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Best Poems From
FRANCIS DUGGAN
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Some Of Our Life
Some of our life spent working and some of our life we spend in bed
And some of our life socializing and the body too has to be fed
And like all life forms we do not live forever we are born one day for to die
The same for the sheep, goat and donkey as it is for you and for I.
Of life after death do not ask me or of after life heaven and hell
Of such places deceased people I knew to me never came back to tell
Each to their own that's how it does seem or at least that is how it should be
That's as much positive thought as you will get from some one as negative as me.
Some of our time with pub mates drinking and waffling, the sporting greats we do recall
The greats of boxing, cricket and tennis and our favourite codes of football
For to meet those who bask in the glory of others one does not have to travel far
Perhaps just a short walk from where you live there surely is a Public Bar.
Some of our life trying to impart knowledge we may think we are very wise
But that we are not that enlightened is something we do not realize
The more we know the less we know we do know a fact of life that with us remain
And the self serving and egotistical die as egostistical and vain.
Francis Duggan
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Some Of The Girls
Some of the girls I knew in my boyhood years in Millstreet in Duhallow
The wanderlust was in their young hearts and their dreams they did follow
To bigger Towns beyond the seas far from the Finnow and Blackwater
The saddened parents shed their tears for their migrating daughter.
In the Corpus Christi processions through Millstreet Town the young convent school girls looked pretty
Some of them later on migrated to live and work in the big City
With their baskets of flower petals they kissed the petals and on the street then threw them
Oh they were innocent and young to us young boys who knew them.
Some of the girls I knew in my school going days are now with the departed
But in my memory they live on young and pure and light- hearted
I visualize them as they were and they have not grown older
In their ginger, brown, dark and blond hair that hung loose to the shoulder.
Some of the girls I knew in my school going days still living in Duhallow
They fell in love with and married local men each has a different dream to follow
They kissed and tossed their flower petals as they walked in the procession
In their white communion dresses innocence in their expression.
Francis Duggan
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Some Of The So Called Highest Of Achievers
Some of the so called highest of achievers they so disappoint me
They use their position of influence to oppress humanity,
They desecrate Mother Nature and pollute her lands and seas
And render people homeless and create refugees.
Some of the so called highest of achievers sad to say abuse their power
They are the noxious weeds of the Human World who stifle every flower
And why they are known as high achievers I ask the question why
When so many suffer due to them and far too many die?
They rule in so called Democratic Countries as well as in the third World Land
And why these people are given power I do not understand,
They talk of freedom and human rights yet do they know or care
That they too are responsible for human suffering and despair?
Some of the so called highest of achievers too go to church to pray
Yet does their God tell them for to bomb poor Countries far away
And if their God feel the way they feel then their God must be cruel?
Any genuine high achiever with the power of might don't rule.
Some of the so called highest of achievers spiritually bereft over all
And history will not be kind to them when historians will recall
That the suffering they created lived for decades of years
And they too were responsible for sorrow, death and tears.
Francis Duggan
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Some Of Them
Some of them are not now with the living and some of them live distant from me
But them i will always remember the people i will never more see
Some of them i did not get on with we did look at life differently
But like my friends them i remember and like my friends they remain in my memory,
Some of them are in or near the Hometown and some of them from there live quite far away
And some of them in different cemeteries at peace with the World now lay
But them i will always remember and them i will never forget
And though the past it is now gone forever the past i do never regret,
Some of them live distant from Ireland from their old homes in North Cork
In Cities such as Christchurch and Melbourne and Sydney and London, Paris and New York
They went to seek their fortunes elsewhere and said their goodbyes to the hill
And like me in their wild flights of fancy they hear the dipper in the rill
That babbles on down through the high field to the river that flows to the sea
And Nature she lives on forever and a true immortal is she.
Francis Duggan
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