Francie Lynch


Francie Lynch Poems

961. Wading In Water 8/16/2017
962. Vestal Virgin Viagra 8/18/2017
963. Resign (8 W And 1 Exclamation) 8/19/2017
964. If They Spoke 8/23/2017
965. Gps Poetry 8/25/2017
966. Catfish Politicos 8/25/2017
967. A Family Of Colour 8/29/2017
968. Broken 8/29/2017
969. It Ain't Broken 9/1/2017
970. Is Elvis Dead 9/5/2017
971. I Well Know This Day 9/5/2017
972. The Likeness Of Me 9/7/2017
973. Kilmainhan Gaol 11/3/2017
974. One Moment 11/3/2017
975. I Am The Ark 11/7/2017
976. The Erin Rosary 11/9/2017
977. Foregone Forgiveness 11/12/2017
978. Still Lifes 11/13/2017
979. Going Viral 11/15/2017
980. Love 11/17/2017
981. If I Could Do It Again... 11/18/2017
982. La La Hollywoodland Buttercup 11/22/2017
983. To What Avail 11/24/2017
984. Outside The Envelope 11/28/2017
985. I Can't Forget What Never Happened -new- 12/1/2017
986. Complicity -new- 12/6/2017
987. Virgin Snow -new- 12/9/2017
988. Tears And Blisters -new- 12/12/2017
989. Frank Was Lying -new- 12/14/2017
990. Between Seasons 9/12/2017
991. Life Long Friend 9/14/2017
992. My Mother's Brogue 9/14/2017
993. I Don't Like That Picture 9/17/2017
994. Dancing During The Night 9/18/2017
995. Who Reads Poetry Anyway 9/19/2017
996. Out Of The Closet 9/28/2017
997. With Who I Am 9/28/2017
998. Plot Summary 9/30/2017
999. Where Have All The Assassins Gone 10/1/2017
1000. Measuring Up 10/31/2017

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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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Sliding Into Home

From here they filled the sidewalk,
Three abreast, heading east towards the corner
With their balls and sticks.
The flankers often turned their heads centre.
They'd return with
Bravado and shirts around their waists.
The stories I would hear, or read.

I recall Charlie beyond the rail and altar

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