Francis Duggan Dream Poems

I left my love in the Fairy Glen
Home of the litte fairy men
I met her there on a July night
When a Summer moon was beaming bright.
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His great dream in his fifties is to emulate his son
Who was lucky enough to score a hole in one
Which is something in golf that is quite rare indeed
Where many do fail few can hope to succeed
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To own your own home in a suburban housing estate
Or to watch the captain of your favourite team
Raise the trophy aloft after the A.F.L Grand Final siren
It's all part of the great Australian dream.
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'Tis of life in the bigger World out there the young teenager day-dream
Far from his parents home by the babbling stream
That flow to the river bound for the sea shore
On a journey destined to last forever more.
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It's the home of 'Puffing Billy' it's one just claim to renown
And the Premier Town of Sherbrooke that is little Belgrave Town
Forty k's south east of Melbourne where the mountain grays stand tall
And where when darkness cloaks the forest one can hear the boobook call.
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The old poet in his seventies he had a dream of fame
A memorial plaque to him in poet's corner his an immortal name
A far greater poet than Homer or Dante or Shakespeare
And not one person in the World of his name who did not hear.
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From the volcanic rocks of the forshore I watch the dolphins surface for air
Their World it is different to our World their World is the saltwater World out there
I believe that dolphins are healers and I believe people who say
That they received energy from patting a dolphin I'd love for to pat one today.
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There's not one person who doesn't have a dream
Though for the majority their dreams don't come true
And what nicer thing can you say to anyone
Than may all you've ever wished for come to you.
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Though many do die without seeing their dream true
We all need some dream in life for to pursue
And anyone's dream is never too small
In this respect what applies to one applies to all
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I dream of a world where none wish for renown
Or where none does desire to be best in the town
And where everyone lives in perfect harmony
Perhaps i do dream of what never may be
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Jim to me this story did tell
Rover the dog came to him for to bid him farewell
Jim patted his head and Rover licked his hand
A dog's unconditional love not hard to understand
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Though everyone's dream for them does not come true
We all have our dreams in life for to pursue
In life as in all things one is in need
Of luck on their side for them for to succeed
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Most people have their dream in life to pursue
But only a minority see their dream come true
So many feel disappointed at their lack of success
Which give rise to the feelings of inferiority and unhappiness
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Though we are like the Autumn leaves on the fast flowing stream
We all need in our lives for to follow a dream
A dream that many may never realize
For to keep despair at bay and hope on the rise
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Of greatness for Millstreet Tommy O Connor did dream
That they would be the first club in Duhallow to have a senior hurling team
And against the best clubs in Cork County with success compete
And win the Senior County Championship trophy for the green and gold of Millstreet
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In the prime of Summer on warm July
Countless stars shining in the clear sky
The scream of a barn owl echoed in the still of the night
And the cross on Clara was visible in the moonlight
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Many people do dream of fame and financial success
And the human masses with their talents they wish to impress
But on saying such dreams come true only for the few
Is not telling you anything that is new
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Although your dream for you it may not come true
We all need a dream in life for to pursue
A dream of success that you hope to achieve
On what you yearn for in life for to believe
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To be a great Prime Minister of Australia was Malcolm Turnbull's dream
But on the online comments on him of late criticisms by the ream
For his recent slump in popularity his nemesis Tony Abbott by name
Is the one that the poor Malcolm in some ways does place the blame
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Though for many their dreams never ever come true
We all have our dreams in life for to pursue
The one without a dream i have yet for to meet
And i have met many people on many a street
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Noel C Duggan the entrepreneur of Millstreet Town
The fellow who did dream of Worldwide renown
Did dream that the 1993 Eurovision Song Contest at his Green Glens Complex would take place
No challenge for him seems too daunting to face
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Though few people ever see their dream come true
Most people do have a dream to pursue
But in life one must take the good with the bad
And the winner does smile and the loser looks sad
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Your dream of the big lotto win for you may come true
Since your turn of good luck in your life you are due
All good things come to those who do wait as some like to say
Tonight lady luck may be smiling your way
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There is not a hereafter that's how to me it does seem
But last night i did have this terrible dream
That i was in hell and i crying out in pain
With George W Bush and with Saddam Hussein.
