Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan Poems

241. A Memory From 85 3/6/2008
242. A Memory From Childhood 1/31/2008
243. A Memory From Nineteen Fifty Seven 1/19/2008
244. A Memory From Puck Fair 6/19/2008
245. A Memory From The Past 7/17/2008
246. A Memory I Remember 6/7/2008
247. A Memory Of Destroyed Beauty 12/31/2007
248. A Memory Of First Love 1/5/2008
249. A Memory Of Mcloughlins Beach 7/20/2008
250. A Memory Of St Davids 1/6/2008
251. A Memory Of The Old Glasheen Rill 7/23/2008
252. A Memory Of The Wood By Mushera Mountain 3/20/2008
253. A Memory To Cherish 4/29/2008
254. A Memory To Cherish And For To Retain 8/1/2008
255. A Memory To Remember 2/1/2008
256. A Mere Infidel 6/1/2008
257. A Mere Mortal 6/19/2008
258. A Message Here For All You Poets 4/7/2008
259. A Migrant From Cork City 12/8/2008
260. A Migrant From Duhallow 7/19/2008
261. A Migrant From Elsewhere 11/30/2008
262. A Migrant From Macroom 4/28/2008
263. A Migrant From Sliabh Luachra 1/29/2010
264. A Migrant Here 7/25/2008
265. A Migrant Here And A Stranger There 3/12/2008
266. A Migrant In His Seventies 6/6/2008
267. A Migrant In This Land I'Ll Always Be 1/1/2008
268. A Migrant In Wonthaggi 1/20/2008
269. A Migrant's New Year 6/10/2008
270. A Mild Night In September 6/1/2008
271. A Mild Winter Day 8/6/2008
272. A Misguided President Of War 7/6/2008
273. A Misunderstanding 1/8/2008
274. A Modern Poetic Legend 7/27/2008
275. A Moment Of Weakness 1/26/2008
276. A Monster Fire 6/8/2008
277. A Moonless Night 5/22/2008
278. A Morning In Late June 3/15/2008
279. A Morning In October 5/3/2008
280. A Morning Of Sunshine 3/27/2008
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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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
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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