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Francie Lynch Apr 2015
Francie
Francie Lynch
Apr 2015
Francie* is
An odd boy's name;
Uncle Francie
Has the same;
Uncle Francie
Is to blame.
Francis
Is a real boy's name;
It's on documents.
Yet Francie
Is the one that stuck.
But when I turned twenty-two,
I introduced myself as
Fran,
Sounding more like a man.
I got tired of repeating,
Francie rhymes with Nancy.
I got tired of hearing,
How do you spell that, Dearie?
When I drove a limosine,
Clients called me Francine.
When I faltered, when I drank,
I told the cops
My name was Frank.
I believe I'm the same
No matter what I'm called by name.
And even though
My ego's fraying,
I'm pleased to turn
To someone shouting,
*Hey, Francie,
You're **** good looking.
An odd boy's name;
Uncle Francie
Has the same;
Uncle Francie
Is to blame.
Francis
Is a real boy's name;
It's on documents.
Yet Francie
Is the one that stuck.
But when I turned twenty-two,
I introduced myself as
Fran,
Sounding more like a man.
I got tired of repeating,
Francie rhymes with Nancy.
I got tired of hearing,
How do you spell that, Dearie?
When I drove a limosine,
Clients called me Francine.
When I faltered, when I drank,
I told the cops
My name was Frank.
I believe I'm the same
No matter what I'm called by name.
And even though
My ego's fraying,
I'm pleased to turn
To someone shouting,
*Hey, Francie,
You're **** good looking.
A poem titled with one's own name. This is the epitome of vanity.
I also got "Francie pants," of course.
Francie is a common name for boys in Ireland, but fecking lot that does for me in Canada.
I also got "Francie pants," of course.
Francie is a common name for boys in Ireland, but fecking lot that does for me in Canada.
Francie Lynch Mar 2018
Francie
Francie Lynch
Mar 2018
Francie really is my name.
Uncle Francie has the same;
Uncle Francie is to blame.
Francis is my legal name;
But I was never called the same.
Francie is the one that stuck,
Don't talk to me about Irish luck.
But when I turned twenty-two,
I introduced myself as
Fran,
Sounding more like a man.
I got tired of re-repeating,
Francie, you know, rhymes with Nancy.
I was exhausted of always hearing,
Could you spell that for me Dearie?
When I drove a limosine,
Clients called me Francois.
When I faltered, when I drank,
I told the cops
My name was Frank.
I believe I'm the same
No matter what I'm called by name.
And even though
My ego's fraying,
I'm pleased to turn
If you call saying,
It's good to see you well, Francie.
Uncle Francie has the same;
Uncle Francie is to blame.
Francis is my legal name;
But I was never called the same.
Francie is the one that stuck,
Don't talk to me about Irish luck.
But when I turned twenty-two,
I introduced myself as
Fran,
Sounding more like a man.
I got tired of re-repeating,
Francie, you know, rhymes with Nancy.
I was exhausted of always hearing,
Could you spell that for me Dearie?
When I drove a limosine,
Clients called me Francois.
When I faltered, when I drank,
I told the cops
My name was Frank.
I believe I'm the same
No matter what I'm called by name.
And even though
My ego's fraying,
I'm pleased to turn
If you call saying,
It's good to see you well, Francie.
A poem titled with one's own name. This is the epitome of vanity.
I also got "Francie pants," of course.
Francie is a common name for boys in Ireland, but a fecking lot that does for me in Canada.
I also got "Francie pants," of course.
Francie is a common name for boys in Ireland, but a fecking lot that does for me in Canada.
Siddartha Montik May 2017
Francie! Francie!
Siddartha Montik
May 2017
Catch me at the End of the World,
Hold me when I fall from heights,
You reached my hand and held it tight,
Tell me 'there is GOD, and you believe too',
We share his goodness in our days
Utter his words through your silence and or even taboo!
Nothing is beyond his creation, Everything as is
We can never cross his design for certain!
He 'is' perfection and humbles us with modesty
Yet we go on to make our own rules
Often Misunderstanding of his intentions
And yet he forgives us though we are fools
His Kindness and patience will all makes that sense
that some day we all will get to know him
But God lets us only have our look at him
thru all his creation in Nature or the Universe!
(Francie your words and mine entangled
like roots of two side by side trees yet so far)
Hold me when I fall from heights,
You reached my hand and held it tight,
Tell me 'there is GOD, and you believe too',
We share his goodness in our days
Utter his words through your silence and or even taboo!
Nothing is beyond his creation, Everything as is
We can never cross his design for certain!
He 'is' perfection and humbles us with modesty
Yet we go on to make our own rules
Often Misunderstanding of his intentions
And yet he forgives us though we are fools
His Kindness and patience will all makes that sense
that some day we all will get to know him
But God lets us only have our look at him
thru all his creation in Nature or the Universe!
(Francie your words and mine entangled
like roots of two side by side trees yet so far)
Siddartha Montik