Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan Poems

13601. Your Waking Nightmare 6/18/2016
13602. Your Word Is Your Honour 4/5/2008
13603. Your Word Should Be Your Bond 9/25/2008
13604. Your Worth As A Person 11/20/2008
13605. Your Worth As A Person Do You Ever Doubt -new- 1/16/2017
13606. Your Worth As A Person You So Often Do Doubt 2/24/2016
13607. Your Worth As A Person You Well May Doubt 9/24/2016
13608. Your Worth As A Writer You Often Do Doubt 6/12/2016
13609. Your Worth As A Writer You Sometimes 5/25/2016
13610. Youth And Age 3/18/2008
13611. Youth Has To Have It's Fling 5/19/2008
13612. Youth Must Have It's Fling 1/22/2016
13613. Youth Will Have It's Fling 7/21/2008
13614. Youth Will Have It's Fling This Well May Be 3/30/2009
13615. Youth's A Blissful Thing 7/23/2008
13616. You'Ve Got A Big Ego 5/14/2008
13617. You'Ve Journeyed Far In Your Long Life 4/21/2008
13618. You'Ve Lived For Seventy Years 8/23/2008
13619. You'Ve Travelled The Miles 7/6/2008
13620. Yvonne Delacy's Brainchild 4/30/2008
13621. Yvonne Harrington 4/14/2016
13622. Yvonne's Sixtieth Birthday 2/27/2008
13623. Zac 2/7/2008
13624. Zephyr Hart 2/17/2008
13625. Zinnedine Zidane 5/26/2008
13626. Zoo Lion 1/24/2008
13627. Zumba In Aubane 11/9/2016
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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Rocky peaks of Makarora in the summer wear their snow
And down the lush green grassy valley the clear mountain river flow
Songbirds piping in the beechwoods songthrush, bellbird and
This a place of peace and beauty Makarora has a soul.

These great mountains look no different than to when the first man came
They have a wild rugged beauty for want of a better name
To the coming generations these high peaks will look the same

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