Biography of Francis Duggan
- From Penola To Narracoorte -new-
- From Coleraine To Casterton -new-
- Men Die And Kill For -new-
- There Are Gifted -new-
- The Gray Shrike Thrushes -new-
- The Bell That Rang For Him Today -new-
- In Park Lake Pertobe -new-
- Suppose You Are What You Are -new-
- The Pride Of Duhallow -new-
- How So Very Cruel -new-
- I May Never Climb Clara Mountain Again -new-
- Years Ago Penning Rhymes -new-
- Kathleen O' Riordan -new-
- The Grieving And Sad -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
People of many Nations of black and white and brown They celebrate their cultures in the big park in the town Migrants and children of migrants from places near and far away Their cultures are celebrating on Multicultural Day
I Love This Land Australia
I love this Land Australia of gum and wattle tree This vast and sunlit Continent is home from home for me And though I come from a distant Land when I have had my day Than underneath Australian soil where better place to lay.
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,
A Multicultural Town
This is a multicultural town And all shades live here black, white and brown From all around the World everywhere And little in common they share.
Nature's Beauty Being Destroyed
They know little of life and even less of Nature though they have what matters most And that is heaps of money something worthy of a boast For money speaks every language as some are known to say That's how it is and will remain in the World of today.
To Have Power Over Others
To have power over others is something one does not need For tis only by good example that one can ever lead And many with power over others their power they do abuse And for those who abuse others there cannot be an excuse.
Lets Hear It For Women The Women Oppress...
Lets hear it for women the women oppressed In patriarchal societies their human rights are transgressed By male religious zealots who hate woman kind For to trample on women's rights any excuse they will find.
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,
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.
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.
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.
Return Of The Redwings
O'er hills and fields and moonlit rural town
The redwings in their thousands journey down
From cold northlands to southern places bound
Again they fly back to their wintering ground
In early November I can still recall
In colder weather towards end of the Fall
Of hearing redwings in the starry sky
The migrant thrushes give voice as they fly.