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Copyright Lyne's Creations Jan., 2017-2018,  All Rights Reserved
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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.

FYI: The best three FREE websites to help with writing poetry are:
  RhymeBrain  Thesaurus and How Many Syllables
 I use these sites constantly, and the Thesaurus site is the MOST comprehensive one I have every seen!!
 

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This is a poem I put in my 2017 Christmas card:

Christmas Lights

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!
~Lyne's Creations  
                
                   
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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!     
~Lyne's Creations                                                  

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and then in re-reading that one, I wrote this one, today:

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. 
~Lyne's Creations     
                                                      
 

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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 color,
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 other,
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 course,
For You are my Strength, my Guide, my Protector, my most Perfect Source!
 ~Lyne's Creations 
                                      

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I not only dreamt this, but RETURNED to it after waking, drinking a glass of
water and going back to sleep! No, I never went beyond the waiting room,
but the feeling there was such an excited anticipation! :)

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Dream Adventures

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!
~Lyne's Creations                                                                             

Epilog:

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 eaters!
I tried hard to shake it off by recognizing the ever growing fears I have daily,
As I struggle through my old age, coming ever closer to seventy, then eighty.
~Lyne's Creations                                                                                      

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