Francis Duggan


Francis Duggan Poems

161. A Great Person Indeed 2/24/2009
162. A Great Survivor 6/8/2008
163. A Grieving Mother 11/15/2009
164. A Grieving Widow 3/29/2008
165. A Grudge I Will Not Harbour 7/26/2008
166. A Happy Migrant 2/23/2008
167. A Happy Person Always Nice To Meet 1/10/2016
168. A Heaven Without Fauna 5/11/2008
169. A Heavy Fog 7/8/2008
170. A Hobby To Their Kind 5/17/2008
171. A Holy Person 7/28/2008
172. A Holy War 1/6/2008
173. A Homeless Man 1/28/2008
174. A Homeless Old Man 8/5/2008
175. A Homesick Refugee 5/17/2008
176. A Huge Population 7/3/2008
177. A Human Rat Race 4/12/2008
178. A Humid October Day 10/29/2008
179. A Hungry Belly Game 2/7/2008
180. A January Morning In Knocknagree 1/5/2008
181. A Jimmy Carter Fan 2/1/2008
182. A Journey On The South Gippsland Freeway 2/2/2008
183. A Joy For To Meet 1/12/2016
184. A Judgemental Man 5/23/2008
185. A July Night In The Country Town -new- 1/27/2016
186. A June Day In Duhallow 2/4/2008
187. A June Morning In Ballydaly 5/25/2008
188. A Law Written By Mother Nature 5/26/2008
189. A Legend Of Rhyme 3/1/2009
190. A Letter Home 2/18/2008
191. A Liberal Party Blueblood 5/13/2008
192. A Life For A Life 8/29/2008
193. A Likeable Bloke 3/17/2009
194. A Liking For Rhyme 7/21/2009
195. A Literary Dinosaur 5/1/2008
196. A Little Bunch Of Shamrock 2/10/2008
197. A Little Fear 6/6/2008
198. A Little Joy And Laughter 5/17/2008
199. A Little Piece Of History 1/31/2008
200. A Little Self Improvement 6/1/2008
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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Return Of The Redwings

O'er hills and fields and moonlit rural town
The redwings in their thousands journey down
From cold northlands to southern places bound
Again they fly back to their wintering ground

In early November I can still recall
In colder weather towards end of the Fall
Of hearing redwings in the starry sky
The migrant thrushes give voice as they fly.

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