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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.


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Being a Grown UP                 

I have existed more than sixty years in this world,             
Yet most of the time I still feel like a little girl,                   
My life started out enormously hard, it was rough,              
Now with age and ill health, I feel that I've had enough.               

After all, I am a "child" trying to act grown-up,                       
These adult responsibilities seem like too much.                
Not having any guidance to develop those skills,                
I'm working over time to make my mountains just hills!          

Though my delicate heart desires to be free,                    
And I'm relying on the "Pollyanna" in me,                       
I'm slowly accepting my responsibilities,                       
While expressing myself through my art and poetry!              

Thus however late, I'm striving to make life better,            
Creating moments in each day to feel happier,                   
Making the very best of the time that I have left,                      
So at least I can feel I've grown a bit and progressed!         
~Lyne's Creations                                                                

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Loss of My Bliss

I was sad and depressed long before this,
But when I lost my one "true" lover's kiss,
I knew the void, the deep dark abyss,
Now, any closeness I'm apt to dismiss.

I hide from the memories of back then,
I never want to know such pain again,
Yet tears still come to my eyes when I realize,
It was the one time in my life when I felt alive.
~Lyne's Creations                                            

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Magic in Dreams        

(art coming later)       

   Laying my head gently down,             
On soft pillow wrapped around,          
I fall into my world of dreams,         
where it so very often seems,           

Life is really full of magic            
And always very fantastic.              
I remember when I chanced upon, 
A rare delicate phenomenon,             

Two fairies met, so shy and slow,               
They entwined and started to glow.              
         Then among blossoms I heard giggles,                    
As they burst into cascading sparkles.            

Mesmerized by their glittering light,           
I'll remember that beautiful sight,             
As I wait for my next time at night,            
When once again with dreams I reunite.       
~Lyne's Creations                                     

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California Chrome

(A beautiful chestnut race horse, who
nearly won the Triple Crown but for an injury)

So willing and bold,
Tried his best to hold,
The lead the whole long lengths down,
At Belmont trying to win the Triple Crown,

But boxed in by greedy jockeys,
All fighting for the great trophies,
Yet finally getting out around them,
But by this time too tired to contend,

Our gallant California Chrome,
Trying to do what he was told,
Had spent every ounce of his strength,
To go that longer distance in length,

Against well rested horses allowed there,
In this third race, it was just utterly unfair,
Allowing fresh horses racing with true athletes,
Who have run ALL THREE Triple Crown heats.

But he's still our beautiful California Chrome,
Of his fans he will be forever known,
Of his great beauty and big heart,
He personified hope and of my art, 
......he will always be a part.
~Lyne's Creations

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The Little Successes           

It's the small successes repeated time after time,           
That result in fundamentally changing my mind,          
      Thus in several small ways I am starting to win,                
While making changes to the very soul I am in.          
 

Accepting I am worthy of the effort and time,              
Giving myself praise without judgment of any kind,      
    Like the love of a parent, yet even more divine.                
These things can generate a healthy frame of mind,      

So as praising myself gives me a sense of self worth,   
I attract positives into my life on this earth,         
Spiraling ever upwards, I can soar, feeling good,       
        Truthfully it's the way to feel happy like I should!            
~Lyne's Creations                                       

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Waiting To Fly      

Being grounded inside this body, missing my soul that is heavenly,      
I feel cut off, unable to fly free, restricted, limited to "me",                
Required to focus on all my frailties, my aches and my aging,           
I look forward to all the wonderful things that I will be gaining,              
When I finally pass out from this particular physicality,                       
And return to being whole, dwelling within the fullness of my soul.     
~Lyne's Creations

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The Passage of Time               

When I was young, I used to be pretty,                  
Who knew time would pass so very quickly?               
I look in the mirror, feel it's not really me,          
This thin old woman, who's sagging and wrinkly.         

So word of warning to those who are still young,        
It'll seem to be over before it's begun.                        
Make the best of years that your strong and healthy,    
Because time can be increasingly stealthy.              

Don't get me wrong, I'm making the best of it,          
But aging's no picnic, and this part is shit!           
~Lyne's Creations                                                        

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The Magical Kirin
(art here)

There is magic in this world, but it takes a child's eyes to see,
So if you're very cautious, you may see a Kirin, wild and free,
If your quieter still, you just might glimpse a Kirin baby!
And this way your reality can intersect with fantasy!
~Lyne's Creations

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The Creation of A Lesbian?         

Was his first wife right when she left him behind?      
      Did she realize he wasn't the settling down kind?               
I should've seen the numerous signs way back then,      
When he spoke of those he left again and again.       

        A lover of adventure, ever lusting after change,                
Enjoying relationships of a significant wide range,     
He knew I was fragile, in need of dependabilities,      
I hate that he was dumb about his own propensities.     

These male habits are permanently burned into my mind,  
Unhappy lessons learned and reinforced so many times!   
         Yes I'm still feeling angry, underneath that I'm still sad,             
         For the loss of the only joyful love I've ever had.             

Thus, for me trust is just a thing of the past,                 
Relationships, I think, simply do not last,                     
I now only look for the smallest bit's of joy,                  
      Except not from boys, because it's they who destroy!            
~Lyne's Creations                                               

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Just read it as it is written!!  I LIKE breaking the "rules" of poetry!! 
You may not like it... that's ok. :)

Unexpected, Unconventional Me

I had another hyper-real vivid dream,
I parked my car, walked barefoot ....
across the road and down to the stream.

I was aware I'd left my shoes by the car, as I could feel,
The asphalt of street, the pebbly ground, as I walking down,
It all seemed so real, there may have even been sounds.

Below the trees, shedding dry leaves, ran a small clear stream,
Where I saw very odd fish among the normal things,
Some of those fish floated above the water,
And oddly were just not quite the right color.

The sun was warm, the air was clear,
Yet I had this vague sense of fear.
There was a stranger hunting someone, or so it seemed,
It wasn't me, nor my friend, being sought by this strange being.

Then from that world I was wrenched apart,
As I woke back up to reality with a start.
Wondering at first which one was real,
Because that is they way all my dreams feel.

What did it all mean, this dream?
That my life is an uncertain thing,
That I feel just a little threatened,
Yet it was pretty there, I should mention....
This  poem is ragged and unconventional,
I can't help that, like my dreams, it's unintentional,

But it is to me, very interesting, this thing I do,
Creating worlds to work things out, then sharing it all with you!
~Lyne's Creations                                                 

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