Francie Lynch


Francie Lynch Poems

561. Death Of A Limerick 9/19/2015
562. Our Janus-Masked Moon 9/22/2015
563. Collateral Damage 9/22/2015
564. Costume Party 9/23/2015
565. Like Father... 9/25/2015
566. I Slap My Back 9/25/2015
567. Keep Chiselling 11/10/2015
568. Tinder 11/10/2015
569. An Only Child 11/10/2015
570. Play It Again, Will 11/11/2015
571. Skye 11/11/2015
572. Missing 11/13/2015
573. Tea And Scones 11/14/2015
574. I Didn't Do It 11/16/2015
575. At My Door 11/18/2015
576. Peace In My Mind 11/20/2015
577. I Will Surely Be Second 11/20/2015
578. It's A Crime Scene 11/20/2015
579. The Stopwatch 11/20/2015
580. Reclining Into A Smile 11/21/2015
581. Standing On His Head In A Bucket 11/24/2015
582. A Most Pleasant Irony 11/24/2015
583. Daily Signs 11/24/2015
584. Found 11/24/2015
585. There Is A Stopwatch 11/24/2015
586. Aine's Toes 11/25/2015
587. More Or Less 11/27/2015
588. Paper Chains 12/19/2015
589. The Hood Whistler 12/24/2015
590. Lynch's Castle 12/24/2015
591. Free Will 12/24/2015
592. Still Standing There 12/28/2015
593. House Guests 12/28/2015
594. Borne On A Promise 12/28/2015
595. Father-In-Law's Obit 1/6/2016
596. Vegas... Baby 1/6/2016
597. I'm Repeating Myself Too Much 1/7/2016
598. Candles In The Air 1/7/2016
599. The Conclave 1/8/2016
600. Nausea Attack 1/8/2016

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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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Walls

From first flesh we walk down widening halls
That lead to lives of wonderous walls.

Our spidered fingers gripped walls of brick,
Cruets, cups and candle sticks.
Incense burned near open graves,
When we two believed we too were saved.

Within Annex walls we learned our phonics,

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