Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch Poems

1161. Teachers 9/15/2015
1162. I Have To Pee 1/19/2015
1163. The Dogs' Days Of Winter 1/13/2015
1164. The Leprechaun's Ball 3/17/2015
1165. Active Vs. Passive 1/18/2015
1166. Death Is All Around 8/6/2015
1167. Ice-Cream 3/3/2015
1168. How I Measure Time 4/22/2015
1169. Teaching Lesson 7/30/2015
1170. Elegy For Dead Poets 9/26/2015
1171. Lucifer Wept 3/10/2016
1172. The Lads Are Streaming Porn 1/18/2015
1173. The Flight Ahead Of Me 4/1/2015
1174. My Poem Is My True Selfie 6/10/2014
1175. Not All Fathers Are Dads 6/2/2016
1176. Were There Five? 1/31/2014
1177. Chaos 1/11/2015
1178. Mary Jane Died Last Night 5/20/2015
1179. A Child Is Born 12/18/2015

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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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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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