Francis Duggan Poems

The rooks were cawing in the darkening sky
And wood pigeons with whirring wings towards their roosting trees did fly
And I saw her out of the corner of my eye
But I walked on I could not say goodbye.
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I love a quiet place of natural beauty full of wild flowers and blossoming shrubs and trees
Surrounded by the pleasant sounds of Nature The dronings of the nectar gathering bees
A balmy day in late Spring the sun is shining and leaves are rustling in the freshening breeze
And Nature's garden never looking greener and birds are carolling in their territories.
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There's little here for you brown hare there's little here to eat
There's little here save withered gorse and bitter mountain heath
So why not move to inland fields where grass grow green and sweet
And leave this wild and rugged hill your mountainy retreat? .
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She looked like the queen of beauty she looked every inch a queen
In her skintight slacks of yellow and her cardigan of green
And a voice within me whispered as the lady passed me by
There goes a woman in a billion turn and follow her me boy.
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I do not seek fame and fortune all I ask for is peace of mind
And a small cottage in the country far removed from my own kind
A mile from my nearest human neighbour in my retreat hid by the trees
With a small car in my car port I could live a life of ease.
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He will be long remembered due to his heinous crime
For such barbaric acts of cowardliness don't fade away in time
Because of him one hundred and sixty eight had died and he left many with horrific injuries
And memories of him will live on like all bad memories.
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The night Sir Denis was suspended for fighting
For greyhound racing it was a setback
We never saw him race again in Ireland
Or cheered him on to victory at Cork track.
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Jack Iversen will never die his spirit will keep living
For he is one with a huge heart he has the gift of giving
If everybody were like him mankind would be united
And it would be a crime free Planet Earth and none would be exploited.
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Les Darcy was Australia's greatest boxer and though in his Homeland now his is a revered name
In his late teens he was seen as a draft dodger and back then that was seen as cause for shame
In World war 1 he did not enlist for service he stowed off to America instead
But within months the to be World Champion at twenty years from a poisoned tooth was dead.
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You see that fellow there with skin so brown
He is a stranger from some foreign town
His deep suntan tells he's from hot Country
From Spain or France or maybe Italy.
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