Francis Duggan Poems

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3981.
Were I A Lion King

Were I a lion king of the pride how proud a lion I'd be
To think that other lions for miles around are very scared of me
In the stillness of the African night I would roar aggressively
I would not be kind to other lions or in ways act neighbourly
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3982.
Arrogant Old Men

They have not grown wiser though they are growing old
And they are famous and their life stories told
They take good care of the Me, Myself and I
But life will go on the day that they will die
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3983.
A Fringe Dweller

Don't have a church for to go to don't even bother to vote
Not in a writers group or in a book club or never said I was a poet
Don't have a god to worship don't believe in a heaven or hell
I am just another poetaster and I only pen doggerel.
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3984.
They Insult The Name Of Freedom Fighters

Mentally unbalanced people that does seem very clear
It gives them a false sense of power to know others them do fear
They insult the name of freedom fighters those with honour to their name
To kill people deliberately is always an act of shame
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3985.
Our Humble Local Poet

He never will be famous in the bigger World out there
Since he is not seen as special and his type are not rare
Of every local success he has been blessed to sing
And he in turn is applauded for him such a good thing.
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3986.
The Little Road To Somewhere

The little road to Somewhere it winds along the hill
The home of the shy brown hare and the clear mountain rill
That flows down to the river to the great ocean shore
It has been babbling for none knows how long and will forever more.
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3987.
The Only Thing I Fear

My thoughts on an afterlife are never clear
The thought of dying is the only thing I fear
But to the reaper's scythe I too must fall
The journey through life does end for us all
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3988.
I Do Not Understand

I'd like to be financially well off of that why should I lie
And I'd love to live forever I don't want to die
But like all things of life on me a terminal span
Though I hope to live for as long as I can.
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3989.
Some Form Of Addiction

Nearly everyone suffers from some form of addiction nearly everyone is addictive in some way
As for me I suffer a penning addiction I pen a few more doggerls every day
The urge to write in me is so addictive the inspiration of the muse it does transcend
Though I am one who should know from experience that your addiction to you never is your friend
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3990.
For Many Years

For many years I have loved Mother Nature she is the one who so amazes me
She is the one who feeds all living life forms the Goddess of the Land and of the Sea
The mystery of her presence all around me her beauty in every flowering bush and tree
She outlives all of her life forms and her Seasons she is not destined for mortality.
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