Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan Poems

1. The Timid And The Brave 12/19/2007
2. Makarora 12/19/2007
3. Old Stan 12/19/2007
4. The Loves Of Rosita 12/19/2007
5. Return Of The Redwings 12/19/2007
6. The Street Girls Of St Kilda 12/19/2007
7. We Act As If We Are Important 12/19/2007
8. Those Grand Old Balladeers 12/19/2007
9. The Woman Who Loved Roses 12/20/2007
10. Shouting At The Trees 12/20/2007
11. Pete The Raggy 12/20/2007
12. Stan Whose Wife Left Him For A Woman 12/20/2007
13. The Fields Of Claraghatlea North 12/20/2007
14. There Isn'T Any Doggerel There 12/20/2007
15. Without Losers There Wouldn'T Be Winners 12/20/2007
16. The Bells Of Old St Davids 12/20/2007
17. The Singing Lady 12/20/2007
18. A Tolerant Society 12/21/2007
19. Another Dead Wombat 12/24/2007
20. Gay Pigs 12/24/2007
21. Billy Of One Hand 12/24/2007
22. The Christmas Party 12/24/2007
23. Goldfish 12/24/2007
24. A Bunch Of Flowers 12/25/2007
25. There In The Gray Of The Morning 12/25/2007
26. I See Myself As A Judgemental Person 12/25/2007
27. Darren 12/25/2007
28. Joseph Louis Barrow 12/25/2007
29. The Free Range Sow 12/25/2007
30. Nowhere Town 12/25/2007
31. The Old Doubting Thomas 12/25/2007
32. Good On You Mr Reaper 12/25/2007
33. The Gift Of Compassion 12/25/2007
34. In The Age Of Botox 12/25/2007
35. Doing Their Own Thing 12/26/2007
36. They Judge You Better 12/26/2007
37. Our Search Is For True Happiness 12/26/2007
38. Through The Eyes Of Erica 12/26/2007
39. The Old Miners Of Wonthaggi 12/27/2007
40. The Jogger 12/27/2007
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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