Francie Lynch


Francie Lynch Poems

481. Six Words To Live By 7/23/2015
482. Off And On; On And Off 7/23/2015
483. Transplanted Love 7/23/2015
484. A Retiree's Work Week 7/23/2015
485. The Eternal Theme 3/27/2015
486. Boring Bliss 3/28/2015
487. Happy Birthday Duchess 3/30/2015
488. The Obsessionist 3/30/2015
489. I'M A Stranger 3/30/2015
490. Ole Hunchback 3/31/2015
491. Kisses Gone Astray 4/1/2015
492. The Dregs 4/1/2015
493. Polaris 7/25/2015
494. One Word Poem (1w) 7/26/2015
495. Unknown Friends 7/27/2015
496. Respite (10w) 7/27/2015
497. Mr. Fawcett 7/27/2015
498. Conflicted Resolution 7/27/2015
499. Picture Perfect Self Portrait 7/28/2015
500. Blood Red Tomatoes 7/28/2015
501. Orbituary 7/29/2015
502. A Pandemic Of Awkward Confusion 7/29/2015
503. Narcis-Stick (10w) 7/29/2015
504. Nobody Speaks 7/29/2015
505. A Piss Up 8/6/2015
506. Take A Dump 8/6/2015
507. Clouding The Issue 8/6/2015
508. The Eighth Seal 8/7/2015
509. The Dropball 8/7/2015
510. Some Cops (10w) 8/7/2015
511. Our Home And Native Land 8/8/2015
512. It Doesn'T Make Sense 8/8/2015
513. The Dychotomy Of Life (10w) 8/10/2015
514. Shart Attack 8/10/2015
515. Soo True 8/10/2015
516. Just Waiting As A Poem 8/10/2015
517. It Makes No Sense 8/10/2015
518. I Have Compared 8/11/2015
519. The Amazing Heart (10w) 8/11/2015
520. Last Of The Ashes 8/17/2015

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A Child Is Born

I don't know destitute.
I could use the bathrooms
In McDonalds,
If I eat there.
I'm no refugee.
Neither are you.
We have computers, not canvas.
I warmed up the coffee today
And the dishwasher needs to go through
For the third time this week.
Homeless: We have them.
Poor: We'll always have them.
Hungry: Look to the soup kitchens.
Sick: The gurneys are lined in the halls.
Death: It's all around, and increasing.
And still, in that tent or Uber taxi
A child is born to change all this.

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I Was Just A Witness

A light cracked the door,
And then we hear:
'All rise.'
I witnessed Justice
Behind the glass, in a box:
He scratched and stretched
Skin over his eyes and brows and stubbled face,
Needing a fix for his appearance.
Something was unbalanced

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