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So Easy To Read And Not Hard To Recite
So easy to read and not hard to recite
Rhyme is a thing anybody can write
And would be poets many and poets are few
You might say to that tell us something that's new
Still I remain as a fan of old fashioned rhyme
Though literary critics say it is of another time
But we agree to differ it does seem that way
And each to their own as some do like to say
I love the poems of Mangan and Burns and Clare
They surely were true poets and true poets are rare
And though everyone welcome in the wordsmith trade
Few writers of any sort do make the grade
And few ever become the toast of the town
And fewer still do know of widespread renown.
Francis Duggan
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So Far From Sliabh Luachra
From the high narrow road that leads to Knocknagree
The Paps of East Kerry he will never more see
An aged man with a terminal illness just waiting to die
His bones they will rest neath the southern sky.
With his deceased Aussie wife he is destined to lay
Far from the old fields and old groves of his boyhood day
But yet not too old or weak to visualize
The song of the robin to welcome sun-rise.
The bigger World out there it was to be seen
And he left old Sliabh Luachra when he was nineteen
But now his days are all but numbered he has seen his last Spring
And he will never again hear the white breasted dipper sing
In the stream by the house where he lived as a boy
When the rain it poured down and the flood flowed bank high
And though the life from him it is fading away
Till his last breath the memories of home with him will stay.
From life's worries and cares he will soon find release
And in this Southern Land he will rest in peace
So far from Sliabh Luachra where he grew to a man
And the Countryside where his life's journey began.
Francis Duggan
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So Few Are Poets
Perhaps he said it for to hurt my feelings when he dismissed the stuff i pen as doggerel
I know myself that i have room for improvement though the stuff i write i never try to sell
I just send it into The Web Poetry Corner Webmaster Willy Chaplin never does say no
He is prepared to include everybody for all he does believe in a fair go.
So few are poets so many are poetasters that's how it is and that's how 'twill always be
And on second thoughts he was not out to offend me he was merely saying what he thought of me
And though the truth it often can seem bitter i do not have a desire to prove him wrong
As I've known for years that i am a poetaster and that i will never be a prince of song.
But till the day i die I'll be a rhymer and though three decades now past my life's prime
I'll always be the fellow from Duhallow the one who keeps on penning reams of rhyme
The migrant who will die as a poetaster i try my best though my best not good enough
As the critics might say just an addictive rhymer but i feel happy when I'm penning stuff.
And I'll send my verses into Willy Chaplin and he will include them in his Dreamagic site
And for as long as Willy publishes my efforts new stuff i will feel happy for to write,
I'm not a poet just your average sort of rhymer and my better days in life are now long gone
But i will pen until the reaper my life will claim for i am one to keep on keeping on.
Francis Duggan
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So Few Of Us
So few of us of sin are unpolluted
And so few of us 'twould seem are free of taint
You will not travel far to find a sinner
But in your travels you won't meet a saint.
And yet we started on our life journey as innocent
And before we learned how to walk we had to crawl
And in big brother's eyes we are not all seen as equals
And too few believe on a fair go for all.
So few of us make allowances for others
We judge people by their religion and their race
And other people their right to be different
Is something we do find hard to embrace.
Despite what we think of ourselves we are quite tribal
And as tribal people we always will remain
Suppose we do feel security in numbers
In a large tribe personal power we do gain.
So few of us are without sin it does seem
And us will always be opposed to they
We do not embrace their right to be different
That's why there are so many wars today.
Francis Duggan
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