Biography of Francis Duggan
- Lost In Translation -new-
- I Thought I Had Worries -new-
- The Rose Of Semaphore -new-
- The Rhymers -new-
- I Always Have Loved Mother Nature Since ... -new-
- Old Ron -new-
- Children In Their Innocence -new-
- Homesick For Meningie -new-
- Beauty And Wisdom -new-
- In Memory -new-
- An Aussie On Paper Is All I Can Be -new-
- The Only God That I Do Know Of -new-
- Another Football Season Down At The Loca... -new-
- In The Blue And Clear Sky -new-
Francis Duggan Poems
Racism Is Around Me Everywhere
Of human ignorance I am almost in despair For racism is around me everywhere But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.
A Beautiful Day
In the blue sky just a few specks of gray In the evening of a beautiful day Though last night it rained and more rain on the way And that more rain is needed 'twould be fair to say
A Ballad Of Wasted Years
I have walked through tougher Harlem where few strangers dare to go And I've been in London City in the rain and in the snow And I've worked in inner Melbourne in the searing summer heat And believe me if I tell you I have earned the bread I eat.
A Beautiful Person With A Heart Of Gold
She sees things of beauty in all that she see And what's beautiful to her seems ugly to me What to her is a flower to me is a weed We do seem so different so different indeed.
The Sound Of Laughter
The sound of laughter is a thing of beauty for laughter spreads the very gift of joy That people they are drawn to happy people is not that hard for to understand why Since everybody wishes to be happy and laughter it spreads happiness around And only the heartless could not like the sound of laughter for laughter is a very happy sound,
Behind the facade of our big egos we constantly do hide And pride of five letters is only that just pride And some will even tell you pride comes before a fall From life we have been learning from before we learned to crawl,
A Beautiful Person
She has little money to enjoy or spend But to other people she is a good friend To help out her poverty line neighbours she goes out of her way And for her assistance she never asks for pay.
A Beautiful Morning In May
The bluebells adorn the ditch of the bohreen And on the hedgerows and in leafy groves of Dereen The songbirds are singing in the dawning gray Just before sunrise on a beautiful day
A Beautiful Evening
A Beautiful evening in March in the early Fall The magpies are fluting the corellas call And the red wattlebirds on the blossoming trees Their loud cacklings carrying in the freshening breeze.
This Is The Football Season
This is the football Season it is that time of year When men in the pub talk football as they enjoy their beer And look forward to September when one club will fly the winner's flag The team that wins the Premiership gives their fans the right to brag.
When Children Lose Their Innocence
The innocence of childhood it is a marvellous thing And all children are untainted in their life's early Spring But by the time they've reached their teens their innocence they've lost And the experience that we gain from age always comes at a cost.
Your Friend A Friend For Lifetime
Acquaintances are many but friends are very rare For with a true and trusting friend your secrets you can share Your friend will comfort you and advise you and you will not betray Your friend will never disown you and as your friend will stay
Some one mentioned the 'Holocaust' the old Jewish man said 'no' Such word i do not wish to hear that happened years ago Then he slowly folded up his sleeve and numbers etched in blue Told of the sufferings he'd known and all he had been through.
Leave Nature To Nature
Have you ever seen the offspring of a cross between a sheep and goat Of the parents in the young one you can see a bit of both With the physical appearance of a goat and sheep strange as that may appear Born of an act of Nature and in Nature of stranger things one does hear.
The Plain Looking Bird
The plain looking bird with the beautiful song
Once seen and once heard you never again get him wrong
A plain gray to brown bird grey shrike thrush is his name
Near to human dwellings his kind seem almost tame
His song is so flute like and pleasant to hear
And so very recognizable and melodiously clear
His kind among Nature's leading minstrels such pleasure they do give
By the borders of woodlands they seem to prefer to live
Birds that i see and hear often though not every day