Francis Duggan Poems

The Goddess of Nature is everywhere near
In the gray of the dawn her music I do hear
In the songs of her birds on the bushes and trees
That wafts through the park in the freshening breeze
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In fear of the judgement of others and in fear of negative things of you they will say
I can empathize with you for I too am that way
You like to paint your pictures and you like the taste of wine
And that is your own business and not others or mine.
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You are lucky since you've not known a moment of self doubt
And by the hard punches of life you've not been knocked about
But don't be cocky in your mind your blessings you should count
Of luck in life you've known a share and of it a big amount
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One who had lived amongst them for seven months or so
He was nicknamed Mr Ordinary by those who him did not know
To most he did seem ordinary the most ordinary one of all
Since he was not a fan of tennis, boxing, golf, cricket or football
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The old thistles dying and the young thistles growing
And the thistledown in the warmth of the afternoon are blowing
Above the brown paddocks in the freshening Summer breeze
On a January day of twenty five degrees
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We all have our flaws and addictions and fears
That we have to contend with over the years
I doubt in the World a perfect person you'd find
Since perfection it is not of the human kind
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I am a selfish bugger why otherwise pretend
I live for myself and I am my own friend
To others I do find it hard to relate
The lifestyle I lead for myself I create.
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Above their reality in a whim they can rise
So lucky are they who can visualize
They may be homeless on the poor streets of town
But in their thoughts they know of Worldwide renown
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You may not be the high achiever of your family
But you can only be the best you can be
Help others if you can and live in the honest way
If you can achieve that much you are doing okay
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As long as what you are doing is not of harm to others you are doing okay
Forget the judgemental of you what they say
For minding their own business they will never be known
One wonders of them have they lives of their own?
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