Francis Duggan Poems

The human will power it cannot be denied
A lesser man than Alby Clarke would have died
But in his mid life he took up long distant running and brought the kilos down
And now he is known and famous far from Warrnambool Town
...

Everyone cannot be wealthy and famous we can only live as our best and nothing more
Circumstance of birth on your life can have a bearing something often written of and said before
The homeless youth of drug addicted parents is one in life who is condemned to fail
It is quite hard for you to be successful if those who gave you the gift of life are locked in jail
...

For south west Victoria the warmest March thus far on record
This is what those who does keep the weather records say
Today in the low twenties nice and sunny and breezy
But tomorrow is supposed to be in the low thirties for Autumn that is quite a warm day
...

You have your opinions and this suits me fine
And what you think of me is no business of mine
We all look at others in our ways differently
And my greatest critic will always be me
...

It has been awhile since my hair was dark brown
Since i lived in Claraghatlea just west of Millstreet Town
And only the memories with me now remain
For me what has been and will never be again
...

For many years i have been a rhyming buff
And in four decades of writing i have penned heaps of stuff
My rhymes i email to an internet site
And the sort of stuff i pen anybody could write
...

Be kind to the living and speak well of the dead
The past is behind us and the future ahead
Why worry and stress yourself live in the day
Life is for the living it does seem this way
...

Despite wars and famines the World human population is on the rise
Seven billion plus and increasing a huge amount of people for our Earth Mother to feed many seem to realize
Yet despite all of this far more people are born every day than those who do die
I only talk of fact here and as you know fact never does lie
...

I am from the place of jackdaw, rook and gray crow
And dark brown river bird dipper with breast white as snow
And gray badger who leaves it's set in the fading twilight
To search for food in the fields under the cloak of night
...

With sharp hook on bill and in feathers of dark brown and gray
The gray butchebird is singing in Birdsland today
In the cool of the morning just after daybreak
His bubbling sort of music none ought to mistake
...