Francis Duggan Poems

With words he surely has a way he is one of literary note
And he is as good as any this bloke Sullivanthepoet
And his poems will be remembered when others into oblivion fade
It is true about good wordsmiths they are born and cannot be made
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Though I've done my share of travel I don't have much to show of Worldly gain
And 'tis been awhile and many Seasons since I've seen old Clara in the rain
And the fog crawl down the mountain on days cold enough to snow
And Finnow swollen by stormwater through the old fields bank high flow.
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Out there in the World of the wild and the free
The grey shrike thrush pipes on the black wattle tree
Though some other birds to look at than him seem more fair
There is so much beauty in his wildborn air,
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Mr B is quite a good poet as a wordsmith with his words he impress
But in his poem 'The Damned' which he recently had published the judgemental line he transgressed
He did seem a bit rough on missionaries though these people try to save souls for their god
But these people back their words with their actions by helping the poor and downtrod.
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Politicians just before an Election are friendly as friendly can be
They say to you life for you will be better if you vote for my Party and me
But when elected and given a mandate more likely than not you they will ignore
Power can go to the head rather quickly one might say we've heard that before
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The robin he sang on the bushy hedgerow
In old Annagloor where the Cails waters flow
Through old fields that were old in Goddess Anu's time
That have inspired writers to story, song and rhyme,
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Try to enjoy life it is not a long span
The woman on average by a few years outlives the man
And the average human life is three score and ten
The young quickly age to old women and men
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I know how it feels yes I do know when you talk of your lack of success
When you tell me of your sad existence and your constant battle with stress
For many the journey through life's a hard journey and they must struggle on to the end
And on that long and tiring journey not everyone you meet a friend
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At this time of year in South Eastern Australia the white backed magpies sing night and day
You hear them piping in the moonlight when brush tail possums in their cloaks of gray
Are fighting for to defend their borders on galvanize roofs and on trees
The noise of their snarlings is carrying through the quiet streets in the freshening breeze
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Were I born with the gift of poesy I'd write of the beauty I see
The unrivalled beauty of Nature that is everywhere around me
I'd pen my songs to Mother Nature I've loved her since I was a boy
From her people are always learning and lessons from her I enjoy,
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