Francis Duggan

Out of the genius in your soul the artist in you grew

Painted the wood in Autumn gold under sky so real and blueBut you’ll remember won’t you ‘mate’ there’s greater one than you.The college dons with literary degrees have praised the poems you’ve wroteAnd since you’ve won the literary prize you’ve become a famous poetAnd people say how great you are and your type are so…

She had loved him and she still does and love’s ache hurts to the core

Promised her he’d be back to her he’d return by the MayBut she never more did see him and where he live now who can say.She has lost some of her beauty through her brown locks strands of grayYouth bring a fresh flush of beauty that passing time will take awayShe’s known love and disappointment…

In Laurence Bloomfield In Ireland lives the genius of the poet

That took place in the Ireland of his timeWhen to be poor was punishable crime.He lived when famine ravaged his HomelandYou know of history you might understandWhy Ireland once was Land of death and tearsThe sufferings of the poor in famine years.His poem on the fairies is a gem of joyI learned it by heart…

When you talk of the recession you don’t find it hard to lie

Bank interest keep on rising and the cost of living highAnd why the working classes hate you why you wonder why? .Damn all you politicians you don’t deserve respectThe people who give you the power you never do protectFrom the bureaucrats and bankers who grow wealthier by the dayFor their lavish lifestyles and parties it’s…