Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan Poems

281. A Memory Of Mcloughlins Beach 7/20/2008
282. A Memory Of St Davids 1/6/2008
283. A Memory Of The Old Glasheen Rill 7/23/2008
284. A Memory Of The Wood By Mushera Mountain 3/20/2008
285. A Memory To Cherish 4/29/2008
286. A Memory To Cherish And For To Retain 8/1/2008
287. A Memory To Remember 2/1/2008
288. A Mere Infidel 6/1/2008
289. A Mere Mortal 6/19/2008
290. A Message Here For All You Poets 4/7/2008
291. A Migrant From Cork City 12/8/2008
292. A Migrant From Duhallow 7/19/2008
293. A Migrant From Elsewhere 11/30/2008
294. A Migrant From Macroom 4/28/2008
295. A Migrant From Sliabh Luachra 1/29/2010
296. A Migrant Here 7/25/2008
297. A Migrant Here And A Stranger There 3/12/2008
298. A Migrant In His Seventies 6/6/2008
299. A Migrant In This Land I'Ll Always Be 1/1/2008
300. A Migrant In Wonthaggi 1/20/2008
301. A Migrant's New Year 6/10/2008
302. A Mild Night In September 6/1/2008
303. A Mild Winter Day 8/6/2008
304. A Millstreet Christmas 4/11/2016
305. A Misguided President Of War 7/6/2008
306. A Misunderstanding 1/8/2008
307. A Modern Poetic Legend 7/27/2008
308. A Moment Of Weakness 1/26/2008
309. A Monarch Of The Sky 4/2/2016
310. A Monster Fire 6/8/2008
311. A Moonless Night 5/22/2008
312. A Morning In Late June 3/15/2008
313. A Morning In October 5/3/2008
314. A Morning Of Sunshine 3/27/2008
315. A Most Famous I Am Poem 6/17/2008
316. A Mother Does Not 4/7/2008
317. A Mother Remembers 2/7/2008
318. A Motley Lot 2/11/2016
319. A Much Better World 7/20/2008
320. A Multicultural Millstreet 5/19/2008
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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