BLANK

My bum is sore

imagination never more

lacking

I try and try

but only can sigh

for no words fall on my paper

I sit and sit and twittle my thumbs

swaying my chair side to side

I use to be funny

and quick witted

words rolling off my tongue

dripping onto my page

This evening my mind is a blank

not sure who to thank

for the emptiness of my brain…

Best to call it quits 

for this evening’s attempt 

to be clever

seems 

to be in vain. 

by Lynn Hahn

OFFENDER

When respect has been breached

an agreement must be reached

The offender not to repeat.

The innocent who forgives 

must not forget 

but also …

must not hold onto

the crime 

and 

offend the offender 
for the rest of his life.

By Lynn Hahn

CHOICES

When God gives you a gift

you have a choice

you can…

Thank him 

and 

Enjoy it

Or

Feel unworthy

and 
Fear it will be taken.

By Lynn Hahn

LET GO

Photos tell a sunny

tale

Seldom are the 

dark moments 

recorded

As I age I find comfort in that

Better to let ugly experiences

rest in bad dreams

For that is what they feel like…

not real

Such a gift that is for those

who know how to let go

of their nightmares

and cling to sweet memories. 

By Lynn Hahn

STORY

I look at the little boy

cheerful
innocent
lost
in his world

I want to 
hold

comfort

and make 

his happiness 

real.

I look at the little girl

vulnerable 

trusting

alone

in her world

I want to 
console

protect

and take her fear
away

Different lives

united 

as one

Can it be done

fulfill each one?

Him so insecure

Her so afraid

I have to take a big breath

make love to patience

for patience owns this story. 

By Lynn Hahn

ONLY A FOOL

I don’t know?

is a good place to be

it sets you free.

To know is like being

in a cell

no way to tell 

what is

real.

No need to make

a big deal

out of in life

when you don’t have 

the answers

only questions.

Which will be

responded to with

I don’t know?

Only a fool

knows it all.

By Lynn Hahn

BOND

Each day we spend together 

my love for you grows

All we share opens my heart…

It allows me to be there

with you

like a fly on the wall

It allows you to be there

with me

like an invisible friend

Walking thru our pasts

pulls me closer to you

Makes our new relationship

feel like a life long friendship

Which builds my trust

and 

Bonds me with you. 

By Lynn Hahn

TIME IS RIGHT

Float into the future

with light feet

Do not tread heavily or

the earth may swallow

tomorrow

Let life unfold as it will

learn to hold still

until the time is right.

Rushing into the dark

out of fear

is never prudent

Learn to…

take a breath 

when impatience

tugs on your sleeve.

By Lynn Hahn

MARRIAGE

Marriage does not assure

love will bind you

Divorce can sweep away

the paperwork

love 

respect 

trust 

seal 

a relationship

Not 

a marriage certificate

The thought that

marriage will guard

your heart 

Is just plain wrong!

People don’t need 

to get married
to be a couple

They need to be a team

bound by 

love

respect

trust

to survive.

By Lynn Hahn

STAND UP

What a ride

so rocky 

Wonder why 

the choices we make

can break us

for a bit

Some people

get right back up

and take the next bus

While others hide

refuse to ride anymore…

So grateful I am one

who faces the world

head on

I am strong

even when I am feeling weak

My soul seeks

another world 

when the one I am living in

crumbles

It may take a while

my elbows and knees scraped

but up I stand

ready to go again…

Tears come and leave

when I am deceived 

But I stand up

Time and time again

I walk out of the rain

and find sunshine.

By Lynn Hahn

OPEN UMBRELLA

Life is a roller coaster ride

with no rail to hold it on track

The ups and downs take 

my breath away

Holding on can be 

exhausting

Elation followed by

despair…

Finding someone 

you care about 

that doesn’t disappoint

is futile

It’s inevitable 

your stomach will feel

empty 

and your heart

confused

Not reacting to those

reactions

allowing the story to unfold

is difficult 

but to jump in and write

the ending

without allowing the 

roller coaster ride 

to stop and let you off

is like jumping from the 

Empire State Building

with an open umbrella 

instead of a parachute.

