Francis Duggan Poems

Though many with such thinking would disagree
We do follow the course of our life's destiny
This is how it is and it always will be
At least anyhow that's how it seems to me
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It is said for good Karma in life we do give to receive
On such a philosophy i do believe
And those who keep taking far more than they are willing to give
With the laws of Karma have no wish to live
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What is life about ask one wiser than i
I only do know we will live till we die
And what comes post bodily death i would not have a clue
If i told you i knew to self i would not be true
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She danced in the Edel Quinn Hall in Kanturk Town
In her late teens when her hair was light brown
The former Rose of Kanturk where might she be today?
Only know in Kanturk Town that she did not stay
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Of the long deceased poet Charles Bukowski One Robert Vanderhope is a fan
He says with words Bukowski was mighty he was an extraordinary man
Lines from his poems he often does quote the words of the poet does live on
The words of the man are living long after the life from him has gone
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Financially i am not well off but how can i say i am poor
When i can visualize the birds singing in the leafy groves of Annagloor
The Spring spreads her green in Duhallow it is a lovely time of year
The song of the orange breasted robin is always a joy for to hear
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My God She is living in Nature her creatures i see every day
And i hear her birds chirping and singing when the dawn is breaking cool and gray
Some call her the Goddess of Nature the one with such magical power
The one who can create such beauty such as a tree or a bush or a flower
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His knowledge it would seem is not destined to grow
The man who does claim he has nothing left to know
Or learn of life how clever he thinks he must be
Though he does not seem very knowledgeable to me
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His hearing may not have been good or so i thought so
For he did not reply when to him i said hello
To me he did not have any words for to say
As he passed in silence without even looking my way
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Above the potato fields from here far away
The bells of St Davids can be heard today
Their loud peals re-echoing in the gray sky
They ring in my memory from Seasons gone by
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