Best Lynn Poems

Are you happy with your work doctor?

Look at me when I talk to you.

I looked in the mirror you know.

Mirrors don't lie.

What you see is what you get.

Like a miserable computer.

Is this the best you can do?

Look at my scar. Red?

Livid red I should say.

The...

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Oh Sara Lynn...Why should I even try and go on?
       Many nights I sit on this hill and cry since you been gone.
Oh Sara Lynn...Your departure I try desperately to analize.
       Well into...

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Decades of friendship have grown every day,
and now we are seniors, with hair, silver gray.
Back in our teens, at a bus stop we met;
from that day on, our friendship was set.

Thicker than thieves, we were rarely apart,
a bond that was strong right from the start.
Our...

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Lynn Margulis is perhaps most remembered as the wife of Carl Sagan
Expected to be wife, mother, companion and last of all -  scientist
But Lynn Margulis, under Sagan’s basket, would not hide
Her light would shine – Call it a Woman’s Pride?

A radical with a cause...

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“Bob The Builder Lynn”  (2 years old)

At our residence in the United States
screw drivers and pliers are always at stake,
if in need, you will never find them even if you wail
as Lynn Waiyan Thein took them all away.
Around the house he would crawl and...

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****Self Harm Trigger Warning****
Not for children-

The Book of Sadie Lynn

Sadie Lynn, her wrists are canvas. 
Her razor-blade: her pen.
She’ll write a scarring story.
I’ll tell you how it ends.

It starts with simple words,
They push her to the edge. 
“*****,” “****,” “Whore,” but,
They never understand.

The bloody ink,
it...

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Far within the forest deep,
where Pixies play and the Willows weep.
There lies a pond with lilies pink,
that within the night, the stars do wink.

Those that the pond loves and feels,
has respect for the Magi ways, will reveal,
to the one who gently sips,
the wish it will...

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The once was a girl named Lynn
Who when young was so very thin
When she grew up she grew out, too
But she never lost that old woo-woo
And every beauty contest would win...

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It's trying to Spring today
In Dublin's Phoenix Park
The trees are rising from the ashes of Winter
Dressing in a tentative coat of green
Like a thin leafy thong.

Against a bright mixed sky
Two butterflies, or possibly moths,
-The suns' light making identification impossible-
Play tag for supremacy of the skies
Silhouetted...

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If only you knew,
How many tears I've shed...
Or how painful it was,
To let you go...

The only way I could subdue the pain,
Was to accept my lost...

But thru it all,
The pain was still deep within...
A deep scar that stretched across my heart,
A wound that always bled...

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Amanda Lynn had a mandolin
And would sing the sweetest song
That when you heard her singin'
You would want to sing along
And then with her go sinnin'...

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There was a lady named Lynn.
Was told she was too thin. 
She ate to increase her size, 
Which led to her demise.
No coffin to fit her in....

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Our older sister, Lynn Ellen Dubarry.  Has an aggressive form of Leukemia. She has been transferred to Swedish Hospital's Edmonds Washington, USA. Hospice/comfort care. She is on their 8th floor.  I have requested she be allowed to see a Lutheran minister.  We...

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From the traces of Amelia Earhart
Her roots We could be tying
Considering how she had
Mastered "the Art of Flying"
So naturally doing her Snap rolls
The way a Computer geek
On the Internet, does his scrolls
Soaring through thin air
About the Earth's equator
Using her woman's intuition
To be her navigator
Knowing by...

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Oh, Lynn, my love, the end is lowly calling me
From wake to sleep, the ebbing of my life
Our summer's gone and all your flowers are lying
But I must go and leave you, loving wife

Come to me, when all your gardens thriving
Or when our land is...

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