Francis Duggan


Francis Duggan Poems

1161. Big Headed Harry 3/14/2008
1162. Big J 5/31/2008
1163. Big Jerry Shea 1/28/2008
1164. Big Jim -new- 5/26/2016
1165. Big Joe And Bill 3/10/2008
1166. Big Joe Is On The Water Waggon 3/24/2008
1167. Big Joe The One Time Millionaire 1/25/2008
1168. Big Lefty 3/7/2008
1169. Big Mal 3/13/2008
1170. Big Mark 2/12/2008
1171. Big Matt 2/21/2008
1172. Big Mouths And Big Egos 6/5/2008
1173. Bikies 7/15/2008
1174. Bill 3/2/2016
1175. Bill And Rover 12/2/2008
1176. Bill B 3/20/2008
1177. Bill Boiler 7/10/2008
1178. Bill Brien 1/24/2008
1179. Bill Briley -new- 5/28/2016
1180. Bill Clinton's Shame (1998) 2/3/2008
1181. Bill Feels He's Australian 1/21/2008
1182. Bill From Merino 3/13/2008
1183. Bill From Swan Hill 4/10/2016
1184. Bill In His Days As A Farmworker 2/11/2010
1185. Bill In His Fifties 2/27/2010
1186. Bill Mendy 1/13/2008
1187. Bill Regan 11/1/2008
1188. Bill Singleton 1/29/2008
1189. Bill The Fluter 5/28/2008
1190. Bill The Poet And Mandy 12/31/2007
1191. Bill Twomey 2/2/2008
1192. Billo And Lucinda 7/4/2008
1193. Bill's Darkest Day 2/7/2008
1194. Bill's Son Joe 3/26/2008
1195. Billy 4/9/2008
1196. Billy Braggart 1/23/2008
1197. Billy Connor From Newmarket 2/9/2008
1198. Billy Is Off To The Christmas Party 6/9/2008
1199. Billy Murphy 3/17/2008
1200. Billy Of One Hand 12/24/2007
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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Makarora

Rocky peaks of Makarora in the summer wear their snow
And down the lush green grassy valley the clear mountain river flow
Songbirds piping in the beechwoods songthrush, bellbird and
redpoll
This a place of peace and beauty Makarora has a soul.

These great mountains look no different than to when the first man came
They have a wild rugged beauty for want of a better name
To the coming generations these high peaks will look the same

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