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a whole stanza!  Some have art, and some will get illustrated later on.

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Luna's Radiance                  
(art here)                          

Early on a warm moonlit night,                    
I beheld a soft delicate sight.                    
Three Luna moths gracing the air,                  
Whispering to a Pixie fair,                    

As she was considering what spring needs,                
Like fruits that cherry blossoms precede,               
I thought of all this beautiful sight contained,                   
Noticing this pretty pixie had obtained,                        

Pretty jewelry to wear while at her task,                       
To add more sparkle to this world so vast.              
I stayed quiet, watching this beautiful sight,          
While Mother Nature's daughter bestowed her light!      
~Lyne's Creations                                                


It's Okay           

It is truly okay that your life just seems too hard,
No one had ever reassured you in this regard.
You honestly are doing the very best you can,
With all your health problems that are in hand.

You have faced so much, caring for yourself all alone,
It's perfectly natural that you'd miss your soul's home.
The amazing thing is that you have come so far,
And regained the sense of who you actually are.

When you return to the pure energy of your own soul,
You will be celebrating achieving your heart's goal!
~Lyne's Creations                                               


The Blue Lady
(art here)

The Blue Lady just wanders, feeling forlorn,            
Longing for home from the moment she was born.

  Walking the corridors of her quiet mind,        
She has felt sad for most of her life time,     
        Being so criticized and often chastised,                
          Her feelings retreated deep down inside.                

Emotions only surfacing within her dreams,              
 Because in waking life love still eludes her, it seems.         
So the Blue Lady just wanders, feeling forlorn,         
Still longing for home from the moment she was born.    
~Lyne's Creations                                           


My Higher Self  Will        

My Higher Self will protect me, I have to have faith,           
I'll be taken care of in life, and in this, my place.                   
My Higher Self knows all of my needs even before I do,          
Caring for me in wonderful unexpected ways, too!                

I get scared living isolated from love as I am,                 
Because I have been taught that all help comes from a man,      
But every single man I have loved in all my years,              
Has brought me nothing but cruel heartache and tears.           

Men can be friends and occasionally they help out,              
Still, my Higher Self and I are what life's all about.          
So when times are too scary, and fears start to increase,       
I have to remind myself of MY TRUTH and find peace!             
~Lyne's Creations                                                       


Over Sixty Years

It took me sixty years to be strong, believe in my worth,
Because I was traumatized since the time of my birth.
Yet now with health so fragile I am once again trapped,
Each day's work and struggles leaves my energy sapped.

I had always been fearful since the day I was born,
Waiting to die every minute of the day has been my norm,
Then one day, not so very long ago I fell in love for the first time,
Suddenly I felt alive, I wanted to live, how could this joy be mine?

I wondered what I had done in my long life that was so very right,
To have be granted such a love, that the world looked so bright,
But then that love was torn away, and darkness closed around,
Plunging my heart into deep darkness where there was no sound.

I hate the strange things I do daily to take care of my health, 
These are things that can't be accomplished by anybody else.
Now there's an edge of desperation as age takes it's toll,      
With fewer things about it, in which I have any control.

It is often said: Life Sucks and then You Die,
Well at least I've learned the what and the why,
The reason for living each life are the lessons we learn,
As well as those inner truths we finally come to discern.

So I will go on, trying to learn even more about who I am,
While I am still here, I am beginning to build a new plan,
Where I can start over with better parents in a new youth,
Hoping for a brighter existence, filled with love and truth!
~Lyne's Creations


This year's winter weather poem!

(Poem written earlier this year, before the
last storm of winter that hit recently, 2 days of
rain, but one morning of LOUD thunder that
scared the piss out of me and my cat!)

Although it was furiously raining and pouring,          
That old man had had surgery, so wasn't snoring,        
And it simply no longer rains like dogs and cats,       
All of those types of rain are just very old hat.               

But what it DID do, I will endeavor to tell you....

Lightening flashed, the rain thundered down in sheets,  
Quickly turning dry grounds into flooded streets!       
This went on for four days, and in so many ways,        
It was one of nature's most impressive displays!        
~Lyne's Creations                                        


Hope and Trust Lost

It is really hard to cope,
Living life without any hope.
And I've lost my ability to trust.
When my heart was so crushed.

Now I just live day by day,
Just getting by in any way,
I can only just do my best,
Keeping my feelings suppressed.

I can not play music anymore,
Because hearing it opens a door,
To a flood of feelings that I can't abide,
So I do without, withdraw and hide.

