Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch Poems

1201. The Leprechaun's Ball 3/17/2015
1202. Active Vs. Passive 1/18/2015
1203. My Attic's Full Of Thank You's 8/28/2014
1204. Ice-Cream 3/3/2015
1205. How I Measure Time 4/22/2015
1206. Teaching Lesson 7/30/2015
1207. Elegy For Dead Poets 9/26/2015
1208. Lucifer Wept 3/10/2016
1209. The Lads Are Streaming Porn 1/18/2015
1210. The Flight Ahead Of Me 4/1/2015
1211. Not All Fathers Are Dads 6/2/2016
1212. My Poem Is My True Selfie 6/10/2014
1213. Were There Five? 1/31/2014
1214. Chaos 1/11/2015
1215. Mary Jane Died Last Night 5/20/2015
1216. A Child Is Born 12/18/2015

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


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]