Francis Duggan Poems

The one who gobbles with the turkeys with the eagles cannot soar
To the heights some only dream of and that few have reached before
For the turkeys cannot fly high on the ground they mostly stay
And they never soar to great heights they just gobble all the day.
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His real name was John Kelleher he was known as Jack the Mule
He was a man of his own mind not one a boss could rule
He was in his prime of life when i was a young boy
And he worked hard for his livelihood though hard work he did enjoy.
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Israeli bombs being dropped on Beirut in Lebanon far away
In another needless conflict that seems so sad to say
But mostly 'tis the innocents who in conflicts do die
And two wrongs never make a right is surely not a lie.
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I'm just another tiny grain in the great sands of time
One who will never be a poet just a man of average rhyme
But i love Nature that's my right and I'll love her till i die
And one day as sure as i was born in her bosom i will lie.
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In the twilight of the evening on busy Brunswick Street
An ageing Turkish woman with a mister me did greet
Where abouts is Fitzroy Street? I pointed her the way
The rain came down in drizzle in the fading lamp of day.
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House Sparrows originally are from Africa despite what some think or say
And they were brought to Australia from England far away
Under eaves or on shed rafters or a small tree they make their untidy nest of hay
And they line it with small feathers and there their tiny spotted eggs they lay.
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He is from Saltpan Country where only Saltbush grow
North of Tailem Bend in South Australia where the Murray waters flow
As it nears the great Pacific it deepens and moves slow
Through brown lands where the Black Tribes lived and fished and hunted a few centuries ago.
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She said to the ballad singer sing us songs of refugees
Tell us of those poor sad people from Lands beyond the seas
Who have fled wars and famines for a better life elsewhere
Yet our Governments won't help them doesn't life seem so unfair.
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For my lack of happiness others I cannot blame
For happiness and sense of self perhaps are of the same
'Tis easy to blame others if things for us not going right
And to the little window that leads to the soul not hard to block out light.
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What am I supposed to do
Weep and grieve and pine for you?
If you no longer want me that's okay
With me you don't have to stay.
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