Francie Lynch


Francie Lynch Poems

1281. Death Is All Around 8/6/2015
1282. Humanity's Vanity 8/11/2015
1283. I Always Wanted 7/24/2015
1284. Phenomenal Poems 7/14/2015
1285. Take It From A Father 6/22/2015
1286. Lighthouse Eyes 4/5/2014
1287. Red, Red 2/9/2015
1288. The Fucked For Life Club 12/19/2014
1289. This Temple 10/26/2019
1290. Don't Go Yet 3/22/2019
1291. Whistling Dixie 10/4/2019
1292. Fifty And Counting 11/11/2019
1293. Beingness And Nothingness 7/16/2019
1294. It's True 2/19/2019
1295. Which Season 12/18/2017
1296. The Oral Office 1/2/2019
1297. Worry Begets Worries 9/11/2017
1298. Last Call 11/1/2017
1299. Blank Verse: An Invisible Poem (Fill In) 1/4/2018
1300. The Unborn 2/27/2018
1301. I Get No Sleep 8/7/2017
1302. Glasgow Cathedral 11/7/2015
1303. Talking To Strangers 11/10/2015
1304. My Heart's A Boiling Cauldron 11/27/2015
1305. A Word To The Wise 5/11/2017
1306. Life's A Puzzle 3/5/2016
1307. Secrets 11/5/2015
1308. Everything's Back In Vogue 8/16/2015
1309. Teachers 9/15/2015
1310. I Have To Pee 1/19/2015
1311. The Dogs' Days Of Winter 1/13/2015
1312. The Leprechaun's Ball 3/17/2015
1313. Up To My Funny Bone 2/19/2015
1314. We're Not Laundry 12/8/2015
1315. What's In A Name 3/19/2018
1316. Ice-Cream 3/3/2015
1317. How I Measure Time 4/22/2015
1318. Teaching Lesson 7/30/2015
1319. Close Friend 8/31/2018
1320. Lucifer Wept 3/10/2016

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A Revolution's Coming

There's a Revolution coming,
The boots are on the streets;
It's calling from the graves,
We're stirring from our sleep.
There's a hunger in the eyes,
The troops are on their feet.
The revolutions's coming
And the enemy's in retreat.

The mob appeal
Is running lights,
Towered minions
Join the fight
To rein in one percent
From their lusty heights.
Desks in towers,
Facades of power,
Will tumble to defeat.
The gravity of their greed
Will drag them through the streets.

The bell at four
Will sound no more;
The chorus ...

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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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