This is no way to live my life, I know,
But loosing that love was too harsh a blow.
~Lyne's Creations                  


Longing for the Old Days

Oh how I wish for old less worrisome days,
Before my health issues got worse with age,
Now everything is getting more difficult it seems,
Like when my face screws up in silent IBS screams.

I'd rather be worrying about painting my old home,
Than a broken tooth inside of my own aging dome,
So many new pains are compounded upon the old,
Sometimes I want to give up, just go home to my soul!

Yes, aging is NO picnic, it really is pure hell,
So enjoy your youth when your still doing well!
Because as much as we wish, time stops for none,
And before you are ready, this life will be done.
~Lyne's Creations                                   


The Little Old Woman    

There's a little old woman curled up on the couch,
Every time she moves, she often yells out: Ouch!
She has tired old aching muscles that often fail,
She said her life can make her feel she's stuck in jail.

Often grumbling and mumbling of a life with no man,
Still she soldiers on, accomplishing what she can.
Living through other folk's worlds in Poser and on TV,
She gains some relief from her wretched reality.

But hating when some romance she spies therein,
Because it harkens back to love way back when,
I can see how negative her world may look to you,
Still I have sympathy for all she has gone through.

I noted she gave up all music, for it wakes up her heart,
Reminding her of the time her life was ripped apart.
Yet while her life is a battle, she still seeks to grow wise,
So that in her next life, she'll have love instead of lies.
~Lyne's Creations                                     


FM _or any syndrome - Hell

Waves of awful anxiety flood over me,
Then the fiery hot flash, prickly, painfully,
I have to remember that this state of being,
Only last for 5 minutes, with relief in-between.

This Fiery hell Fibro folks are forced to live in,
Leaves us wondering why, what was our sin?
This nerve dysfunction, residing beneath our skin,
That hits most women, and yes even a few men.

This is often "normal" for Fibromyalgia sufferers,
This plague's symptoms, these hated passengers.
Knifing pains constantly, from within and without,
Making us wish we could flee our body, just get out.

Sometimes I emotionally flee, other times give up,
As I stare at rough waters, wishing for a bridge to jump,
But somehow I keep on, keeping on every day,
Trying to create an accomplishment in some way.

Striving to make my remaining time mean something,
But hating "the Fall of my life", wishing for youth's healthy Spring!
~Lyne's Creations                                                 
(enjoy your youth, folks, it passes way too fast!!!!!!!)




a scrap of a poem that never went anywhere...

Clever Appliances

Dryers often hide just one of each pair of our socks,   
Well, Washers are clever too, tying new kinds of  knots!        


Other scraps that I didn't finish...


I am Sad            

There is a part of me that's really very sad,           
Mourning for all the things in life I never had.                
Those feelings often come up within my dreams,  
Showing me so clearly all these unhappy things.         

I do always say I am okay, that I am just fine,                 
But nothing is further from the truth in this world of mine.    
~Lyne's Creations                                              


Trying to Love Myself

I'm still learning to love myself at age 68,            
To be gentle with myself, it is never too late.         
It is difficult coming from a childhood filled with hate,       
Still I am trying to do my best for my sweet soul's sake.       

Most of my years have been laced with sadness,
As I made my way alone through this life's madness.
~Lyne's Creations                                             



This little old lady prefers cold winter time,
Chilly air helps to cool these hot flashes of mine!
Though sounds of rain does cause me to run pee,
These are but two of the really odd things about me!

That reminds me of how I prefer teeny tiny rolls of tee-P,
Because of my home's limited space for hardware, you see!
And then there is one other fact I must admit, I'm a bit OCD,
I line things up, all tidy, can't help it, I do this habitually!

Hmmm I wonder if this is why I write so much poetry?
Writing down all my thoughts, organizing my feelings,
Well I'm not sure, but at times it helps me see things.
At the very least, my poetry is a record of my history.
~Lyne's Creations                                       


(I loved the phrase: emotionally homeless...)

Emotionally Homeless

I have found myself emotionally homeless,
Coming from parents filled with unkindness,
Harsh and critical, petty as well as loveless,
My childhood days were a pretty freaking mess!
~Lyne's Creations                                     



I never listen to all the music I used to enjoy anymore,
Fearing those feelings that'd come slamming through that door,
I am not happy about how I am curbing my joy in this way,
But it seems to be the only way to get through each day.
~Lyne's Creations                                    


That I Touch Anther's Heart...

I'm caught by surprise,
When I recognize,
I've connected through my art,
With somebody else's warm heart.

I am just so humbled when I see,
These reactions to my creativity,
When all I am doing, in my reality,
Is expressing my feelings freely.

I guess that's the connection,


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