Francis Duggan


Francis Duggan Poems

201. A Great Survivor 6/8/2008
202. A Greater Force Than Her 4/16/2016
203. A Grieving Mother 11/15/2009
204. A Grieving Widow 3/29/2008
205. A Grounded Silver Gull 7/25/2016
206. A Grudge I Will Not Harbour 7/26/2008
207. A Happy Migrant 2/23/2008
208. A Happy Old Man 5/25/2016
209. A Happy Person Always Nice To Meet 1/10/2016
210. A Happy Sound 7/9/2016
211. A Heartbreaking Thing 4/17/2016
212. A Heaven Without Fauna 5/11/2008
213. A Heavy Fog 7/8/2008
214. A Hobby To Their Kind 5/17/2008
215. A Holy Person 7/28/2008
216. A Holy War 1/6/2008
217. A Homeless Man 1/28/2008
218. A Homeless Old Man 8/5/2008
219. A Homesick Refugee 5/17/2008
220. A Huge Population 7/3/2008
221. A Human Rat Race 4/12/2008
222. A Human World Without Love 7/15/2016
223. A Humbling Thing 2/17/2016
224. A Humid October Day 10/29/2008
225. A Hungry Belly Game 2/7/2008
226. A January Morning In Knocknagree 1/5/2008
227. A Jimmy Carter Fan 2/1/2008
228. A Journey On The South Gippsland Freeway 2/2/2008
229. A Joy For To Meet 1/12/2016
230. A Judgemental Man 5/23/2008
231. A July Night In The Country Town 1/27/2016
232. A June Day In Duhallow 2/4/2008
233. A June Morning 3/17/2016
234. A June Morning In Ballydaly 5/25/2008
235. A June Morning In Koroit 3/17/2016
236. A Koroit Truckie 3/6/2016
237. A Late Bloomer 7/28/2016
238. A Law Written By Mother Nature 5/26/2008
239. A Legend Of Rhyme 3/1/2009
240. A Letter Home 2/18/2008
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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