God you're pretty and
you got such lovely hair
your clothes are *****
but we don't even care

and rich boys walk by
and see you lyin there
they try to say hi
but you don't even care

some say you're crazy
well maybe that's true
but how I'd love to spend
a lazy morning with you

so blow by me barefoot
please show me your smile
to see you all made up
would really be worthwhile

just a girl


©1987 Lyn

Bubbles big
and bubbles small
I wish that I
could pop them all
their pious lies
would finally fall
how nice without
their bubbles

he thinks all day
of things to say
like it's your fault
cuz you don't pray
new shoes new shirt
for judgment day
he's ready
in his bubble

and she's right there
with hateful glare
to tell you that the
rod won't spare
the only way to
get God's care
and live inside
His bubble

but me I see
I'll never be
among the 'good'
among the 'free'
I'm lost in sin
tossed out to sea
outside
their giant bubble

bubbles big
and bubbles small
I wish that I
could pop them all


©2012 Lyn

Is love just songs
I can't ignore
to contemplate
what love was for

so many days
how many more
it's all a maze
what love was for

my mind escapes
to times before
insinuates
what love was for

I drifted vain
there was no shore
there's only pain
what love was for

I'll never know
adrift amour
it's only you I so
adore


©2012 Lyn

Speak loud
then keep quiet
be humbly proud
at the peaceful riot
shoot to live
then sadly play
selfishly give
then haughtily stay
you're boringly fun
and anxiously still
not ready but done
as you bandage you ****
so strangely normal
and terribly good
just dirt poor formal
on plastic wood

so mic your meal
then call a cab
pop a pill
conceal the scab
your heels are old
your dress is new
your eyes are cold
your friends are few
you've seen it all
but know it's true
you've raised a wall
so they can't see you
for what it's worth
you're not to blame
to death from birth
it's life's false claim


©2012 Lyn

Pugsley snugs
on ugly rugs
and smugly shrugs
at Beak
But Beaky's peaking
and tweakily tweaking
while squeakily speaking
to Pink
And Pinky thinks
they're rinky *****
with stinky sinks
and ***** winks
Then Twiggy giggles
and jiggly wiggles
her wiggly jiggles
at Mister Higgles
And Mister Hig-g-l
Wait a second
Who's Mister Higgles?
'Undercover CBPP,' says he
(Crazy Bad Poem Police)
'Okay, let's break it up!
Enough of this stupid poem
Let's go, let's break it up!
Stay off bad poems people,
this stuff'll rot your
brain!"


©2011 Lyn

Let's write so many poems
we could stack them
to the sky
let's roll them up
and smoke them
or just recite them
til we die

my head is full of poems
my shed is full of *****
my bed is full
of springs and wool
it's where I go
to snooze

you got another poem?
well submit it to the site
right now I'm fixing steak'umms
but I'll read them all tonite

so let's share another poem
let's dare another rhyme
let's declare that
there's none fairer
but beware of one of mine!


©2011 Lyn

I'm so good
I'm so free
I'm a girl
don't look at me
I hate it here
all that I see
I wish you all
would die

I'm so bored
I steal for kicks
to get some dough
I trick some tricks
my boyfriend
sent me ***** pics
so gross I thought
I'd die

Peggy's preggie
so is Sue
those two are hoes
what else is new
I met a guy
they call him Blue
so hot I thought
I'd die

my parents are
a stupid joke
they're both so dumb
I wish they'd croak
I can't believe I'm
so **** broke
I hope you all
will die!


©2011 Lyn

amiss asunder
that is me
no sacred care
no destiny
how dare
I plunder
endlessly
this wonder
that I see
when I'm under
its decree

they live for whence
a special dream
a chain-link fence
kids baseball team
their little one
will run and scream
the wonder
that he'll be
when he's under
their decree

and getting old
the growing fear
that all her gold
will disappear
the nights so cold
her days despair
no wonder
she can't see
when she's under
gold's decree


©2011 Lyn

I keep waiting for news
that my body will tell
you've been paying your dues
but we still have to sell
please, there's life yet to use
sorry, next stop is hell
I keep waiting for news
to dispel

I don't want to go there
where so many have gone
just pretend I'm not here
and let's just carry on
I'll be quiet I swear
sorry, time's overdrawn
but I don't want to go there
begone!

