Francis Duggan


Francis Duggan Poems

12401. Your Teary Eyed Day 4/26/2016
12402. Your True Friend 6/18/2008
12403. Your True Friends 4/27/2008
12404. Your Waking Nightmare 6/18/2016
12405. Your Word Is Your Honour 4/5/2008
12406. Your Word Should Be Your Bond 9/25/2008
12407. Your Worth As A Person 11/20/2008
12408. Your Worth As A Person You So Often Do Doubt 2/24/2016
12409. Your Worth As A Person You Well May Doubt -new- 9/24/2016
12410. Your Worth As A Writer You Often Do Doubt 6/12/2016
12411. Your Worth As A Writer You Sometimes 5/25/2016
12412. Youth And Age 3/18/2008
12413. Youth Has To Have It's Fling 5/19/2008
12414. Youth Must Have It's Fling 1/22/2016
12415. Youth Will Have It's Fling 7/21/2008
12416. Youth Will Have It's Fling This Well May Be 3/30/2009
12417. Youth's A Blissful Thing 7/23/2008
12418. You'Ve Got A Big Ego 5/14/2008
12419. You'Ve Journeyed Far In Your Long Life 4/21/2008
12420. You'Ve Lived For Seventy Years 8/23/2008
12421. You'Ve Travelled The Miles 7/6/2008
12422. Yvonne Delacy's Brainchild 4/30/2008
12423. Yvonne Harrington 4/14/2016
12424. Yvonne's Sixtieth Birthday 2/27/2008
12425. Zac 2/7/2008
12426. Zephyr Hart 2/17/2008
12427. Zinnedine Zidane 5/26/2008
12428. 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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Twilight By The Finnow

The small brown lark was caroling as upwards he did fly
An unseen speck of music in the gray evening sky
And in the rushy old field the lowing of a cow
Did fill the evening silence near the waters of Finnow

I only have the memories of the what used to be
And time keeps ticking on and on it does not wait for me
And the years have left me far south and many miles away
From the old fields by the river at the twilight of the day

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