UP OFF THE GROUND

Dedicated to learning the rules so

he can defend others

He rides his bike on the snowy road

white breath streaming from his nostrils 

So much to learn such a high cost

thoughts of comfort at the end  

brought warmth to his body

Promised an easy road once

completing his journey

—-

He hits black ice and skids almost falling

he relaxes and goes with the flow

because he knows he is assured 

his reward will come when he is done

Faster and faster he goes

trusting the word of honor

Many obstacles get in his way

he swerves around them 

sometimes goes thru them

He sees some others have turned around 

and wonders why

—-

The route is longer than he anticipated

he begins to tire

Determined he continues 

his body getting so cold

He keeps going because he was told

it will pay off at the end

He sees others laying on the ground their bikes

broken

Concern begins to visit his mind

but forward he goes so he’ll be on time

Muscles are burning wheels keep turning

slower and slower 

—-

Was he on the wrong street?

he should be there by now

Confusion fills his thoughts

I know it is here

this was the way

Soon he sees another biker

asks “am I  going the correct way?"

“No” says the biker

"because you were told a lie"

"There is no destination" 

the biker said with a deep sigh

"We’ve been tricked by the leaders

not sure why"

He looks at his hands blue from the cold

standing with nothing in them

Such a shock

…

He slowly turns his bike around

then pedals as fast as he can 

Not sure where he’ll end up

but not willing to give up

He knows he will find another destination

because that’s what he does

When life knocks him down 

He gets up off the ground

and starts again…

By Lynn Hahn

EASE DROPPING

She said she wanted to go home

he replied “not now”

The look on her face

said there was more

going on than just her words

Were they fighting

was she just tired

She put her fork down

and gazed out the window

He continued to eat 

like he did not notice

her needs

With no words 

she got up and went

to the ladies room

He took out his cell phone

and began texting

So distant they were

like this was a dance

they often engaged in

I had to leave so I did 

not see the conclusion

But was left wondering

how do people 

get to that place

Where their relationship 

is taken for granted

Where the light they saw

in each others eyes

dies out…

By Lynn Hahn

WALKING THRU MEMORIES

Still working on projects...this one was 10 sacred things or memories. This was tough! So many memories from which to pick. I don't hold things sacred so ugh here's what I came up with. Hope you like it.
                                                                                 

I tend to not find things sacred

but rather memories 

Things can burn up in a fire

but memories are your’s forever

Like the first time I saw my son

when they laid him on my stomach

Like the look on my husband's face

when he said “I do’’

Like the look on my son’s face

when he too said “I do” to his sweet wife

Like the time as small child when my big brother 

put me on his handle bars

and we road to the park to carve bad words in a tree

Like the time I went to meet my Australian terrier 
when she was a puppy 

and she jumped into my arms claiming me 

Like the time I went to meet my Norfolk terrier 
when he too was a puppy

and looked into his eyes telling him “your gonna love me”

Like the time my son told me 

I was going to be a grandmother

Like the time I found out 

it was going to be a boy!

Like the time my son tried to teach me how to cook

Like the time my son and daughter- in- law came to my hotel room

to comfort me when I was overwhelmed by my upcoming divorce

These are memories I hold dear and often visit

especially when life gets just too hard…

By Lynn Hahn

HERE AFTER

I was gifted an assignment book. Today's homework is a poem  about  under water. It is not based on truth. Altho Virginia Wolf took her life 01/28/1941 in this manner.

Into my nostrils

the salty sea

stung 

the waves begird

my figure

deeper and deeper

I step into the ocean

her friendly arms

welcoming me

come sad maiden

I will wash away 

your pain

you will never

anguish  again…

by Lynn Hahn

ROAD TRIP

I am doing daily assignments. Today was trip and math terms. This is what I came up with. My sister and I are the stars of the story lol

2 little girls

divide

the back seat

Plus 

3 bags of candy

Equal 

upset tummies

from too many yummies.