I don't want to get sick
I don't want to look old
there's no buckets to kick
there's no streets paved with gold
look you skeletal *****
take your scythe hit the road
cuz I don't want to die sick
scared and cold!


©2013 Lyn

Sister Sue
the ****** nun
stole the tithes
and bought a gun
walked into
the convent's choir
screamed you ******
and opened fire

and all her life she
prayed and prayed
that she'd be standing
center stage
Amazing Grace
is what she chose
to solo while
the chorus rose

but they wouldn't let
Sister Sue
sing in sunday school
no they wouldn't let her
hum a hymn
or even mime a few
they said God
is our director
and He thinks
you **** too
so they wouldn't let
Sister Sue
sing in sunday school

Sister Sue
the ****** nun


©1987 Lyn

I remember them
they were nestled
like spoons
warm in their web
like one soft cocoon

their lust was my terror
as I clung to my beer
and laughed at them saying
you alive under there?

windy blue days
a blanket and trees
a cliff by the ocean
we walked by in degrees
looking and thinking
we've disturbed their *******
a moment of bliss
that they're undertaking

but their bodies were statues
cuz they were aware
of young cannibals lurking
you alive under there?


©1988 Lyn

She camps out inside
and tramps in all night
with her trove by her side
on the stove there's a light
and she claims she can't hide
blaming no one in sight
and I know when she's lied
it's when she says she's alright

there's a hole in the door
she can peek thru
and a bowl on the floor
for the leak to

give its drops from the ceiling
from the roof they won't patch
from the cops she's concealing
all the proof from her batch
still I can't stop from feeling
she'd be a pretty good catch
if she'd only be willing
to change


©2011 Lyn

My darling dear I love you
oh honey I've got it bad
but no more maybe baby
cuz I know that makes you mad

let's sit upon the sofa seat
I have something to say
I bought some bread
a loaf of wheat
that expired yesterday

and it makes me feel so needed
when you tell me what to do
your instructions have been heeded
please don't scream luv, I hear you

doll, your bossiness endears me
and your rudeness I deserve
and I love the way
you squint and say
what you looking at you perv

dearest pumpkin, let me say this
from the moment that we met
I have hungered for our first kiss
have you decided on that yet?

cuz your perfume wakes my senses
it alerts me when your near
sweets, I have no more defenses
just my quick reflexive fear!


©2012 Lyn

I knew a lady trapper
who would trap out in the styx
she used to be a flapper
back in nineteen twenty-six

I met her in a diner
well not really just a bar
and I told her I'm a miner
as she puffed on her cigar

She said 'Gus your kinda ugly
and your breath stinks awful bad
but I been fussin with my fugly
so I'll tell you why I'm sad

See I love to hunt for ******
it's my passion I can't lie
but I left my love's receiver
cuz she won't eat ****** pie

Now I could have dried some jerky
guess I should have fried some pork
but my ****** tastes so perky
fugly wouldn't touch her fork

Gus I miss her I'm so lonely
she's my only, what a dish
I can't leave her over ******
so from now on tuna fish!"


©2011 Lyn

You're properly pro
and exclusively first
I'm sloppy and slow
and obtrusively worse
you're steadily shrewd
and notably neat
I'm sweaty and stewed
and bloated and beat
you're refreshingly free
and benignedly blessed
I'm distressingly me
and resignedly messed
you're gold-plated and awed
and hairless and pink
I'm outdated and flawed
and careless and stink
you're so reveled revered
you're the death of my will
I'm disheveled and weird
but with my last breath I'll still

love you


©2012 Lyn

Wake up love
wake up and see
that there's
ears and eyes
waiting to be
loved

and her carved out day
kisses the night
and her smile
is at peace
for a moment

but *****'s so dedicated
she fashioned and cut out
fine portraits, for you

but you can't see
my love, your asleep

so wake up love
wake up and see
her love and me
we're waiting to be


©2001 Lyn

So look at, look at how she lays
her eyes so soft, her quiet ways
and how I wish, she was mine
but we've run out of time

