Francie Lynch


Francie Lynch Poems

761. The Recital 10/31/2016
762. Talk Shows 10/31/2016
763. Our Corner Graveyard 11/3/2016
764. The X Casting 11/3/2016
765. The Killer's Already Inside 11/3/2016
766. Ticker-Tape Parade 11/6/2016
767. Magic Box 11/6/2016
768. Btv / Atv / Ptv 11/12/2016
769. Mayor Wills Rawana 11/13/2016
770. What A Boner 11/14/2016
771. Long Line-Up To Hell 11/14/2016
772. Senseless Bigotry 11/20/2016
773. Not Because Of Colour 11/21/2016
774. Estranged Stranger 11/22/2016
775. I Have Found My Saviour 11/23/2016
776. If I Had But Twenty-Four Hours 11/27/2016
777. The Grand Opening (10w) 11/27/2016
778. Ungowa 11/27/2016
779. Does The Light Get In 12/1/2016
780. Skinning The Cat 12/1/2016
781. Ladders 12/2/2016
782. My Oleander 12/2/2016
783. Now, That You're Gone 12/5/2016
784. Where I Ought To Be 12/5/2016
785. Just Wear A Ribbon 12/6/2016
786. Monkeys All Around 12/6/2016
787. A Toast 12/11/2016
788. Lost Treasure 12/11/2016
789. Christmas Still Two Weeks Away 12/11/2016
790. The Warmth Of Winter 12/12/2016
791. Put Pressure On 12/12/2016
792. Woodies 12/17/2016
793. A Room And A Spoon 12/18/2016
794. Wear The Wellies 12/19/2016
795. The Power Of Prayer 12/19/2016
796. The Average Joe And Jane 12/19/2016
797. God Removed His Hand 12/21/2016
798. Solstice (10w) 12/21/2016
799. Her Poem Is Born 12/21/2016
800. Another Great Dane 12/21/2016

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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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Wormhole Dreams

Some nights I spiral up
to my wormhole dreams
and stay
till morning light
people that have left
are there
some still here
are there too
travelling at the speed of time

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