By Lynn Hahn

DARK ADDICTION

I got a wonderful gift! A poem a day assignment. Walt Whitman style poem about chocolate was today's assignmet... SO FUN

O to chocolate so sweet and dangerous

thoughts of you cloud my mind

There was time I could devour

your rich contentment by the hour

Twas Christmas when the first box

entered my dwelling

Lack of control experienced by all

was the reality of the day

A tradition including consuming

your addiction became the way

To celebrate around the lighted tree

So much power given to thee.

By Lynn Hahn

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Today is my birthday

not sure if I'm happy or sad

I'd be glad 

if at 30

we started counting backward

So many candles on my cake!!!

I need a FIRE extinguisher...

By Lynn Hahn

GROOMING

My norfolk needed to be groomed!! So crazy the method used to groom terriers.

Stripping my terrier

could not be a hairier 

task

Want to ask

Doesn’t it seem odd

to breed a dog

That needs to plucked

like a chicken? 

By Lynn Hahn

OH TO THE...

   

Oh to the sparkle ball 

It calls for such beauty

Gown to the ground

rhinestones galore

Loveliness ahead for sure

Prepare the face 

to match the gown

Soon I’m wearing

a frown

Pink sparkle eye shadow

became the enemy

My lid took offense

and prepared for defense

by developing a chalazion

—-

Oh to the chalazion

so stubborn and at home

on my lid she sits

So proud and unwanted

Leaving me to determine

do I cause her great shock

and let the doc

carve her out

Or continue to bout

with all I must do 

to prepare for her

natural death.

By Lynn Hahn

WHO'S IN CONTROL

Such a rush

don’t be late

Think they’ll wait

Nay…

Start on time

is their rhyme

The world tries to be

on a schedule

Till Mother Nature

steps in

Does her thing

with 

Storms

Floods

Tornados 

and such

Not much 

man can do with that

So who’s in control?

We may think we are 

but

We’re Not.

By Lynn Hahn

ALL ABOUT HIM

OK a little dicey but in art you must take chances right? The photo is of me when I was a Hollywood sex kitten about 30 years ago...yikes!

 HIM

When will it stop

being all about him

Such a short

affair

Such a strong impact…

NEVER

He never 

existed

He was a fragment

of her imagination

A fling

that offered a ring

For a price

She could not afford…

WIFE

Babe be my wife

give me your life

Like a mail order

bride

Like she had no pride

too mild

for a thought or a need

Had to plead

to be set free

from the hold he had on her…

NUMB

She had never craved

a man

Like she did him

A fantasy in her head

is all that is left…

FIRE

A fire that burned

thru her heart

and passion

Sexual heights

not imagined

Then like an orgasm

he was gone…

By Lynn Hahn

PERFECTION

Wouldn't it be great if we could go back and delete things we said that made us feel like horrible beings.

Feeling really bad

very sad

Wish I could hold 

my tongue 

Leave judgement 

to the man above

—-

Trying to learn how

to balance this all

Too much on my plate

Don’t want to hate

—-

When to talk

and when not

Is a talent I need

to hone in

Perfection is a goal

not a reality

Is anyone perfect? 

—-

Time for chocolate 

and a good movie.

By Lynn Hahn

WHAT IS A POEM

Variety is the spice of life. So many different types of poems...ones that make you think...ones that make you laugh...ones that make you mad....ones that you sad. No matter... poems make my world go round hope you like them too!

What is a poem?

Words that provoke thought…

Do they need to rhyme?

No

That is fun tho

They should 

tickle your brain

And make you 

think

What’s the meaning

what’s this about

Scratch your head

shuffle your feet

Look up in the air

do I really care

Yes Yes I do

I know I’ll figure it out

in a minute or two.

By Lynn Hahn

POWER OF THE WORD

Love is not a word 

to be thrown around

Sometimes it is used too freely 

like it’s a ticket to paradise

Love is a very deep

connection

It is something that is real

can almost be touched

It never goes away

—-

Using that word can fill the soul

or tear it apart if it is not truly 

from the heart

—-

When you learn that 

someone used the word 

but did not mean it

It’s like having an amputation

it hurts beyond belief

Feels like the wall 

you were leaning on 

crumbles and you fall to the ground

Just from the miss use

of that sound

—-

The journey back is 

very painful

Because when you used

the word 

You meant it…

By Lynn Hahn

BURY THE HATCHET

This one is tough to talk about. It is so very very true.