Oh Sonja, you've given up on dreams
and fell in love with rocks
but don't give up on me
oh Sonja, I've waited for so long
now I can't believe your slippin away
my love for you is so, oh Sonja

how can I make it right
when nothing will ever do
until you tell me that your mine
my dreams just won't come true
and I have a dozen dreams
only want you here by me
don't leave


©1996 Lyn

When the leaves
start to shake
I can't wait
for Wintertime
is on the way
it's cold air in my hair
and I can't wait
it's feeling so cold outside
and I can't wait
to see your face
your grace
warm places no
they just don't understand

cuz it's so cold
it's so much
to behold
when it's Wintertime
it's so cold
it's so much
to behold
when it's Wintertime

When the leaves
start to shake
I can't wait


©1990 Lyn

I gave my friend a dime
to see his mother climb
a giant forest pine
in almost record time

she couldn't get back down
she jumped and hit the ground
we thought she broke her crown
she didn't make a sound

we thought that she was dead
until she moved her head
we put her in a bed
and called our Doctor Ted

he said that she was fine
but it's not right to climb
a giant forest pine
for just a lousy dime!


©1976 Lyn

Eating rolls and slurping soup
where's the can I gotta
find a pencil make a list
of all the things that get me
mad as heck I'm in the pits
a girl walks by with giant
glasses on she looks so smart
until she says she's gonna
see her dentist Doctor Ted
he pulls her tooth she gives him
ten bucks now and with some luck
later on she'll let him
**** a lemon spit a seed
drink a beer and smoke some
we'd better go there's lots to do
but no more soup I'm gonna spew!


©2011 Lyn

The candlelight
flicks soft and low
you live too fast
give in to slow

cold hands held tight
the fight would go
released her grasp
gave in to slow

he wakes at night
bad dreams in tow
still blames the past
gave in too slow

a weary sight
the tired soul
time couldn't last
gave in to slow

God made it right
with one soft blow
an endless task
gives in to slow


©2012 Lyn

With my ear pressed
I stammer
I hear elves
in this seat
from some workshop
they hammer
their work never
complete

and the stick that I
searched for
scrapes the mud
from my shoes
then I sigh
at the back door
and swing open
the blues

and the TV is blaring
and the dinner is cold
and they look
without caring
boy just do what
your told

so I climb to my bed
well not mine
just on loan
and with hurt
in my head
fall asleep in
their home


©2013 Lyn

While the dozens of lights
change their colors
and the pigeons
coo and stalk
the courtyard
across the way
is a corner store
where idlers stand
sharing a paper bag
and troubles
then a helicopter
owns the sky
but no one seems to care
but him
then some chatty women
hurriedly pass below
leaving perfume trails
and crew workers
discuss what to do next
while sipping coffee
and an old woman goes about
picking up bits of trash
and the cars rush around
to points unknown
and as the morning sun
beats down upon him
sweating
he overlooks it all
then sighs
cries
and closes his eyes


©2012 Lyn

I listen to lies
that same old refrain
but I can't help I listen
again and again

when I look at the ground
or up at the sky
there's so much around
but never a lie

and I look in myself
if ever I try
whenever I do
there's never a lie

so I think it's just you
all you say all you do
are all lies.. lies

lies lies lies lies lies
lies lies lies
they're all lies.. lies

so what can I do
but just listen to you
and just smile and listen
to your lies


©2003 Lyn

Dearest Molly left me Sunday
she'd been with me for so long
paid just twenty bucks to finally
walk her home so young and strong

