Francie Lynch


Francie Lynch Poems

1121. A Latent Thanks To My Superheroes 2/6/2015
1122. First Snow 1/18/2015
1123. Don'T Tell Me What To Do 1/2/2015
1124. Entombed Too Long 2/6/2015
1125. Pornography 1/23/2015
1126. The World Is My Cathedral 1/17/2015
1127. Deja Vu Again 1/18/2015
1128. Heathcliff 1/14/2015
1129. Aine's Friends 1/10/2015
1130. Something Systemic 12/29/2014
1131. Lullaby Of Night Sounds 12/24/2014
1132. It's Christless Time Again 12/15/2014
1133. A Copy-Cat Romantic 12/24/2014
1134. I'M A Piece Of Work 9/17/2014
1135. This Friendship Has Sunk 9/2/2014
1136. Obsession 8/30/2014
1137. La Grande Dame 5/22/2014
1138. The Cardinal 3/21/2014
1139. A Kiss Is A Sentence 3/6/2014
1140. Lambs To Market 2/1/2014
1141. Timothy's Lullaby 1/31/2014
1142. Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis 3/3/2014
1143. Loving Service 2/1/2014
1144. What's A Plumber's Ball? 1/30/2014
1145. Ecce Puer. Ecce Homo. Ecce Puer. 1/31/2014
1146. Winter Lights 1/29/2014
1147. A Silver Chain Of Being 5/26/2014
1148. The Gypsy Woman 7/20/2014
1149. Love Is An Alibi 7/15/2014
1150. Remember Who You Are 9/17/2014
1151. The Cavern: Here Comes The Sun 12/9/2014
1152. Lake Huron Winter Wind 12/10/2014
1153. The Cock Of The Walk 1/18/2015
1154. Byron's Wee Peeps 2/6/2015
1155. If You Need A Poet Laureate 1/19/2015
1156. Acts Of Kindness 2/6/2015
1157. When A Woman Approaches 2/6/2015
1158. No Thanks 2/9/2015
1159. Clever Is Not Poetry 2/16/2015
1160. Llap 3/1/2015

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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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I Was Just A Witness

A light cracked the door,
And then we hear:
'All rise.'
I witnessed Justice
Behind the glass, in a box:
He scratched and stretched
Skin over his eyes and brows and stubbled face,
Needing a fix for his appearance.
Something was unbalanced

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