Best Francine Poems

'Tis true Francine... those lovers two...
On that Road to Kiloree...
Were to find a path quite new...
As love they found under oaken tree...
Yet theirs was naught but journey bright...
As your sentiment didst see...

Thus 'tis so must now I go...
Amidst those thoughts of yours...
To find my way...

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Friendly and witty, at least in my mind.
Rock and classical, my music combined.
Artistic and creative, when I want to be.
No longer dependant, happy to be free.
Casual and retro, my chosen form of dress.
Insecure at times, not fond of stress.
Need personal space, probably too much.
Enjoys being...

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Francine..

Not by far, as pretty are,
you are, my sweet Francine,
out of reach, my silver star,
too out of reach my queen:(
love,
Don 

16-july-11

to search and look beyond the tune,
search n wonder will it ruin,
suck on wine, the half flago0n:)
till thoughts get a reaction

them little women turn your...

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you can have your Mr Sorbo,

men about, i doesn't dream,

but that big dark girl in sandal's

who wields a sword so mean,

could get a deaf mute Camel,

to utter words obscene,

mind games hey baby doll,

no one comes here in between.
Don :(...

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Green eyes and golden hair,
My Mother's pride and joy.
She already had a boy
But she longed for a daughter fair.

Francis was the family name
For Father, Grandfather and brother
But Mother said "No, not another".
My name would not be the same.

Francine was the name she chose.
It was similar...

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Up north on the west coast of North America
lies the Canadian province of British Columbia.
There lives a lady with poetic prowess.
With her words, she is quite a prolific poetess.
There is one thing that appears to be her hobby.
In her house, this lady has an aviary.
This...

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This looks like an ordinary carpet, but it’s a flying machine.
Would you like to come aboard and take a ride with me, Francine?
We can see what the world looks like from up in the sky.
Just get on with me, and away we will fly.

All we...

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I admire the work by our own Francine.
She writes things descriptively clear and clean.
Each new submission I eagerly anticipate.
‘I will gladly read it because I’ll know it’s great.

Francine comes from the north in British Columbia
That’s the westernmost province up in Canada.
She lives with a very...

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Sweet Francine

Sweet Francine if you were Queen
I’d be your Knight in Armor
I’d fight for you, to self be true
You lovely little charmer.

If deadly peril crossed our path
My sword would clear the way
Fight to the death and laugh
Though death might find a way

In any fight this...

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Of nature's beauty,the lady writes.
Spring's renewal or winter squall.
Her eyes drink in the many sights.
From summer bouquets to trees in fall.

The words come sweet and gently flow.
About her animal friends she writes.
Birds in flight,creatures below.
Those sunny days and moonlit nights.

Along the paper her pen cascades.
Bringing...

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Francine, of contests,

the sullen cause the bitey claws,
as the proud poet seeks a place,
jerking open mental doors,
encompassing mental flaws,
blind true judgement, deftly insures,
who gets the honored place?
perhaps?

Don Johnson 24-july-11...

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