Francis Duggan


Francis Duggan Poems

11961. Your Waking Nightmare 6/18/2016
11962. Your Word Is Your Honour 4/5/2008
11963. Your Word Should Be Your Bond 9/25/2008
11964. Your Worth As A Person 11/20/2008
11965. Your Worth As A Person You So Often Do Doubt 2/24/2016
11966. Your Worth As A Writer You Often Do Doubt 6/12/2016
11967. Your Worth As A Writer You Sometimes 5/25/2016
11968. Youth And Age 3/18/2008
11969. Youth Has To Have It's Fling 5/19/2008
11970. Youth Must Have It's Fling 1/22/2016
11971. Youth Will Have It's Fling 7/21/2008
11972. Youth Will Have It's Fling This Well May Be 3/30/2009
11973. Youth's A Blissful Thing 7/23/2008
11974. You'Ve Got A Big Ego 5/14/2008
11975. You'Ve Journeyed Far In Your Long Life 4/21/2008
11976. You'Ve Lived For Seventy Years 8/23/2008
11977. You'Ve Travelled The Miles 7/6/2008
11978. Yvonne Delacy's Brainchild 4/30/2008
11979. Yvonne Harrington 4/14/2016
11980. Yvonne's Sixtieth Birthday 2/27/2008
11981. Zac 2/7/2008
11982. Zephyr Hart 2/17/2008
11983. Zinnedine Zidane 5/26/2008
11984. Zoo Lion 1/24/2008
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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The Rose Of Ballydaly

She lived by the roadway that leads to Rathmore three miles west of old Millstreet Town
Her eyes were as blue as ripe November sloes and her wavy shoulder length hair brown
The Rose of Ballydaly lovely to behold down to earth and charming in her sweet way
Though she is now many years past her life's prime young in my memory she does stay

In her early twenties she left her first home for to learn about life elsewhere
The bug of the wander was in her young mind to see some of the big World

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