Francis Duggan Poems

Why should I respect those who do not respect me
Who look down upon me for my poverty
You should only respect those who show respect for you
At least to my own self I'll always be true.
...

'Tis written in the Constitution and what this ambiguous statement mean
Is that the silent minority should not be heard or seen
The votes they have been counted the majority rules for all
The winners form the Government though their margin of victory small.
...

James Bredin and Kaneix they both write with a passion though they hold quite a different point of view
And both of them stick to what they believe in since I should know for I am that way too
Of the World wide web the most political poets and on politics they mainly seem to dwell
But to their credit they have great potential as true potential is never hard to tell.
...

I don't want to live for to be frail and old and kept alive by pills
And taking the most unnatural drugs for to combat my many ills
Leave me to Mother Nature my fate she will decide
Since the Reaper will find us all one day from him we cannot hide.
...

House sparrows they are chirpers they do not have a song
And by houses on small garden trees and bushes you hear them all day long
The male with grey on head and unders dark throat and wings of brown
'Tis said their ancestors were brought to Australia from parks in London Town.
...

His girl friend she has left him she now sleeps with his ex best friend
And he feels so devastated that he wishes his life would end
But he may as well get on with living as there's nothing about it he can do
For he is not the first and he won't be the last that such a thing has happened to.
...

The man from the warm northern tropics the lands of floods and drought
Is enjoying the cooler climate in the far cooler south
Only in his mid thirties sun wrinkles on his sun bronzed face
His slow drawl of North Queensland down here seems out of place.
...

The poetry critics don't rate me my sort of stuff doesn't sell
And they alone are to decide what's verse and doggerel
To them true verse is hard to understand only for the trained eye
The good old earthy stuff that rhymes not their type to enjoy.
...

The pride of his Nation in hospital in France
And the odds of his survival a fifty fifty chance
In his seventy fifth year his better days gone
And the clock on his life it ticks and ticks on.
...

The King of the Duhallow Travellers he had earned the right
To his honourable title he won in a fist fight
A title he held till he drew his last breath
A hero in life and a legend in death.
...