By Lynn Hahn

WHATEVER THE DAY MAY BRING

This was an assignment requiring the words...window shopping, diamond, Moon River, Truman Capote, Audrey Hepburn, 

Up in the morning

no clue what the day will bring

tho

Like a diamond ring

on a Christian woman

my first meal is faithful

Truman Capote would have a challenge 

creating a script 

and Audrey Hepburn would 

surely not star

in the theme of my morning

nourishment  

Moon River would not be the tune

playing while I consume

my habitual fare

My song would be more like a jingle

perhaps “The Wheels on the Bus”

It’s a childish grub I ingest ….

Even the commercial claims 

it is just for kids

Can you guess what it is?

Yes

Trix cereal in a bowl

no milk for moisture

straight out of the box

No window-shopping needed 

for my choice

Straight off the shelf

is how it works

so 

You may think this silly

but

My simple breakfast

uses little thought 

to create

which allows plenty of space

in my brain

to take on whatever the day 

may bring my way.

By Lynn Hahn

ALL OF ME

So many tears

what do they mean?

For me they are an expression

of feelings inside

some sad

but most glad

Laughs and giggles and smiles

tell stories 

but tears dig deeper

They share more

if you learn 

to read them 

You will see

they are in fact 

a blessing

Nothing to fear

or protect me from

Only to take you down

the path of me

The deep deep tears

are few 

and far 

between

Saved for true tragedy

not wasted on anything 

less

You don’t need 

to wipe the tears away

or fear them 

just learn 

to read them

So you can be free

to embrace

all of me.

By Lynn Hahn

COULD IT BE

Life throws us around

surrounds us with confusion

The puzzles untwist

showing a list of "could be’s"

They reveal themselves…

Could it be 

That I have 

walked into the magic place 

of paradise

For there he is

the one that I was looking for

the one that was looking for me

Could it be

This was meant to be

just as it was

The ups and downs

the joy and the frowns

Melting and molding

us into what we were to 

become

Could it be

We will finally be free

to unleash the passion

deep in our hearts

Depart from the pain

walk out of the rain

Into eternal sunshine

By Lynn Hahn

WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?

Back to the assignment book my son and daughter in law gave me. I had to start with That August Day. I had to make up a medication that does not exist.

That August day

made me pray

for mercy!

My head was pounding 

like a woodpecker on 

a metal roof

Could hardly see

my eyes were strabismic

I reached …

in my disarranged 

medicine cabinet 

in my dim 

bathroom

pulled out the first

pill box 

my quavering hands touched

I squinted my confused eyes

to examine the fine print

It seemed to say Motrin

I swallowed a few pills…

Soon my mind was confused

like two year old 

trying tie it’s shoe laces

while jumping on a pogo stick

My hearing went backwards

like a man who sees a bear 

and it’s cubs 

running straight at him

My sight was upside down

like a trapeze artist

swinging with a monkey

on a banana tree

I started screaming 

like a wild banshee

I heard the front door

swing open

then my husband’s voice 

came to life

“Wife what have you done?”

I could barely reply,

“Took some pills for my head”

He grabbed the pill box

and read

Moronic

‘What the F

a stupid pill?’

‘Where did you find these?”

I replied,

“In the medicine cabinet”

He read the bottle’s warning label

Can cause :

dizziness

lack of sentence formation 

feeling like you are someone else

and just plain stupidness

So he called 911

They said, “We have had a lot of calls about those pills tonight. 
There is an antidote”

“Oh and do this fast because another side effect 
is the side effects are contagious.”

By Lynn Hahn

YOUTH AT MY DOOR

Yes 

Youth once again

beats in my heart

With the mystery of you

The man of my dreams

comes to me in words

on a page

So sweet and tender

Yes 

I surrender 

to you my sweet one

I will walk the path

of innocence once again

With you

First kiss

flirting eyes

My breath 

taken away

I would love to take 

your words away

with my beauty

My silhouette softly

reflected in your eyes

Yes

My love

I will become a child again…

with you.

