Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch Poems

801. Christmas Still Two Weeks Away 12/11/2016
802. The Warmth Of Winter 12/12/2016
803. Put Pressure On 12/12/2016
804. Woodies 12/17/2016
805. A Room And A Spoon 12/18/2016
806. Wear The Wellies 12/19/2016
807. The Power Of Prayer 12/19/2016
808. The Average Joe And Jane 12/19/2016
809. God Removed His Hand 12/21/2016
810. Solstice (10w) 12/21/2016
811. Her Poem Is Born 12/21/2016
812. Another Great Dane 12/21/2016
813. First Christmas: The Gift Of Giving 12/25/2016
814. Good Health To You 12/30/2016
815. Nuclear Family 12/30/2016
816. New Star In The Night 12/30/2016
817. Sincerely, Mary 1/1/2017
818. Predilection: A Petition 1/2/2017
819. Win-Sin, Sin-Win 1/4/2017
820. The Daily 1/4/2017
821. What Was It That He Said 1/5/2017
822. Overdue 1/7/2017
823. You Know Who You Are 1/7/2017
824. Potatode 1/8/2017
825. Running For Cover 1/10/2017
826. Your House And Home 1/13/2017
827. I Count Dead People 1/14/2017
828. Arms That Once Held Me 1/14/2017
829. George Gordon 1/17/2017
830. Race Has No Second Place 1/17/2017
831. If You're Naked, Laugh 1/21/2017
832. Crazy Katie Digs Up A Dog 1/23/2017
833. When I Was Young And Free 1/29/2017
834. Mexico 1/29/2017
835. Attention, First Class Private Poet 2/6/2017
836. Damned For All Time 3/27/2017
837. The Cream Between The Wafers 3/27/2017
838. Being And Nothngness 3/27/2017
839. Just Plain White Loaves 3/27/2017
840. Or Something Just Like That 3/27/2017

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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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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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