REAL MAN

We're the throw away
wives

The use em and lose em
brides

Like old cars
you trade us in
for new models

After putting
one hell of a lot of miles
on us
---
One man's trash
is another's treasure

So here I sit
on the Goodwill's shelf
like the Velveteen Rabbit

Waiting for
a Real Man.

By Lynn Hahn

BAD BOYS

Story of my life lol. Love them bad boys. Guess that's why I write poems because they are heart breakers...right

How about them bad boys

why are they so hot

Sweet and kind they are not

Tough and burly

makes the girlies

Go nuts
---

So addictive

like milk chocolate

I try to stay away 

but the words

“I’ve got skills”

Make my knees weak

I become meek

And obey

their every command

Soon I can not stand

being so spineless
---

This issue is timeless

Look back and you’ll see

Bad boys 

have always been here 
---

I seem to know when they are near

I run to them like bees 

go to honey

Maybe someday 

I’ll figure that out

And learn to shout

BYE BYE

Bad boys

bye bye.

By Lynn Hahn

PILLOW

I needed a pillow under my head

to support me

Not to cover my face

smothering me

Can’t you see

that’s what you did to me?
---

I did not run to be mean

or control you

I ran because I could not breath…
---

But I needed a pillow

so I kept coming back

Hoping you would learn

to be by my side

Equal beings

neither better nor worse

Existing to support each other

Like the pillow under my head.

By Lynn Hahn

FORGIVENESS

Not much to say about this subject. The poem says it all. Enjoy

Forgiveness is my best friend

She gives such relief 

Finding my best friend 

can be such a challenge

She often hides in corners of my mind

plays hide and seek with my heart

I continue to search 

determined to find her
---

It’s so hard to let go

and let her do her magic

It’s easier to sit in the dark closet

holding onto anger

Anger is black and painful

it takes from my soul

It lies and cheats

and clings to my thoughts

It entices me 

and pretends to be my salvation

It can feel so good 

And so earned
---

Pushing anger away

and running for forgiveness

Takes strength 

it can escape the weak 

---

Fortunately forgiveness is sweet

I always seem to find her 

She wipes away my tears

and hugs my bones

She kisses me where it hurts

she gives such relief

Forgiveness she is my best friend

my very very best friend.

By Lynn Hahn

HO HO HO

Merry Christmas my friends. Santa inspired this poem just for you!

Tis Christmas

thru the land 

of forgiveness

and love

We should travel

Grudges should stay

with the Grinch

---

If not forever

at least for today
---

Hold your friends

and family

near

Know that they

are every so

dear

Let go of anger

and resentment

Enter the world

of contentment
---

If not forever

at least for today
---

Merry Christmas all!

by Lynn Hahn

MICHI

This is a true story. Won't say too much or I could ruin your experience but know this did happen lol

Wearing rubber boots

I open the door

what kind of horror 

will I face?

Never been to this place

but heard of the legend

of Michi

A black feline

sublime

Who protects 

her dwelling

with fangs and claws

Got to follow her laws

or swiftly be corrected

—-

She claimed this home

after living a life of abandonment

A feral

who was tired of the perils

freedom includes
---

Here to bring her food

She doesn’t care 

so I must beware

of her fangs and claws

I enter slowly

looking left and right

In the pit of my stomach

sits great fright

Can’t see her

—-

I carefully lean down

and fill her bowl

Ready to roll 

to my side in a ball

if need be

Protect my face

just incase

she comes to reprimand me
---

I detect a black flash

from the corner of my eye

See her spy

from under the davenport

ready to fly 

and strike me

My heart stops

I calmly rise

push her bowl forward

Ease my way 

to the entry

hoping to leave 

without argument
---

I was fortunate

she went straight 

her meal

A good deal 

for me

—-

So I beat feet

out the exit

High from the 

acceleration 

of my visit

Take off my rubber boots

get in my car

inhale a big breath
---

I did well for today

but know I am not thru

I will be back at her habitat

until her owners get back 

from their holiday

—-

Gotta say

Don’t know if I asked for enough pay

To take care of Michi 
the black cat

who likes to attack

her care givers.

By Lynn Hahn

SPOILED BRATS

Who’s driving this car!