                 By Lynn Hahn

PEDESTAL

Do not put me on a pedestal 

the fall is too hard!

I will never be perfect

nor will you

See my beauty

except my pain

and

    

I will do the same

for you.

By Lynn Hahn

DARK SIDE OF LIFE

Why do some deny that
all are allowed to have
full feelings

Why do some try to put
others in a small box

While they live in
the head of a needle

So small is their thinking
they can't even see it
themselves

So they look at
others

and judge them

When they should
be looking at...

themselves.

By Lynn Hahn

GENDERS

Trying to get her boyfriend to understand her

is like trying to teach a duck to do hop scotch

He is divorce of her needs

all he sees is his wants

I don’t think it is out of cruelty

 just how he is…

He is such a man and she is such a girl

they collide. 

He wears sarcasm like a second set of skin

his badge of honor is being a smart ass

She tends to be gullible and soft hearted

it is a deadly combination

Unfortunately it is killing her

and he has not a clue 

She's dying.

By Lynn Hahn

ARTISTS

Art cleans the heart and soul. My respect for artists of every kind is unmeasurable.

ARTISTS

I think what sets artists apart

is they refuse to swallow their pain

They regurgitate it on paper

thru 

writing

painting

photography

Or

become athletes

who are in fact 

artists of the air

their movement

is art in motion

look at the curve of an acrobat’s back

as they do their walk overs

look at the sweat on the brow of the biker

who’s wheels spin and spin making the air dance

Or

dancers who own their bodies movement

and share emotions thru them for us

to learn their story

Freedom is obtained

Freedom from the pain in their

hearts and souls

Freedom for the observers 

to escape their pain 

for a few moments

while watching ...

The beauty artists provide.

By Lynn Hahn

DON'T QUIT

Find the joy in each day
for life is short

It's ok to have a tear
in your eye

But tell it goodbye
after a bit

Then get up
and go for it

Don't quit!

By Lynn Hahn

IF I COULD CHOOSE

Passion is fickle

it comes when it wants to

from who it chooses

If I could convince it

to let me

choose

what a blessing it would be

Why him

I ponder

Who is blind 

to my heart

Whose words 

can not be trusted

Why him 

who knows not

what true love is

Who plays

dress up

like a child

in it’s back yard

If I could choose

it would be

someone like you

Who hears my words

and embraces them

Promising to embrace me

taking my heart

to a place safe and warm

Protected by your maleness

never tiring of my sight

Oh sweet one

that is where I would be

if only I could choose.

By Lynn Hahn

SORRY

Like a turtle out of it’s shell

I am naked before you

Leaving me

vulnerable

I swallow my heart

not knowing how to start

talking to you

I become a tongue tied 

teenager

With her first beau

I say stupid things

some days

On paper 

 in

 emails

Leaving a trail of my

weakness

For you to follow

With no clear directions

Not fair I know

All I can say is 

I am

sorry

  

By Lynn Hahn

BLOOD RUNS THICK

Family

ever so dear

ever so near

They reach out their

imperfect hearts

Trying to connect

Standing there with nothing

to say sometimes...

No matter

Blood runs thick

forgiveness 

always in the air

a picnic

a barbecue

a day on the beach

Moments together

fill life 

with purpose

with belonging

Family perfect 

in it’s imperfection

Like glue

we stick together

Keeping each other

safe 

from what life can throw

Such comfort to know

We will always have

Family

By Lynn Hahn

POETRY

Poetry is the language of lovers

who see life richly

Nothing is small

nothing is slight

From the sunniest day

to the darkest night

Emotions stir

from the depths 

of their souls

Exposing to the world

how deep our existence

Stopping the special

and holding it in the air

Sending it out for

everyone to share

It is an art 

not always appreciated

nor understood

But those who catch

it’s beauty 

Are richer

indeed

By Lynn Hahn