This is a poem I put in my 2017 Christmas card:
I go out at night, when the stars are shining bright,
And the street is all lit with cheery Christmas lights,
It positively lifts my spirit up, this fanciful sight,
Things begin to feel alright, my imagination takes flight!
I'm grateful to my neighbors who take time to decorate,
Which in turn awakens my muse so I can then create,
This little bit of holiday fantasy, that I can bring to you,
Wishing you Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year too!
This is a poem I had put up on page 37, but for me,
it bears repeating!
You're Amazing, Lyne!
With your creative work, your dedication,
Even when you're in pain, despite medication,
How you persevere on your limited diet,
Anyone else would be yelling, but you're so quiet!
Creating lovely art and beautiful poetry,
Sharing all your emotions, your complete story,
While not complaining of your myriad ailments,
Unaware of the fact that you're so courageous!
I think what you need are clear loving declarations,
To encourage you, despite all of your frustrations!
You forget that you have great strength and wisdom,
And did not deserve all those childhood criticisms!
Keep being the sweet gentle person you are,
Remembering you touch many hearts near and far,
That you truly are appreciated for just being you,
You are doing the best you can, in all that you do!
and then in re-reading that one, I wrote this one,
A Day of Rest and Replenishment
This Sunday morning I decided to just go back to sleep,
Instead of starting my day's chores, I allowed myself this treat,
Now I'm going more slowly, enjoying the creation of my art,
Of which poetry, working in 3D and painting are all a part.
How nice to take more pleasure in my day than in pain,
Because in reality these are the things from which I gain,
An appropriate sense of self worth, which then causes an increase,
In a more hopeful outlook on life, giving me a feeling of peace.
Working Through Life's Challenges
We fit together in a seemingly magical way,
Then things suddenly didn't work; he wouldn't stay,
I truly felt this love was mystical enough to carry the day,
So it was shocking to realize that he had feet made of clay.
I carry a deep disappointment and sadness still,
I never expected life to serve up such a bitter pill.
I avoid heart broken songs, music is now my bane,
It's the only way I can carry on, keep my heart sane.
I feel so lonely but I try not to complain and moan,
As I sit by myself in my tiny broken down home.
Then I do my best to "buck up" and still continue on,
Hoping for a "someday" that I'll be singing a new song.
Admittedly I'm looking forward to a long rest, in a heaven filled with
Allowing my soul's sweet love to overcome seventy years of melancholy,
Cradled safely within myself, soaking up a healing love that is like no
Remembering all of my successes and growth in spite of this broken body,
Thus maybe in my next life, I'll start fresh, with love that is clean,
Dwelling with parents that really care and are not at all mean,
I long for a Father that'll teach me trust, enable me to find a good man,
So I'll continue to heal, to grow and mature as much as I can.
There is much to look forward to, building on the lessons from here,
I look toward being a better 'me', in which even more will become clear.
Help me look to you, my dear Higher Self, with fortitude to stay the
For You are my Strength, my Guide, my Protector, my most Perfect Source!
I not only dreamt this, but RETURNED to it after waking, drinking a glass
water and going back to sleep! No, I never went beyond the waiting room,
but the feeling there was such an excited anticipation! :)
In my dreams I am once again very healthy and young,
where I can have fantastical adventures, as life's just begun!
Last night, excited, I went into a small waiting room to prepare,
To go to a non-magical world, hiding my abilities with great care.
Other times, I revel at the ocean's edge with my powerful horse,
Where the water is so colorful, the sky a rich clear blue of course.
Then I find a tiny struggling sea horse gasping, dying in the air,
So I carefully pick up this equine of the sea, so fragile and rare.
I return him to his watery home, releasing him into his paradise,
So enthralled, though only a dream, this experience enriched my life!
Yes, sometimes my dreams are frightful nightmares or just plain bad,
But then there are those special imaginative fantasy dreams to be had.
I am fortunate my sleep is often filled with these Dream Adventures,
That interrupt my harsh reality with these special precious pleasures!
And then there are the bad dreams that border on realities,
Like the nightmare I just woke from, frightened of my frailties,
This time I really was curled up on my little couch sleeping,
Keeping cold from my toes with a space heater warmly heating,
I became aware my floor was a sandy shore with waves washing,
And with each wave, huge sharks were pushing toward me, threatening,
Closer and closer they came, but I just could not wake myself to safety,
Finally, gasping, I pried my eyes open and looked just beyond my heater,
There was my floor with area rugs, not a sandy shore with giant man
I tried hard to shake it off by recognizing the ever growing fears I have
As I struggle through my old age, coming ever closer to seventy, then
of health problems, it's been a long while since I wrote
any poetry...but I've finally gotten back to writing a few...
A Vampire Dawn
Halloween is my favorite time of year,
Purrs the vampiress pictured here,
Her eyes beckon you to come to her,
Taking away any sense of fear,
Despite the presence of the bats,
As well as a rat and her fierce black cat,
Promising dangerous love until dawn,
When with a soft whisper, she will be gone.
I can't reach the peephole in my door, I thought with a frown,
How on earth did my tall height suddenly shrink so far down,
I'm sagging, leaning sideways and feeling not quite intact,
Though, thankfully, my mind itself, is still sharp as a tack!
I hate that my conversations are made up of complaints,
Because of all my damn health problem's constraints.
Still, I "stretch" what I can do by figuring new ways out,
To help me live some sort of life, despite some doubt,
So I admit I harbor sweet dreams of when I'll be free,
Released from this isolation, to exist in a higher reality.
Yet the saving graces are my friends, TV shows on DVD,
And creating the 3 dimensional art that so pleases me.
One of these days, I will pass beyond this plane,
Then I will be reborn and do it all once again.
But I do pray I have a healthier, happier life,
Surrounded by loving family who keep out the strife!
I admit, I am plagued by depression...the state that
young and old suffer from in life....
Very Slowly, Over Time
Very slowly, over time,
My body no longer feels like mine.
Aging is just no piece of cake,
It hurts more with every new ache.
So I look for ways to help me flee,
Like loosing myself in worlds on TV,
Or getting lost in art, so time ceases to be,
Yes, I'm grateful for this age of technology,
That provides escape, allowing me to be free,
But still, sadly, slowly, over time,
This body no longer feels like mine,
And the quality of my life; it is in decline.
Today as I'm constantly playing Solitaire,
While using my nebulizer, trying to get air,
Fighting constant congestion with lungs so tight,
Is such a hassle and causing an ongoing fright.
So while I persevere in caring for me,
And take great steps to stay doctor free,
I labor to make the odd foods I need to eat,
Because eating toothless now, is quite a feat....
I just KNOW, there'll eventually come a time,
When my actual existence will seem truly sublime,
Because my aging keeps advancing, creeping along,
Soon these current "difficult" times will be long gone,
So THINK now my dear friend, of this time filled with strife,
I guarantee you'll long to return to these earlier "hardships" in life!
So calm yourself, these current troubles ARE actually easier,
Than future more turbulent times, when feeling much creakier!
STILL... you don't have to panic, you've done nothing wrong,
Everything in your life is actually right where it belongs.
I know you battle shame and awful feelings of guilt,
Your Mother stuffed those into you, right up to the hilt.
But that is her problem, coming from HER damaged self,
So if you can, try and toss her crap right off your own shelf!
You are a good soul, you are doing the very best you can,
And your Higher Self, your very soul holds you in safe hands.