Francis Duggan


Francis Duggan Poems

201. A Goldfinch Is Singing 6/7/2008
202. A Good Citizen 5/25/2008
203. A Good Friend To Me 3/22/2008
204. A Good Man Is Hard To Find 4/9/2008
205. A Good Man Though 2/6/2016
206. A Good Person 12/28/2007
207. A Good Person To Know 1/23/2016
208. A Good Person To Know Of 3/11/2016
209. A Good Rhyming Poem 3/27/2016
210. A Good Sort Of A Bloke 5/21/2016
211. A Good Sport 5/18/2008
212. A Good Story To Tell 1/31/2008
213. A Good Woman 2/28/2008
214. A Grand Old Pair 5/2/2016
215. A Gray Haired Fellow From Wonthaggi 6/7/2016
216. A Great Mind You Need Not Be 7/1/2016
217. A Great Person 6/12/2016
218. A Great Person Indeed 2/24/2009
219. A Great Survivor 6/8/2008
220. A Greater Force Than Her 4/16/2016
221. A Grieving Mother 11/15/2009
222. A Grieving Widow 3/29/2008
223. A Grounded Silver Gull 7/25/2016
224. A Grudge I Will Not Harbour 7/26/2008
225. A Happy Migrant 2/23/2008
226. A Happy Old Man 5/25/2016
227. A Happy Person Always Nice To Meet 1/10/2016
228. A Happy Sound 7/9/2016
229. A Hard Old World To Live In 8/30/2016
230. A Heartbreaking Thing 4/17/2016
231. A Heaven Without Fauna 5/11/2008
232. A Heavy Fog 7/8/2008
233. A Hobby To Their Kind 5/17/2008
234. A Holy Person 7/28/2008
235. A Holy War 1/6/2008
236. A Homeless Man 1/28/2008
237. A Homeless Old Man 8/5/2008
238. A Homesick Refugee 5/17/2008
239. A Horrible Thing -new- 11/23/2016
240. A Huge Population 7/3/2008
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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Makarora

Rocky peaks of Makarora in the summer wear their snow
And down the lush green grassy valley the clear mountain river flow
Songbirds piping in the beechwoods songthrush, bellbird and
redpoll
This a place of peace and beauty Makarora has a soul.

These great mountains look no different than to when the first man came
They have a wild rugged beauty for want of a better name
To the coming generations these high peaks will look the same

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