always barked as I was leaving
broken lighter, stolen shoe
but she'd come each time I call her
Dearest Molly I miss you

~~~~~~~~~~~
1997 to febuary 24th, 2013


©2013 Lyn

The heater purrs
its motor whirrs
the sound comforts
news channels flicker
their obscene obsessions
basking in the vast
nothingness
of political chess
and my dogs rest
giving sanity and love
for a dollar a day
and my dreams
are practiced
waiting
for the boredom
of consciousness
to succumb
which it will
as the heater purrs


©2012 Lyn

I think of her
and how useless
love is
or it may just be
some battle in me
that can't stop longing
still living a dream
whatever it is
if someone could
take a broom
and sweep away
all the nonsense
the bad thoughts
til today
all the creeds
and misdeeds
all the needs
I betray
and whatever else
that fills my tired mind
there would
still be her
to comfort
I'd find


©2012 Lyn

Welcome to death
to what hides in that instant
when decision and courage meet

Welcome to pain
they wept for me
they tried to follow
and when I returned
I saw pain
dull pain
wretched pain
like bodies on fire
on a frozen lake
lay they lay
breathing death
while all the
world around them
mocks their agony


©1989 Lyn

'What happens to bad poets
when they die?'
'Aye, tis a good question,'
says the sotted brute
wavin his hand
whilst spittle flyin
with most syllables
'I yam told bad poets
stew in alphabet soup
and get eaten by
old grannies for
all eternity'
'I eard that one
but seems a waste
of good soup'
'Aye, and why de grannies
get involved it's a
misog misog
a ting against
women I'll bet'
'Well then, what might
you think?'
says the innkeeper
to the quiet sod
at the end of the bar
'Eh..I should think
they'd go with the good ones
cuz I'll be ******
if I can tell the difference'
'Aye' says all 'aye'


©2012 Lyn

She's an old car
doesn't move now at all
and the grass grows up tall
all around her

but if given love
like in that movie Christine
her eyes would glow bright
and her skin would grow clean
and she'd roar thru the night
down some road never been
if only given love

and he's an old star
no warmth he's providing
and his children are dying
all around him

but if given love
like when he was made
he would glow warm and bright
he would not be afraid
and he'd give so much light
he'd give life once again
if only given love

but those who have love
never give it for free
to old cars or old stars
or old poets like me

oh well


©2003 Lyn

love loves to trick
to steal and to cheat
to stab deep and quick
to devour complete
to pull feel the click
I lie dead at love's feet
yeah love gets a kick
outta me

love loves to break
to shatter the will
to flatter an ache
to splatter its ****
a mad hatter to rake
all the pain it can till
yeah love loves to take
its fill


©2011 Lyn

The dry land of youth
is on the horizon now
and the winds of time
and waves of regret
still carry me further away
this vast cold ocean
is so dark, and too deep
for one such as me
and I know the port
I kept searching for
was abandoned long ago
so what choice is left
with my sunburnt skin
but to give up this raft
and fall in


©2012 Lyn

dripping wet emotions
with defensive underwear
tripping ghetto potions
an expensive teddybear

you're a wordy birdy whiddler
of some truth I wouldn't know
and I'm a hurdy gurdy fiddler
of some sooth I shouldn't show

you alight a quiet yearning
you aflame my frozen soul
feels so right the night so burning
but I don't claim my chosen goal

in the blissless listless morning
I begin again to go
you're a kissless mistress scorning
any kin my sin will sow

and the end my friend is calling
my life petty all alone
will she tend and fend my falling
or be a pretty little stone


2012 Lyn

I cross my path at dawn
and see my feet go on
just tracks of cats
and tracks of me
a time elasped
seen unity
I'm not a cat
don't wanna be
but wish I knew
just who had made
those tracks

a worrier a wanderer
a warrior a ponderer
a hurrier a squanderer
or a freak inside
a dream

tracks tell no lies
all alibis
but the tracks I see
say I wander free
tho I wonder
will I ever be

my burning brain
is going dim
the tracks just feign
how sure I am
but that's okay
the cats would splain
the tracks say
where you been


©2012 Lyn

Some throw them
together like *******
some misuse them
without concern
some play with them
like a box of toys
some use just enough
and discard the rest
some cherish them
awed by their complexity
some stray away
feeling inferior
some are experts
who know them well
and some abuse them
every chance they get
and me, I still feel
for that little boy
who gave me
so many..


©2012 Lyn

Cap drove me away
down a freeway
and smiled at me
