Francie Lynch


Francie Lynch Poems

881. Girls And Pearls 4/18/2017
882. Know-Alls 4/19/2017
883. Xavy, Do Me A Favor 4/22/2017
884. If We're Still Here When You Get Older 4/25/2017
885. What's It Take 5/6/2017
886. Endangered Species 5/6/2017
887. No Words Can Say 5/6/2017
888. The Miss, Misters And Mrs. 5/6/2017
889. I, Spongebob 5/8/2017
890. Kim 5/8/2017
891. An Endangered Species 5/8/2017
892. No Words 5/8/2017
893. We're All Native 5/11/2017
894. In+ri 5/11/2017
895. The Guffaw 5/12/2017
896. Yes Or No Won't Do 5/16/2017
897. Plodding 5/18/2017
898. Pisces 5/18/2017
899. I'm Leery, Dr. Timothy 5/19/2017
900. Old Fashioned Ice-Cream 5/22/2017
901. Harlequin Romance 6/1/2017
902. Last Day Of School 6/2/2017
903. Grass, Mosquitoes And Hearts 6/6/2017
904. Clipping Found In A Wallet 6/8/2017
905. Maggie's Getting Married 6/8/2017
906. John Died Tuesday Past 6/11/2017
907. It's A Wonder Any Of Us Are Here At All 6/13/2017
908. Golf For Life 6/15/2017
909. Promises... Promises... Promises 6/19/2017
910. Is There A Doctor In The Senate 6/20/2017
911. Simonize The Car, Biffo 6/21/2017
912. Butler's Snug 6/23/2017
913. I Don't Want To Grow Old 6/24/2017
914. What Would Truth Tell Me 6/24/2017
915. My Cup Runneth Over There 6/26/2017
916. At A Loss For Words 6/30/2017
917. The Age Of Entitlement 6/30/2017
918. Apologia Pro Vetus Hominibus 7/7/2017
919. I Will Age 7/8/2017
920. Home Is Where... 7/10/2017

Comments about Francie Lynch

There is no comment submitted by members..
Best Poem of Francie Lynch

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.

Read the full of A Child Is Born

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,

[Report Error]