Biography of Francesca Johnson
Happily living in a world of truths and open-ness.......nothing rocks my boat any more. Except my man.....
Francesca Johnson Poems
It's a community spirit. A matter of giving to those living alongside.
A Temporary Man
A temporary man can be a good distraction when filled with action
Long gone....... Moving on to better things.
You can have...alaties in every aspect of your life. You don't need to go to college
You little dumpling... So fluffy and endearing, floating on that sea of brown,
Anger? Don't languor under the name of 'soft'
Barry Of The Cut
He lives a life alone on his floating kingdom, A Dutch barge of immaculate neatness. Barry left a life of greed and falsehoods Many years ago
Two muntjac and a security guard. Barrier. Well-tended lawns.
One day I'll go back to Coalville and whisper you a hello. I'll see again those twinkling blue eyes,
Crossing A Line
I will cross that line between then and now, past and present.
De-Piping The Hash...
His 'n' hers corned beef hash. Got the mash
Dennis, You'Ve Got To Go.....
Dennis, you've got to go. I don't know who you are or where you came from.
She said she came from Cardiff. He thought she was a rare bit.
One washing line. Four black socks. Four days.
Lord Ledgie Of The Cut
Lord Ledgie, paintbrush bristling in his hands
“You can call me Ledgie, John or anything you like
but I’m known as Lord Ledgie, ” he says.
Tall and imperial with long flowing locks
And a battered old hat,
Sartorially inelegant but suitably attired
For his stature and eccentricity.
His Peacock lies still, silent, purple and proud