and said now we're free

I'm looking out
at cars we pass
we're going too fast
it's a dream
then I look up at Cap
as if to say
then he slows down
for me at last

and little children
everywhere
would swarm the man
let them swarm again
Cap your here
now your with me


©2000 Lyn

Swollen besotted
cloudy eyes
it's no surprize
you've forgotten lies
and after all
it's what you're
drinking for

well their shallow voices
hurt my ears
awake my fears but
no more tears
I'll just go to the store
once more
with riddled past my past
is present
see they're all Kings
and I'm a peasent
and I can't be pleasent
anymore
it's what I'm drinking for

and she's not me
no she's so free
so heavenly
atleast it seems

so I go low and wander slow
no one to tow along
and the race is won
with the setting sun
I'm right where we belong

with silent screams
and faded dreams
til there's no more war

it's what we're drinking for


©2002 Lyn

The dog he came
and bit my ear
and now I think
I cannot hear
and every time
I think of it
I do not like
my getting bit
it finally healed
and is not sore
I hope he will not
bite no more

the dog he grew
and got real big
and all I see him
do is dig
he digs and digs
and finds a bone
after he eats
he'll start to groan
he'll groan and groan
all day and night
I did not think
that this was right

so I got some medicine
to fix him up
and then I put it
in a cup
I put the cup
onto the ground
he drank and now
he's safe and sound
he finally woke
and is not sore
I do not think
he'll dig no more!


©1974 Lyn

His paintings
let him feel
his busy brush
would heal
a passion all alone
died wishing
he were home

imagine
love so deep
to create
what we'd reap
the beauty
that he'd bare
only wanting eyes
to care

with dazzling colors
dreams despair
he'd paint so bright
so much so rare
I feel I see
the majesty
of life
his brush
would share


©2012 Lyn

A layered past
I know it's true
my mold was cast
inside of you
and I couldn't ask
no reason to
for a better mom

you played a hand
a pair of threes
and raised up with
a bad disease
you worked so hard
you tried to please
no there's not
a better mom

you brought me food
when I was broke
and taught me good
that life's a joke
but we understood
life wears a cloak
no there's not
a better mom

mom you're the best
I know it's true
you second guessed
all I would do
but I was blessed
for knowing you
no there's not
a better mom

Judith Ann
March 3rd 1940 to
February 1st 2012

©february 1st 2012 Lyn

Quiet is loud
tho not as bad as she seems
so don't be so proud
you're not alone
in your screams

see quiet's not quiet
no she'll get loud
if you let her
and no quiet day
will ever let you
forget her

so let there be sound
when you can't find
a way
to make her quiet
calm down
just let sound have
his way

dear take pleasure in sound
let him sing it's okay
let him scream all around
no more quiet today

cuz sound is just sound
just his way to be heard
a sotted voice in the night
or a tree with one bird

are singing

for sound


©2002 Lyn

The stores fill themselves
loaded with every want
anyone ever had
I walk thru to buy cat food
for my dogs
here come the mirrors
and I can't help myself
even tho my looks have faded
there's still enough of me left
to be friends with
then a kindly voice says hello
from where I'm not quite sure
then little debbies call my name
but I pass them anyway
there's so much I need
but this lonely store
loaded with every want
anyone ever had
offers me nothing
I grab my cat food and go


©2012 Lyn

don't look at the hate
the dead and the cold
their faces won't stop
their eyes steal your gold
there's nothing to see
no love's to behold
don't look at their hate
unfold

don't listen their words
they trick and confuse
they cut and they hurt
they lie and accuse
there's nothing to hear
no love's there to lose
don't listen their words
abuse


©2011 Lyn

run thru
the slum's doorway
a painful lesson was had
not to anger his dad

hide in the closet
and stay
it was safe it was dim
just the old clothes
and him

back in school
he pretends
it's okay
but the shame
of his home
made him feel
so alone

another scar
that won't heal
another life
to be hid
and I can't help
but feel
a little bad
for that kid

still


©2011 Lyn

See the love
that you offer
has been bought
and been paid for
and I won't get caught
won't get played more
than I have to

see all my dreams
go unanswered
and the shame's
just an afterthought
and all those hills
that I climb up
when I lay down
please don't speak up
more than you have to

cuz I've held love beside me
let her dream let her sigh see
and she's dying inside me
right now

so I won't dream
more than I have to
I'll just be quiet
and wait
til I go home


©2003 Lyn