Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan Poems

41. A Child's Grave 4/28/2008
42. A Child's Questions 5/31/2008
43. A Chilly Evening In June 7/5/2008
44. A Chilly Winter's Night 7/8/2008
45. A Citizen Of Claraghatlea 7/28/2008
46. A Claraghatlea Fellow 4/18/2010
47. A Claraghatlea Man 7/18/2008
48. A Claraghatlea Man Is All I Can Be 10/12/2009
49. A Climate Change Sceptic 12/2/2009
50. A Club Legend 9/25/2008
51. A Coastal Summer Morning 3/16/2009
52. A Cold Day In Early Winter 7/4/2008
53. A Cold Winter's Day 7/7/2008
54. A Cold Winter's Morning 5/24/2008
55. A Company C E O 6/26/2008
56. A Confession 1/23/2008
57. A Contradiction 2/2/2008
58. A Cool But A Beautiful Evening In May 6/2/2009
59. A Cool Morning In December 3/2/2008
60. A Cool October Morning 10/3/2009
61. A Cool Spring Morning In Olinda 11/12/2008
62. A Coomlogane Christmas 2/9/2008
63. A Country Coastal Town 3/25/2009
64. A Cowardly Man 3/17/2008
65. A Cranky Octogenarian 8/9/2008
66. A Credit To Humanity 9/29/2008
67. A Cruel Word 6/16/2008
68. A Cynical Person 6/27/2008
69. A Cynical Point Of View 1/15/2008
70. A Dangerous Man 2/6/2008
71. A Dangerous Type Of Man 1/10/2009
72. A Dapper Old Fellow 6/10/2008
73. A Day In July 2/22/2008
74. A Day In Late November 6/7/2008
75. A Day In May 2/12/2008
76. A Day On Clara Hill 5/29/2008
77. A Day To Remember 2/18/2008
78. A Dead Magpie Lark 2/27/2008
79. A Deceased Migrant 11/17/2009
80. A Descendant Of Edward Walsh 2/7/2008
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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