Francis Duggan


Francis Duggan Poems

721. Adam Lindsay Gordon 1/10/2008
722. Addicted 5/18/2008
723. Addicted To Penning 5/23/2016
724. Addicted To Penning Of Rhyme 1/4/2010
725. Addicted To Rhyme 7/10/2008
726. Addicted To Running 7/6/2008
727. Advice Not Taken 2/27/2008
728. Afternoon Session 2/10/2008
729. Agapanthus 1/2/2008
730. Age Can Be A Relative Thing 1/29/2016
731. Age Can Be Relative 2/29/2016
732. Age Does Creep Up On Us 3/23/2016
733. Age Does Not Always Bring Wisdom 6/7/2008
734. Age Does Not Bring Wisdom 3/10/2016
735. Ageing Bella 4/24/2008
736. Ageing Colin 11/12/2008
737. Ageing In The Queensland Tropics 2/10/2016
738. Ageing Though Not Gracefully 5/22/2009
739. Ageism 4/2/2008
740. Aghinagh's Vincent Coakley 9/1/2016
741. Aging Denis The Croatian 2/20/2016
742. Ahane's Own Mick Mackey 6/7/2008
743. Al Gore 7/13/2008
744. Al Grassby 4/6/2008
745. Alan And Kate 2/7/2008
746. Alan Seeger 3/15/2008
747. Albert Namatjira (1902-1959) 6/1/2008
748. Albert Thomason 2/18/2008
749. Alby Clarke 7/6/2016
750. Aldo Moro 3/16/2008
751. Alex Hickey 3/16/2009
752. Alfa Male Possum 7/24/2008
753. Alfred Housman 2/21/2008
754. Aliba 2/1/2008
755. Alice Herz Sommer 7/3/2016
756. Alison Minty 6/19/2008
757. All Alone In The Big City 1/13/2008
758. All Alone Whilst I Sleep 1/17/2016
759. All Alone With Mother Nature 1/12/2008
760. All Day On The Highway 3/29/2009
Best Poem of Francis Duggan

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.

Some people carry their honour in a flag
And of their Nationality they brag
They feel superior and they differentiate
And against those who are different they discriminate.

So many people still judged by their race
For such there never ought to be a place
'A fair go' those untruthful words I do recall
There is no such a thing as a 'fair go for all'.

Though we live in a so called ...

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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.

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