Going down the emotional road

no one at the wheel

Not a good deal

Looking back wishing I could 

grab control

Take us where we want to go
---

Instead two children 

fighting in the back seat

When will we get there! 

we scream

No grown up around

Minds confused

tempers real

Tires squeal
---

Going too fast

want to open the door 

and jump out

But my heart is there

wish I didn’t care

tension in my body 

and in the air
---

No seat belts to defend us

nothing to grip on to
---

The pavement never ending

confused hurt feelings sending

me to a place I do not want to go

Help me!

I scream

no one to hear me…

---

I want to let go

but no 

I hang on 

like a water skier who’s lost her board 

lids flapping in the lake

Release your hold!

they all yell

Easier said than done…
---

Is it a dead end street

no hope for us to complete

Will we take this to our graves

Broken hearted and alone

Will we ever graduate 

from kindergarten 

Or be spoiled little brats

forever.

By Lynn Hahn

TONGUE TWISTER

Ok I got a bit silly with this one. A woman said that words do not matter in poems. HELP! I wanted to blow up. Poems are nothing  but a wonderful collection of special words telling an amazing story. So here is a twist on "The cat walked down the street".

The slinky slithery siamese cat slipped and slid strutting down the slippery street….

silly but sweet

so simple it seems 

but say it seven times 

try it sixteen

soon your tongue will sit 

super high on the ceiling

of your mouth

You will scream

Stop stop stop

you silly miss

my jaws 

need a pause.

By Lynn Hahn

TEARS

This poem is from my book "Pretty Tears" the book contains 13 poems (13 being and unlucky number) that tell a love story sort of sad but it does have a good message

How many tears can one girl cry ?

It depends on the lie…

The world often is not what is seems

Broken hearts

Broken dreams

How many tears can one girl cry?

What seems real is often make believe

a part of the truth but not complete

My heart is often not considered

I am real and my heart beats

Beauty is skin deep

The heart is deeper

How many tears can one girl cry?

I am not a basket or a vase

I am not for purchase or for sale

My tears are salty like all others...

Only part of the truth was told

Only one picture was given

Not all

How many tears can one girl cry?

The ice cream man and blue eyes were the lies

They broke my heart 

For them I cry

I need to be free

For some day the truth may come to my door

It may hold me in it’s arms 

and wipe away my tears

How many tears can one girl cry?

She can cry

                      a river.

By Lynn Hahn

CHRISTMAS TREE

Just put this together. A very creative man inspired me to do this poem. Here's to you Fritz

Booties on the tree
for him or for me...

My mind is in a miasma
sight blinded

In a dream like state
trying to peek thru
what did I do
lose them along the way

Thoughts and visions begin
to dance in my mind

Pictures of him and me
I try to find

Instead nightmares
run thru my head

Lies choke me like a python getting ready to eat it’s prey
like axes chopping up bodies on their way
to bring pain to the innocent

Want to shed my skin
so I can begin
the journey back
to the booties on the tree

Is it too late
have I been dilatory

How can I get my mind sound
feet on the ground
---
I hear a faint noise
like dirt being shoveled on a coffin
it becomes louder and louder

I hear foot steps
people talking
crying begins to echo in my ears

Where am I
it’s dark and cold
I am alone

Then I hear him ... a little boy
he speaks to me

You are not alone
I’m here with you

I am the one that put the booties on the tree
they are for you and me

I forgive you and love you
soon you will be free

No more confusion or pain or rain
just a hand to hold

I’ll take you to the place that is never cold
said the little boy who put the booties on the tree.