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life would be quite boring that's how it does seem
If we just lived to work and we dared not to dream
To have one great dream to which we do aspire
Without something to look forward to of life we would tire
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Your dream of great happiness for you has not come true
And a change of luck 'twould seem you are overdue
But of hopes for the future you do not despair
And through the hard times you have hung in there
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In the Spring of their lives many do dream of fame
That millions of people would know of them by name
But few day dreams like all dreams do seldom come true
Though fame is a thing that so many pursue.
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To climb to the Everest summit may well be your life's dream
And though to some quite a daunting task not impossible 'twould seem
Yet whilst some have have scaled the World's highest mountain some on climbing it have died
Their remains never to be found but for their goal at least they tried.
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In the World of Literature his will never be a renowned name
And though he may be a Poetaster allow him to dream of fame
He writes as good as some of the so called poets some credit he is due
He is as good as most if the truth be known for poets as we know are few.
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Have you ever struggled to choke back the tears
That yearned to flow for your far better years
When you were a young man and in your life's prime
Before you became a victim of the passage of time?
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His dream is a small house beside the sea
Of any cares he then may well be free
Far from Suburbia and the noisy town
Where all day long the cars buzz up and down
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To hope and to dream it is never a sin
And I hope and dream that one day I will win
A first division lotto with which I could do
A million dollars in money or preferably two
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Whenever of far away places I dream
The dark brown white breasted dipper he sings in the stream
And the song of the robin melodious and clear
Echoes in the grove in the Spring of the year
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I had this great dream that I was a poet
A man seen as worthy of literary note
A winner of many a literary prize
My success to me even quite a surprise
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The ugly creature racism it would seem had fully grown
And any sort of sympathy for outcasts was not forthcoming or not shown
And Australia's first woman Prime Minister Pauline Hanson was enjoying her sense of power
And the rose of multiculture had become a faded flower.
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Events of the day still keeping me from sleep
What secret does the silent forest keep?
And still the voice is ringing in my ear
And ghost of Sherbrooke forest I still hear.
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Her dream is to live in Inverloch in south Gippsland's coastal country
In mudbrick house built on the high ground where she can look out at the sea
Alone in her room in the morning enjoying a nice cup of tea
Away from polluted suburbia, unhurried and totally free.
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A bright and sunny Summer's day the lark pipes in the sky
And the fragrant scent of flowering gorse and the hill sheep bleating nigh
I lay here on a bracken patch by sunlit mountain lake
In dreamy mood the mood we know when we lay half awake.
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I climbed the high ground up through Pomeroy's field
Beyond where grass to het and bracken yield
The birds piped in the wood at Claramore
And singing lark towards heaven's gate did soar.
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A Summer afternoon cloudless and bright
And flitting butterflies in June sunlight
In quarrelous mood above the flower decked lea
Fight it out for patch of territory.
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for years he's lived and worked in Millstreet the man who shattered Millstreet's dream
The day he kicked the equalizer for the Carbery football team
Fifteen thousand watched in Macroom some quite stunned by what they'd seen
When Millstreet were forced to a replay 'thanks to Bob from Skibbereen'.
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A ten million dollar jackpot win in lotto
Is not impossible as it may seem
And Peter Barling keeps on buying those tickets
To win the big prize one day is his dream.
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Oh I am back in Buninyong back with the pipeline boys
One hundred kilometres from Melbourne and man made smoke and noise
It's friday night in the Crown Hotel and handshakes all around
And we feel glad that we are back in our old stomping ground.
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Why do I dream of places far away
The fields of Annagloor and Claraghatlea
The woodlands and the valleys and the streams
And those distant hills are always in my dreams.
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St Peter spoke he said to me ah well
So you are one of those who wrote all doggerel
Old Satan is tolling damnation's bell
You take the road downhill it leads to hell.
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