Francie Lynch


Francie Lynch Poems

361. You Were A Tree 5/11/2015
362. Hallmark Holidays 5/11/2015
363. Zoo-Osophy 5/11/2015
364. The Night Watch 5/12/2015
365. Scottish Vikings 5/12/2015
366. The Blue Demon 5/12/2015
367. Stolen Apple 5/12/2015
368. No Mediator Necessary 5/13/2015
369. A Humble Apology 5/13/2015
370. The Silver Screen 5/13/2015
371. Sleep, Baby, Sleep 5/13/2015
372. Where To Find A Poem 5/15/2015
373. You've Got Eight Seconds 5/15/2015
374. The Meaning 5/18/2015
375. Bugger Off (10w) 5/18/2015
376. Lost Verse (10w) 5/18/2015
377. King Of Kings 5/18/2015
378. Drop That Stone 5/18/2015
379. Haunted House 5/19/2015
380. Firecracker Day 5/19/2015
381. Meditating In A Copse 5/19/2015
382. Lgbtqia 5/21/2015
383. A Freudian Ship 5/21/2015
384. The Anatomy Of Loss 5/22/2015
385. Some Kids' Parents 5/22/2015
386. The Gap 5/25/2015
387. Just When You Thought No One Was Looking 5/25/2015
388. Lake Orion Philosophy 5/29/2015
389. Our World Is In Bits 5/31/2015
390. It's Easy 5/31/2015
391. Why Do Men Lie 5/31/2015
392. Hate Mongerers 6/1/2015
393. Decartes' Too Smart 6/1/2015
394. 'T' Time 6/2/2015
395. Weeks 6/2/2015
396. Diagnosis 6/5/2015
397. You're Not The Centre Of The Universe 6/6/2015
398. Regret & Remorse 6/6/2015
399. Dutch Door 6/6/2015
400. Look On-Line 6/7/2015

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A Revolution's Coming

There's a Revolution coming,
The boots are on the streets;
It's calling from the graves,
We're stirring from our sleep.
There's a hunger in the eyes,
The troops are on their feet.
The revolutions's coming
And the enemy's in retreat.

The mob appeal
Is running lights,
Towered minions
Join the fight
To rein in one percent
From their lusty heights.
Desks in towers,
Facades of power,
Will tumble to defeat.
The gravity of their greed
Will drag them through the streets.

The bell at four
Will sound no more;
The chorus ...

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Usk

That field stone bridge, as bridges do,
Waits over brown waters, joing roads where
Legions marching, marched on and on.
Her waters breached the ocean, bringing back
Bottles, birds and songs.

In the morning between the columns,
The water breaks from sloping bends,
But under the evening light, when the house

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