Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan Poems

201. A Fly Stuck In A Spider's Web 5/24/2008
202. A Form Of Admiration 9/11/2009
203. A Form Of Control 7/27/2008
204. A Former Rose 8/26/2016
205. A Former Rose Of Port Fairy 7/23/2008
206. A Forsaken Woman 3/28/2008
207. A Fountain Of Knowledge 1/21/2016
208. A Frail Octogenarian 7/29/2009
209. A Free Range Idiot 3/12/2017
210. A Friend Of Mine 6/3/2008
211. A Friend That Is True 4/16/2017
212. A Friendly Stranger 3/30/2008
213. A Fringe Dweller 7/25/2008
214. A Fringe Dwelling Man 9/19/2016
215. A Frog's Just A Frog 7/19/2008
216. A Gem Of The Moyne Shire Old Koroit Town 3/7/2017
217. A Gentle Man 6/19/2016
218. A Gift To All Women 5/31/2008
219. A Glimpse Into Nature's Soul 5/30/2008
220. A God For All People 10/7/2016
221. A God Within In Every Child 3/28/2010
222. A Godless Infidel 2/19/2016
223. A Gold Coast Christmas Day 6/19/2016
224. A Goldfinch Is Singing 6/7/2008
225. A Good Citizen 5/25/2008
226. A Good Day For Me 1/20/2017
227. A Good Friend Of Mine 3/19/2017
228. A Good Friend To Me 3/22/2008
229. A Good Man Is Hard To Find 4/9/2008
230. A Good Man Though 2/6/2016
231. A Good Person 12/28/2007
232. A Good Person To Know 1/23/2016
233. A Good Person To Know Of 3/11/2016
234. A Good Rhyming Poem 3/27/2016
235. A Good Sort Of A Bloke 5/21/2016
236. A Good Sport 5/18/2008
237. A Good Story To Tell 1/31/2008
238. A Good Woman 2/28/2008
239. A Grand Old Pair 5/2/2016
240. A Gray Haired Fellow From Wonthaggi 6/7/2016
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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