Diarmuid Duggan

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Diarmuid Duggan Biography

A childhood spent in Birmingham, England, and Co Limerick, Ireland and most of my adult life in Australia, with a few other places in between.Not one for the 'conventional' rules of society or poetry writing, for that matter.But do enjoy reading all forms of poetry and, with my own writing, I tend to focus on my own observations of the human condition.My initial interest in poetry was sparked by my English teacher while reluctantly attending secondary school in Newcastle West, and to him, I tip my hat.)

The Best Poem Of Diarmuid Duggan

6.21am

I sat down to switch on the computer,
a news paper about to be read.
cigarette smoke came through a window,
a tabby asked to be fed.

A kettle boiled in a kitchen,
a spoon in a cup standing by.
A farmhand mustered some sheep up
for shearing, while its still dry.

An aeroplane touched down on a runway,
the first of its six, but on time.
An eleven year old boy in Cambodia,
accidentally stepped on a mine.

A celebrity on a red leather sofa,
sat there and wondered, 'what else? '.
two drunks on a lane in the city,
laughed as they sipped their Moselle.

Piaf sang a song in the background.
She sang it in French about death.
A man on his way to his workplace
rolled his car and took his last breath.

A woman in a camp in Somalia
her head in her hand in despair.
A teenager sits in her bedroom
with a straightener, to straighten her hair.

In a hospital with Dr's and Nurses
a baby is born that is blue.
I glance at the clock near the fireplace
and notice it's six twenty two.

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