Francis Duggan


Poems of Francis Duggan

161. A Holy Person 7/28/2008
162. A Holy War 1/6/2008
163. A Homeless Man 1/28/2008
164. A Homeless Old Man 8/5/2008
165. A Homesick Refugee 5/17/2008
166. A Huge Population 7/3/2008
167. A Human Rat Race 4/12/2008
168. A Humid October Day 10/29/2008
169. A Hungry Belly Game 2/7/2008
170. A January Morning In Knocknagree 1/5/2008
171. A Jimmy Carter Fan 2/1/2008
172. A Journey On The South Gippsland Freeway 2/2/2008
173. A Judgemental Man 5/23/2008
174. A June Day In Duhallow 2/4/2008
175. A June Morning In Ballydaly 5/25/2008
176. A Law Written By Mother Nature 5/26/2008
177. A Legend Of Rhyme 3/1/2009
178. A Letter Home 2/18/2008
179. A Liberal Party Blueblood 5/13/2008
180. A Life For A Life 8/29/2008

Old Stan

He's over forty years beyond his prime day
With silvery hair and gray hairs on his chest
And whilst most his age are sitting and relaxing
And giving their old weary bones a rest

He runs along the sea shore in his swim wear
The wrinkled old bloke with the deep suntan
But for his age he's fit and energetic
And there is still a lot of life in Stan.

[Hata Bildir]