Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan Poems

15561. Your True Friend Will Stand By You 3/26/2017
15562. Your True Friends 4/27/2008
15563. Your Waking Nightmare 6/18/2016
15564. Your Word Is Your Honour 4/5/2008
15565. Your Word Should Be Your Bond 9/25/2008
15566. Your Words May Come Back To Bite You 5/11/2017
15567. Your Worth As A Person 11/20/2008
15568. Your Worth As A Person Do You Ever Doubt 1/16/2017
15569. Your Worth As A Person You So Often Do Doubt 2/24/2016
15570. Your Worth As A Person You Well May Doubt 9/24/2016
15571. Your Worth As A Writer You Often Do Doubt 6/12/2016
15572. Your Worth As A Writer You Sometimes 5/25/2016
15573. Youth And Age 3/18/2008
15574. Youth Has To Have It's Fling 5/19/2008
15575. Youth Must Have It's Fling 1/22/2016
15576. Youth Will Have It's Fling 7/21/2008
15577. Youth Will Have It's Fling This Well May Be 3/30/2009
15578. Youth's A Blissful Thing 7/23/2008
15579. You'Ve Got A Big Ego 5/14/2008
15580. You'Ve Journeyed Far In Your Long Life 4/21/2008
15581. You'Ve Lived For Seventy Years 8/23/2008
15582. You'Ve Travelled The Miles 7/6/2008
15583. Yvonne Delacy's Brainchild 4/30/2008
15584. Yvonne Harrington 4/14/2016
15585. Yvonne's Sixtieth Birthday 2/27/2008
15586. Zac 2/7/2008
15587. Zephyr Hart 2/17/2008
15588. Zig 10/3/2017
15589. Zinnedine Zidane 5/26/2008
15590. Zoo Lion 1/24/2008
15591. 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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Return Of The Redwings

O'er hills and fields and moonlit rural town
The redwings in their thousands journey down
From cold northlands to southern places bound
Again they fly back to their wintering ground

In early November I can still recall
In colder weather towards end of the Fall
Of hearing redwings in the starry sky
The migrant thrushes give voice as they fly.

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