Francis Duggan


Francis Duggan Poems

241. A Greenfinch Is Singing 2/25/2017
242. A Grieving Mother 11/15/2009
243. A Grieving Widow 3/29/2008
244. A Grounded Silver Gull 7/25/2016
245. A Grudge I Will Not Harbour 7/26/2008
246. A Happy Migrant 2/23/2008
247. A Happy Old Man 5/25/2016
248. A Happy Person Always Nice To Meet 1/10/2016
249. A Happy Sound 7/9/2016
250. A Hard Old World To Live In 8/30/2016
251. A Heartbreaking Thing 4/17/2016
252. A Heaven Without Fauna 5/11/2008
253. A Heavy Fog 7/8/2008
254. A Hobby To Their Kind 5/17/2008
255. A Holy Person 7/28/2008
256. A Holy War 1/6/2008
257. A Homeless Man 1/28/2008
258. A Homeless Old Man 8/5/2008
259. A Homeless Woman 12/21/2016
260. A Homesick Refugee 5/17/2008
261. A Horrible Thing 11/23/2016
262. A Huge Population 7/3/2008
263. A Human Rat Race 4/12/2008
264. A Human World Of Winners And Losers 11/11/2016
265. A Human World Without Love 7/15/2016
266. A Humbling Thing 2/17/2016
267. A Humid October Day 10/29/2008
268. A Hungry Belly Game 2/7/2008
269. A January Day 2/28/2017
270. A January Day In The Moyne Shire 3/3/2017
271. A January Day West Of Millstreet Town 3/1/2017
272. A January Morning In Knocknagree 1/5/2008
273. A Jimmy Carter Fan 2/1/2008
274. A Journey On The South Gippsland Freeway 2/2/2008
275. A Joy For To Meet 1/12/2016
276. A Judgemental Man 5/23/2008
277. A July Night In The Country Town 1/27/2016
278. A June Day 10/9/2016
279. A June Day In Duhallow 2/4/2008
280. A June Day In South West Victoria 10/8/2016
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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