By Lynn Hahn

GRUMP LAND

Just finished this has a bit of work yet but cute don't you think

Who could have known that’s who he was

a man of Grump Land

His past added up to insecurity 

that came out of his mouth 

in the form of lampooning

Aspersion dribbled from his orifice

leaving a need for estuaries 

in his Grump Land for humans 

to gain protection from his salty words
---

Yet there was a sweet spot amongst the 

weeds and storms

A place he hid from most

but I saw it

He let me experience it

and it was brighter than 

any star the Milky Way had to offer

The sweetness I felt there was like an endless

stream of syrup flowing into a lake of pancakes
---

There was a gravitational attraction

from the very commencement 

of our encounter

He did not take me to Grump Land

until I had been well introduced to his Milky Way

---

When we got to Grump Land I was confused

and heart broken

he had not spoken of this place

I tried to escape but the memory of his Milky Way

made me want to stay

but I ran

What followed was a maze of confusion 

as I ran thru tunnels connecting the two worlds Grump Land and his Milky Way 

trying to find which one was real

My hope was that his Milky Way was de facto 

and Grump Land was hallucinatory

maybe something I ingested during my sojourn at his Milky Way  

perhaps a bit too much syrup on my pancake caused the illusion
---

I ran into a few Homo sapiens that inhabited in the tunnels on my path thru 

I inquired for directions

there was a man at a beach that said I would find many others on my passage 

that was all he could offer

At least I knew there was a way out because others had found it 

but I could find no foot prints

perhaps they are endlessly traveling digitigrade in fear of leaving prints that could be found 

tip toeing with calves cramping from the long distance needed to escape
---

While in the tunnels I would see a glimpse of his Milky Way 

it gave me hope 

so I would try to ascertain which direction would bring me to it

when I saw Grump Land peering thru I would sprint away as swift as my feet would take me

It seemed like I was in the tunnels for months

my stomach began to ache from famishment

but I had no sustenance to provide it relief

I had not come prepared for this journey
---

I did not see him while on my route

he would speak to me from waves in the air

His words were so kind and alluring

they allowed me to rest for short stints 

the slumber offered wonderful dreams but also nightmares
---

Who created this man from Grump Land

what made him tick I wondered

I came across a good witch within the tunnels

she was tending to her treasures of which she seemed to have many

She shared that the man in Grump Land had been born there

and was trying to escape himself but had not been able to do so yet

He lived with a family who were blind

they could see no beauty  just judgement

---

I spent some time with the good witch

she fed me and gave me a place to doze

I was incircle by beautiful flowers one being a rose

the smell was so wondrous 
---

I wish I could say I have found my way out of the tunnels

that would not be accurate

I have found many who dwell there

they have taken me in

shared their tales

fed me and clothed me

It’s an interesting place to be between two worlds
---

I have not heard the Man from Grump Land speak for quite a while

If we meet on the way out of the tunnels I hope to be able to greet him with a smile

then perhaps walk out of Grump Land 

hand in hand

Make a new land filled with happiness and joy 

find our way to his Milky Way 

What a great ending that would be 

wouldn’t you agree.

by Lynn Hahn

ADHD

I'm ADHD. It's tough some times. This will be fun to do on an open mic. It gets pretty crazy. This is how I  explain the feeling of being ADHD...it's like going to the scariest movie you've ever seen and your body is humming with energy. Got the picture. Now consider staying that way all the time. No off button. Welcome to my world. Add on twenty people talking to you saying very important things and you don't know which one to focus on YIKES!

