Francis Duggan Poems

Not all things in life goes to plan
But you can only do the best you can
Lady luck has not been on your side
By her you are always denied
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My problems as a writer is I've written too much stuff
And much of it is slipshod and looking rather rough
Just an ageing Poetaster is all I can wish to be
And penning stuff a hungry game for a scribbler like me
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Far north of here I spent my best years though old memories refuse to fade
And there I grew to love the famous writers the legends of the wordsmith trade
Twenty one years in Australia in time may seem a lengthy span
But I'll always be a migrant here I was born an Irishman.
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Those who refer to some people as losers as people themselves are not nice
Before they even think once they always speak twice
That words can be soul destroying the point they seem to miss
Like most unenlightened people with them ignorance is bliss
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What most see as most important not all that it does seem
They swear by fame and money as being good for their self esteem
Material things serve the ego the ego in us all
And the ego is a thing of pride and pride comes before a fall
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In a World where millions of poems are being penned every day
And words are being used in every sort of a way
And on any one subject few seem to agree
That us humans are complex it does seem to me
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Every life form that lives on this Planet serves Nature in some sort of a way
And no life form in truth is vermin despite what some do think or say
Each life form is there for some purpose whatever that purpose may be
For the worth of each individual species ask one with more knowledge of Nature than me
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To hopes for a better future the poorest do cling
But who is to say for you what tomorrow will bring
Tonight who is to say your luck may be in
And tomorrow you may celebrate your big lotto win
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I hail from the Land of the gray hooded crow
Where Araglen and Finnow to the Blackwater flow
Through green old Duhallow on it's way to the sea
When I visualize such great beauty I see.
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Those who talk of my Country have surely got it wrong
We do not own the Country to the Country we belong
One should not be seen as privileged by birth or by birth place
The sharp scythe of the reaper makes equal every race
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