Francis Duggan


Francis Duggan Poems

8681. A Brave One 5/31/2008
8682. A Boy's Dream 5/6/2008
8683. A Boyhood Sporting Hero 1/31/2008
8684. A Blokey Sort Of A Fellow 6/7/2009
8685. A Blokey Sort Of A Bloke 6/3/2008
8686. A Blatant Lie 5/25/2008
8687. A Blackbird Singing 5/28/2008
8688. A Big Nose She Only Can See 2/22/2008
8689. A Better World 6/6/2008
8690. A Better Man Than Me 3/11/2008
8691. A Beautiful To Look At Woman 7/27/2008
8692. A Beautiful Smile 5/22/2008
8693. A Beautiful Place Old Killarney 12/17/2008
8694. A Beautiful Place 5/9/2008
8695. A Beautiful Person With A Heart Of Gold 5/22/2008
8696. A Beautiful Person Unshackled By Care 6/8/2008
8697. A Beautiful Person 5/13/2008
8698. A Beautiful Octogenarian 7/19/2009
8699. A Beautiful Night In September 7/13/2008
8700. A Beautiful Morning In May 5/9/2009
8701. A Beautiful March Day 7/28/2008
8702. A Beautiful Evening Of Sunshine And Breeze 12/2/2008
8703. A Beautiful Evening 7/27/2008
8704. A Beautiful Day Of Twenty Five Degrees 7/18/2008
8705. A Beautiful Day In Winter 3/16/2008
8706. A Beautiful Day In October 6/4/2008
8707. A Beautiful Day In December 1/10/2009
8708. A Beautiful Day 6/1/2008
8709. A Ballad Of Wasted Years 2/2/2008
8710. A Ballad Of The Bayswater Hotel 2/28/2008
8711. A Ballad Of Clifton Hill 2/26/2008
8712. 01-Of 01 Of 07 6/10/2008
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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