I woke up this morning a bit confused 

ready go to the kitchen and swallow my pills

They help my mind get straight

If I don’t take them by 8 

it’s too late
---

I look at the clock Oh No I over slept
---

My thoughts start to gather and circle the room

I try to grab one but it escapes

Words play bumper cars in my head

soon it feels like lead

my marbles start to fall all over the floor

I try to walk but the marbles roll like tin cans

under my feet
---

Can’t get to the kitchen

my journey is incomplete

Time is not my friend

if the clock hits nine

I am running out of time

Soon my life will be in turmoil

I will become agitated

Befuddlement will take over
---

I need a plan

there must be something I can fixate on

that’s the only way to calm me

To focus on that one thing I can’t resist

helps untwist my reasoning
---

I search the room turning my head this way and that

hoping my eyes will see that one thing

what will it be

It needs to grab me

like a cowboys lasso

around a squirming calf

It has to pull me in
---

I start to panic

It’s almost 10 

I know what happens then

The depression starts to tug on my sanity

soon profanity will fly from my mouth
---

That’s not helpful
---

I continue my inspection

I survey the room

I squint to enhance my focus 

things are getting bleak
--

I try not to freak out

---

Dreariness is seeping from my soul

the heaviness is slowing me down

I feel like I will soon drown

Eleven is around the corner

By then I want to sleep

to get away from the gloom

that’s now encompassing my room
---

My eyes are getting heavy

oh no I cry 

Don’t do that do not dare slumber

that will encumber the tasks for the day

I give my cheeks a slap

hoping to keep awake

For goodness sake

this is getting crazy
---

My attention is hard to find

it wants to doze

Come on Lynn I start to scream

stay with me babe stay with me

I bounce up and down with desire

keep trying to get higher

start to target on reaching the ceiling

Come on girlie you can do it

touch that beam I shout out loud 
---

I stare and stare focused on the tiny crack on the timber

Oh yeah babe you got this

My brain is aroused 

it springs to life while I dive in the air like I just don’t care

This is it

my thing

my one thing

This is it I shriek
---

I race race race to the kitchen 

need to get there before noon when I turn into a buffoon 

I make it

there’s enough energy in my body to run ten refrigerators for a year

I feel like I will erupt
---

I get my glass of water then inhale my pills

I will soon be serene

won’t that be keen

Still time to complete my projects 

Better add inspecting my alarm to the list

don’t want to blunder again tomorrow 

that brings stress and great sorrow.

By Lynn Hahn

DRAMA QUEEN

I did my first open mic last night December 9, 2016.  So amazing sharing my own thoughts and words not those of some other writer. Got high! This is the next open mic piece I will be doing. It ends with me singing "Summertime" from Porgy and Bess. My mom would sing it to us with her beautiful voice when I was small. I can't sing here so just know I'm an amazing singer lol not really.

Born into a dwelling filled with creativity in the air
she breathed it in
it was like blood to her soul
oxygen needed to support her existence

It was a time when men were men
and women were women
little blending of roles

It did not fit her
it was the wrong size

She was one that needed to spread her wings
and fly with her talent

Live a life full of adventure
and rejection to hone in her craft

She craved to face the perils artists
encounter on their road to enlightenment
---
Instead she found herself in a sea of children
with no clue what to do with them

She wore a mask of sorrow
no hope for tomorrow

Figured each day would offer the same routine
change diapers
clean toilets
cook dinner

With her spare time she picked up her trumpet
and visited the sphere she ached for
kept up her embouchure
like she was preparing for her next gig

She drew paintings no one would ever see
and wrote books never finished
sang songs only her babies adored

Her glory days came when finances forced the need for her contribution
she worked as a reporter for a small newspaper
she was intoxicated by the acceleration she felt as she typed each word
her world was perfect
---
It was short lived

Soon she was taken from her birth blood
to a place where she had no roots

She did not fare well
moving from the sunshine in California
to the rain and doom Washington state often offers
was too much

She spent little time with me and my siblings
we were left to raise ourselves
fortunately we were now older out of diapers
and carrying school books

I watched her fade away
---
My father spent little time at home
he never recovered from the great depression
making money was his soul purpose in life

She was literally alone with just her trumpet, ampex tape recorder and dreams

She would put the telephone in the oven to prevent it from ringing
and ruining her latest recording
those were the days when the phone was plugged in the wall
not carried around in pockets or purses

The days became months the months became years
and her life remained the same

Drawing paintings no one would see
writing books never finished
had no babies to sing to
---
My siblings never caught the performers  urgency
it was passed to me

I was unaware of the infection until I was a teen
then it started to rear it’s beautiful head

My mother started to come to life thru
me

It was so beautiful to see

She kept a scrap book of all that I did
each newspaper article and magazine that mentioned my name
brought breathe to her hungry lungs

We started to speak more
I would send her letters from places I worked
and tell her stories about the world I was now in

I knew she would grin
when she opened the envelope and read what was within
---
Her mind started to leave her when she was too young
maybe from lack of use

Soon she could not read my words
she was now in another universe
one I hope to never visit

She passed when in her 90’s
she had her journalist pass crumpled in her bony wrinkled fingers
up to the end

It was her moment of glory
so glad she had it

She most likely is singing to the angels
with her beautiful voice
creating songs that will be heard by all

She was a drama queen the best of the best

Here’s to you mom
your baby girl is still at it.

By Lynn Hahn

PAY OFF

It's better to be crushed
your heart bleeding

Than to be alone

Tears are gifts
you earned

To feel bad
is better than
staring at your wall
wondering what to do

It is a risk to love
a gamble
you sometimes lose

But when you win
oh when you win

The pay off is huge.

