Francie Lynch


Francie Lynch Poems

161. Christmas Eve Day 12/24/2014
162. That Girl Will Love Me 12/24/2014
163. Keep Heart 12/27/2014
164. A Blast Of His Breath 12/29/2014
165. Polarize 12/29/2014
166. Honest Lies 12/29/2014
167. The Anatomy Of Discord 12/24/2014
168. Cutters 12/29/2014
169. Tell Them To Go 12/29/2014
170. Dream To Be 1/3/2015
171. We Need More Tomorrows 1/3/2015
172. I Am Guilty 1/4/2015
173. Boys With Toys 1/5/2015
174. The Sneak Thief 1/5/2015
175. Three Wise Mutes (An Epiphany Poem) 1/5/2015
176. To Think I Could 1/10/2015
177. Rory Richards In His Pew 12/29/2014
178. There's No Free Verse 12/29/2014
179. Truth Is Lying 12/29/2014
180. Time Won'T Tell 12/30/2014
181. I Was Co-Joined 12/30/2014
182. Go Wild: A Resolution 12/31/2014
183. Veronica's Veil 1/11/2015
184. Memorial Walls 1/14/2015
185. I Brought A Poem Into A Room 1/16/2015
186. Your Name 1/16/2015
187. Bullfrongs In Bras (10w) 1/18/2015
188. Did We 1/18/2015
189. Honeycomb Gold 1/18/2015
190. A Happy Mouse 1/18/2015
191. If I Say I Hate You 1/18/2015
192. I'M Not Remiss 1/18/2015
193. Am I Absurd 1/18/2015
194. The Passion In One's Eyes 1/18/2015
195. I Did A Spliff With Neil Young 1/18/2015
196. Who Cleans Up The Mess 1/18/2015
197. Raw 1/18/2015
198. Paradoxes 1/18/2015
199. I'Ve Lost My Saints 1/18/2015
200. Post Traumatic Stress 1/18/2015

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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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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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