor even thinks how life depends
On the work of busy bees.

Ethel Littlemore

[Soaring Feather]

You shoved me, wingless
Out into the darkened sky
cruelly smiling
Knowing that I wouldn't fly

Why?
You knew you were my wings
I, in shadow, knew, you would
cause me to free float
Yet, I believed that you in
gossamer gloaming
would not let me go
You promised me...
Star filled eyes and grandeur
were the grease paint
of your charisma
and your chivalry
a cacophony of night music
bedazzled my longing eyes
filled aching arms with form
Now a ghost of mirage
haunting my free floating...
You knew...why???

bentfeather ©
10/16/2003

[snippy_about_it]

Nice poem today. Where did you dig up that music from? The only one I've ever heard from today's selection is 'See you in September'. LOL. Good morning SAM.

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful snippy!!! You look absolutely marvelous!

Keep dreaming snippy, never stop dreaming.

[Soaring Feather]

Bees
Ethel Littlemore

Sam,
Good morning!!
Absolutely delightful poem!
Thanks so much !!
How's Dad this A.M.?

[SAMWolf]

You never heard Green Door!! Ivory Tower was one of my Mom's favorite songs when I was a kid. She still has the 78 rpm record of it.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Morning Sam. Morning Ralph.

[snippy_about_it]

Thank you feather.

Keep dreaming snippy, never stop dreaming.

After all these years it's not possible to stop. I just won't!! LOL.