Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan Poems

10281. Your Noble Old Hero 5/18/2008
10282. Your Own Business 9/8/2009
10283. Your Past 3/25/2008
10284. Your Past Follows You 2/1/2016
10285. Your Pride In A Flag 12/19/2007
10286. Your Reckoning Day 6/19/2009
10287. Your Relationship With Nature 2/29/2008
10288. Your Religion Is Your Religion 1/18/2010
10289. Your Stories Mate 1/17/2008
10290. Your Teary Eyed Day -new- 4/26/2016
10291. Your True Friend 6/18/2008
10292. Your True Friends 4/27/2008
10293. Your Word Is Your Honour 4/5/2008
10294. Your Word Should Be Your Bond 9/25/2008
10295. Your Worth As A Person 11/20/2008
10296. Your Worth As A Person You So Often Do Doubt 2/24/2016
10297. Youth And Age 3/18/2008
10298. Youth Has To Have It's Fling 5/19/2008
10299. Youth Must Have It's Fling 1/22/2016
10300. Youth Will Have It's Fling 7/21/2008
10301. Youth Will Have It's Fling This Well May Be 3/30/2009
10302. Youth's A Blissful Thing 7/23/2008
10303. You'Ve Got A Big Ego 5/14/2008
10304. You'Ve Journeyed Far In Your Long Life 4/21/2008
10305. You'Ve Lived For Seventy Years 8/23/2008
10306. You'Ve Travelled The Miles 7/6/2008
10307. Yvonne Delacy's Brainchild 4/30/2008
10308. Yvonne Harrington 4/14/2016
10309. Yvonne's Sixtieth Birthday 2/27/2008
10310. Zac 2/7/2008
10311. Zephyr Hart 2/17/2008
10312. Zinnedine Zidane 5/26/2008
10313. 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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Old Stan

He's over forty years beyond his prime day
With silvery hair and gray hairs on his chest
And whilst most his age are sitting and relaxing
And giving their old weary bones a rest

He runs along the sea shore in his swim wear
The wrinkled old bloke with the deep suntan
But for his age he's fit and energetic
And there is still a lot of life in Stan.

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