Francie Lynch


Francie Lynch Poems

41. Ground Control 4/11/2014
42. A Poem Is Like A Tickle 4/12/2014
43. Don Quixote 4/15/2014
44. Still Running 4/16/2014
45. If You Do Date 4/22/2014
46. A Sapient Curriculum 4/25/2014
47. I Knew I'D Use It Someday 4/29/2014
48. Winter Veins 4/30/2014
49. Your Eyes... Stealing Light 5/2/2014
50. I'M Next To An Idiot 5/9/2014
51. Mammy 5/11/2014
52. One Diluvial Ounce 5/12/2014
53. Bleeding Picture 5/13/2014
54. Cover Story 5/13/2014
55. Uniform Poets 5/14/2014
56. It Was The Cheap Polish Coal 5/15/2014
57. I Was It 5/18/2014
58. In That Country 5/18/2014
59. Stopping By Frost's Home 5/20/2014
60. Achilles' Heels 5/20/2014
61. Pkunt 5/21/2014
62. Fingerprints 5/21/2014
63. Exorcising You 5/28/2014
64. Mammy Said 5/28/2014
65. Byron 5/29/2014
66. Feed My Sheep? 5/31/2014
67. One On One 6/3/2014
68. Don'T Dwell On Death 6/4/2014
69. Wishing For Death 6/6/2014
70. The Heart's My Reality 7/21/2014
71. Posing For Posterity 7/21/2014
72. Our World Is Losing Gravity 7/23/2014
73. The Poet's Right 7/23/2014
74. Happy Birthday... Right 7/24/2014
75. After Equinox 7/27/2014
76. The 'I's Have It 7/27/2014
77. The Garage Sale Blues 7/29/2014
78. The Other Holocausts 7/29/2014
79. Death Is Way Overrated 7/30/2014
80. Your Emerald Eyes 7/31/2014

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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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