By Lynn Hahn

WORDS

I'm making lots of mistakes in the dating world. I hope I get better at this and stay true to myself. Maybe you've been thru stuff like this too. It's so important to be able to talk to your boyfriend and or husband. Learned that the hard way.

Where were the words
why couldn't we talk

So much I wanted to say
but the words got stuck in my throat

Why did the magnet push us apart
when there were words to say

Could it be different at a different time
was it just timing

I don't know

So awkward
So off beat

We couldn't get the timing
of the dance

Yet the magnet drew us together
so strong and sure

Until there were words
---
Our bodies had a language of their own
they flowed so freely

We moved in sync

Not a missed beat

My body craves you
it feels so all alone

How can I heal it

Now that you are gone.

By Lynn Hahn

THE LIFE OF AN ACTOR

I'm going to do an open mic on December 9th 2016 where I understand some young folk are up for practice in hope of improving their skills in the arts. I wrote this for them. I have been in the acting industry for over 40 years doing this and that. Wanted to pass this on to them.

So you want to be a movie star
recognized for who you are

Get ready for a tough ride
to stay on the positive side

It can  get you down
when there are no jobs around

You go on so many interviews
you start to get confused

Who am I suppose to be
which lines do I read

You walk in the room
see you're wrong for the part

But you still have to give it all your heart

Tough stuff

Is it worth it
---

You bet

When you walk on the set
the energy is so high
feels like you're walking on air

Soon you just don't care
about rejection

You throw out your lines
like a seasoned pro

Know just where to go
with your character

So wait those tables
pour that beer

Know your next role is
ever so near.

By Lynn Hahn

SILLY OLD MAN

This is a funny you may be able to relate to. I sure can. lol

She loves me for my body
says the silly old man

Not for the money in my pocket

She loves me for my smile
says the silly old man

Not for my money in the bank

She loves me for my mind
says the silly old man

Not for my stocks or investments

She loves me for my

OOPS

Where did she go
says the silly old man

Standing naked in the snow...


By Lynn Hahn

MILLION DOLLAR BABY

I am doing my first open mike December 9th. This is a 3 minute poem about my much loved dog. It starts with a song...can't sing it on paper lol so I'll just put it in italics. It is a cute song. I sang it to her while I walked her.

She's a one eyed itchy bitchy gimpy girl
a one eyed itchy bitchy gimpy 

she's a one eyed itchy bitchy gimpy girl
she's a million dollar baby that's for sure
---
What can I say about Betty
she was ready
for whatever life brought

She never complained
no matter how much pain
she was in

She was my hero
---

She lost her eye when she was small
kissed and licked everyone thru it all

Never aggressive
did not blame people
just grateful for help

Her knees went bad soon after she lost her eye
can't understand why
she had to go thru so much

She went thru therapy
her trainer could not love her more
she wanted to please him
well the treats helped some
---
We had two good years before things
went bad again

This time it was all her skin
she was allergic to everything

Everything

Even the people she adored

This was the worst
---

We tried every type of solution
there was no resolution

I opened my wallet wide
let the doctors have all that was inside

It did no good
---

I watched her struggle every day
wondering if she would get better

She would have gone on forever
if I would have let her
just to be with me

Would that be fair

No
---

Her pain level was off the charts
did not stop her from breaking hearts
with her playful way

Had to greet all
beg them to play ball
she loved to fetch

She had a duckie that was her best friend
she carried it in her mouth everywhere she went
waiting for someone to toss it

She would leap in the air to catch it
so high
caught it most every time
---

She slept by my side
her body so warm

Her temperature ran hot
normal that was not
it was part of the problem

Her breeder did not care about health
just beauty

Felt it was her duty
to make pretty dogs
so she could sell them and make money

The puppies that were sick
seldom got picked
---
I saved Betty
or did she save me
not sure which

Because she touched my life
in a way I did not expect
---

I do not regret
having known her

She passed when not quite six
seemed so wrong

But I had to be strong
and let her run with the others like her
who spent a short time on this earth
making their owners lives worth
more than before
---

She was my million dollar baby in every way
I hope to see her again some day
when it is my time

I asked her to save me a place
I know that she will
just to be near me
like she use to be

So strange how our pets touch our hearts
help us learn about life

They're here for such a short time
but the lessons they teach last
forever.


By Lynn Hahn