Creations Poetry XVI
Copyright Lyne's Creations October 2012, All Rights Reserved
You may NOT take copies of these poems for any reason.
Note: I often come back, re-read and even
edit my poems. They, like me,
are a work in progress. I may change a word here and there or I may add
a whole stanza! Some have art, and some will get illustrated later on.
Back in the nineteen twenties, life was not peaceful at all!
Those were days of tommy guns, wild women and alcohol,
When the government's experiment spawned illegal activities,
Allowing the evil ambitious to profit from people's proclivities!
The hub of this enterprise was the new city on the Atlantic,
Hotels and restaurants were built at a pace that was frantic,
On the surface amusements made the Boardwalk romantic,
While deep in the night smuggler's used every possible tactic.
Bobbed hair and short dresses were fashionable sights,
While sounds of "basement Jazz" filled the clubs at night,
Man waged a war behind the bright colorful neon lights,
Bootleggers clashed with government men in awful fights.
Those were days of impulsiveness and abandon,
When ruthless men fought to build up their fortune.
So no, night life wasn't peaceful and quiet back then,
Strange how humanity rebels every now and again.
My Melancholy Heart
I go along feeling sort of okay,
Until I allow music into my day,
Then feelings come rushing back,
Reminding me of everything I lack.
He drank me in with his eyes,
I would look away, feeling shy.
He loved me gently, tenderly,
I gave him every part of me.
I thought I finally understood,
Love could actually be good,
I thought we lit the world on fire,
With our passion and desire.
He was the one love of my life,
For a short time I was his wife,
Until he up and changed his mind,
His love, his heart I could not find.
How could our love have been so wrong?
How could a love like ours just be gone?
I completely believed in what we had,
Now part of my heart is eternally sad.
I've left my Second Life for I'm aware,
I just can not move freely anywhere,
I'm so afraid I'd encounter him there,
He's ruined my magic realm, it's not fair.
I gaze at that world from beyond the door,
That fanciful place that I used to long for,
Now frightens me, since anyone can be,
Him in a new form, come to spy on me.
This lovely world of constant wonder,
So full of music it now pulls me under,
Back down into a state of melancholy,
Why do I long for what seems such folly?
Yes, I should "take back" what is mine,
My feelings immobilize me, and I find,
I must withdraw into my art each day,
just to find a way to be sort of okay.
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