Why chop down this tree

of honor?

The greatest gift God

provides is our children

If we are lucky enough

to have them

And privileged enough

for them to want to spend

time with us

We have been given riches

beyond any material reward

—-

To take a hatchet 

and cut down the

relationship

Is beyond foolish

Better to cut off your

right arm

Someday you will

wake up and wish

you would have rejoiced 

When you son reached out

his right arm 

to you.

By Lynn Hahn

GOTTA Luv em

Well my puppy Beau is shedding!  When it's really cold I run around the house in thick socks with no shoes and this is my evening gift..

My sweet puppy 

sheds so much

When my feet are cold 

I put on 

my favorite thick socks
while I run around the house
---

When I remove them 

at night

my socks look

like a sweater

for my foot!

By Lynn Hahn

LOVE'S MYSTERY

How can you be such

a combination

The wonders of heaven

and the darkness of hell

The sunshine reflects off 

your soul 

and then plummets to the storms

of the worst winter
---

Oh how I needed your

sweetness

I wish you could see

how wondrous it is

Why you show pride

in your dark side 

is beyond my understanding
---

I know I can not change you

so I keep my distance

When everything in my being

wants to be with you.

By Lynn Hahn

ON THE WAY

It's so easy to be negative in poems to get out sadness and anger. They become sort of like the news mostly sad stuff.  Gotta remind myself that yes there is a huge need for sad emotions to be worked out but you gotta find the happy too!

Can’t be all sad

some need to be glad

Happy and uplifting

Lots of poems about

aches and sorrows

Got to have some hopes

for tomorrows

—-

Variety is the spice of life

Humor is reality 

turned inside out

Got to shout out

happy words

Sometimes

or your life becomes 

unbalanced

—-

Yes there is plenty 

needed change

Many things need
to be rearranged
---

But on the way

have some fun play

or your days 

become colorless 

all black

—-

add some reds, blues

greens and yellows

You’ll find them in nature

Which is where happiness

is grown

The happy zone

you must visit 

As often as you can

—-

That is the land where dreams come true

lessening the degree of need

To write only sad mad poems.

By Lynn Hahn

HATE HEALS

 Parenting can be beyond easy. Sometimes you need to let go out of love..

Surprises come everyday

some small 

some large

Then there was you

---

So young

inexperienced

I tried to do the dance

I tripped 

and dropped 

you on your head 

I tried to pick you up

but didn’t know how

---

To this day you hate me

To this day I let you
---

Because I am old

and wiser

I realize

Sometimes hate heals

---

You need it to make

your world right
---

So I sit here tonight

hoping your heart is full

With just a small piece hiding

deep inside for me

---

The fool who still 

loves you.

By Lynn Hahn

DEDICATION

This is Betty last year so sad she is the one who passed and I am sitting by her grave waiting for her now.

Dedication from a canine

far surpasses humans abilities

or understanding

A love so pure

they would lay down 

their lives at every situation

When you pass 

and leave them behind

they grieve in a way 

so pure and real

They wait for us

for they have faith

they will see us again

And they do.

                                               By Lynn Hahn

THE BENCH

I dabble in photography. I thought how fun would that be. Look at my photos and write poems about what they tell me...

Why aren’t you sitting with me

such beauty to see

such an empty bench

without your touch close to me.

By Lynn Hahn

HURRICANE OF HURTS

OK so I wanted to do a poem that focuses on H's. My mind went a bit dark...not unusual. I had fun with the crazy art. So here's today's poem of H's...
                           

Hate holds hard onto my heart

He has horrible hang ups

that harm my happiness

Hence my world was hindered 

A husband he is not

but he is hot

Hostility fills my hours

like a hobby 
---

If I could hire 

a hit man

and hide 

from the heat

It would be helpful

tho harsh

So I hesitate

---

I could not handle

his habits

You reap what you harvest

---

My head is hazy

it needs a holiday

From the hook

he has on my mind.

By Lynn Hahn