Francie Lynch Poems

How do I loathe thee? There aren't enough ways.
I loathe your birth, your girth; the lack of mirth
My tired spirit can reach under your curse;
For loss of truth on your tenuous stay.
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"I'm gonna, " isn't good enough,
And good enough's not far enough,
And far enough's not near enough
To get us half-way there.
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Stupid is as stupid does.
Tupid is as tupid sounds.
Upid is as upid sounds.
Pid is as pid sounds.
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The Receptionist's counter is too close to the forever waiting room.
The Nexts are trying their patient penances;
Some seem to read;
Others appear to listen to the television;
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Don't give up on me. Please.
I'm begging you.
I know that look.
You're shutting down.
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I would find the rainbow's end
To reclaim lost treasures
That went missing over my many years.
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I have attended non-events.
Stood on the curb,
But no parade marched by.
I have cheered from the bleachers
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This is the last summer.
Two lads of thirteen sauntered past;
One in barefoot with a backpack;
One in khaki shorts, with shoes and black socks
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You can be a boulder,
Unmoveable, hard, stoic;
But every stone is permeable,
The rock becomes sand...
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