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 Apr 2016 Rose
Francie Lynch
Listen to the aye-sayers;
Pay heed to the nay-sayers
For point and counter-point;
As Lear did with his fool,
As we did once in school.
Hear the sycophants and flatterers,
The realists and truists;
But in the end what matters,
Is the voice between your ears,
The sooth-sayer of future years.
 Apr 2016 Rose
hfallahpour
Cherish each moment
of life's game
play it with the joie de vivre
  and never say au revoir
to your dreams
Lilted notes upon rising tides
Drums of crashing waters shore
Water rippling and ocean sighs
A crescendo of a tempests roar

The screech of gulls taking flight
Melodious wind in water caves
Marvel here at the ocean's might
With the orchestra of the waves

See here the figures, singing loud
Harmony salty, sweet, and strong
Ocean creatures awed and cowed
At the hurricane of the siren's song
Testing out rhymes again

I want to be in the ocean where no one can find me
Knight is his armor
Damsel in her tower
Who are we, really
Under the facade?
Beyond the fantasy?
The knight stands
With his golden armor
And jewelled scabbard
Itching for his next ****
Or his next drink
Blood looks like wine
Under pale moonlight
The damsel, fretting
But not distressing
She has never known
The outside of her walls
She will take leaps of faith
And fall flat, or fly
Is risk worth reward?
These are the stories of old
The fantasies we tell ourselves
Not knowing the world
Is so much deeper than ink
And we enter woods
Expecting wolves
And leave with boys
Not knowing both hunger
For something, at least
And we know now
How to slay dragons, but
Not the ones within ourselves
We have seen our happy endings
But we have yet to attain them
 Apr 2016 Rose
Lost
Who Are You?
 Apr 2016 Rose
Lost
Who are you to worm your way into my life?
Who are you to stick your nose into my business?
Who are you to scar me with your knife?
Who are you to laugh at my skins thinness?

Why are you so incredibly invasive?
Why are you so undeniably malicious?
Why are you so desperate to be hated?
Why are you so harshly vicious?

Who am I to be unreasonably attacked?
Who am I to be relentlessly victimized?
Who am I to have my foundation cracked?
Who am I to have to be the only one civilized?

Why am I forced to still deal with your immaturity?
Why am I still having to defend myself against your blows?
Why am I being attacked because of your insecurity?
Why am I dealing with these questions I've posed?
Oh lordy..
 Apr 2016 Rose
Francie Lynch
I had a boss
When I worked,
A black-hearted sycophant
We'll call Bert.
There was no escaping
From this ****,
Unless Daddy'd sheathed
Before his squirt.
He was the smiling villain,
With a glad-handshake,
And a slap on the back:
One never knew of his scurrilous attacks
On reputation,
On self-esteem,
This viper slithered
In my Garden of Eden.
Richard III was referred to as one who smiles and is a villain.
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