Francis Duggan Beauty Poems

They know little of life and even less of Nature though they have what matters most
And that is heaps of money something worthy of a boast
For money speaks every language as some are known to say
That's how it is and will remain in the World of today.
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To tell her she is beautiful is not that hard to say
And 'twill only make her feel good about herself and help to make her day
She may even blush a little and say that's not really true
But thank you for the compliment it is so sweet of you.
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Were I a poet I'd write of Nature's beauty around me
The songs of the birds on bush, hedge and tree
The flowers of the garden so lovely to see
The beauty of Nature to look at is free.
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I cannot lay claim to the title of poet
Or I'll never be worthy of literary note
But the beauty of Nature I greatly admire
And of singing her praises I never do tire
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I wish I could sing of the beauty I see
The beauty of Nature that's all around me
In the warmth of November of the Southern Spring
The blackbird and magpie and shrike thrush do sing.
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The men with guns and dogs on sunday are hunting sambar deer
And the loud cracks of their rifles on the high woodlands I hear
And then the hills are silent and the only living sound
Is the magpie piping on stringybark upon the higher ground.
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The beauty of Nature is all around me
The wattlebirds call on the blossoming tree
The kangaroos in the bright sunshine of day
Amongst the rank rushes are hidden away
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A lovely Spring day the wildborn birds are singing and the warm sun shining in the clear blue sky
And white butterflies flitting in the flowering gardens and the dark winged swallows chirping as they fly
The last week of the southern November and the southern Summer just a week away
The temperatures in the low to the mid twenties this surely does rate as a perfect day,
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The beauty of Nature is such a splendid thing
In the sunlit Parkland the birds chirp and sing
Young magpies are piping on the sheoak trees
And there is a gentle freshness in the mild Summer breeze.
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Three decades back so pretty and lovely to behold
The beauty of the seventies she now is looking old
Though she dyes her hair brown and wears makeup to cloak her wrinkles and gray
It does seem rather obvious she has known a better day.
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A walk in the garden of Nature and for it such a beautiful day
And the white backed magpie is fluting on a high branch of an old mountain gray
The scrub wrens in the undergrowth chirping their nest must be somewhere nearby
On this warm morning in September with the sun shining in the clear sky.
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Her eyes like her skin shade a nuggety brown
And she's not a local this not her Hometown
And her hair straight and dark as the wing of a crow
And beauty goes with her where ever she go.
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Such beauty that one does not pay for to see
A beautiful goldfinch on a blackwood tree
So lovely to look at and lovely to hear
The beauty of Nature is everywhere near.
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In her mid twenties withthe inner glow
Her wavy shoulder length hair dark as the wing of a crow
With dark brown eyes she looks so attractive to behold
A descendant of a race that in time is very old
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I remember her when her hair was light brown
When she was a young convent flower girl in Millstreet Town
At a Corpus Christi procession on a Summer Sunday long gone
Only memories of what was today living on
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In mini wood just out of Millstreet Town
The tree creepers were running up and down
The tree trunks as they searched for insect prey
Their habits never changed from day to day.
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It was the Cork County Council i remember
Who cut the small wood by our house away
They did it for the purpose of road widening
But what a barren mess it looks today.
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With hair dye she cloaks time's natural gray
She was a Koroit beauty but in Koroit did not stay
When she was much younger in her physical prime
But this is going back some four decades in time
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Such beauty in Nature there is for to see
The beauty that is everywhere around me
Mid November the summer seventeen days away
The birds chirp and whistle on this warm Spring day
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So nice for to hear the birds whistle and sing
The park lush and green wears it's flowers of the Spring
In the sunny blue sky just a few clouds of gray
How good to be living on such a nice day
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The beauty we do not have to pay for to see
It is all around you and it is all around me
The beauty in Nature we see every day
The World's greatest beauty it does seem fair to say
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Though beauty in the eyes of the beholder or so we are told
Few can see any beauty in a face that is old
But from living experience one becomes more wise
Which after all does come at no big surprise
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True beauty from us is never far away
The beauty of Nature we see every day
The beauty the poets and artists celebrate
That only Nature has the power to create
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I do live far south of Hibernia's shore
And from Clara the old hill above Claramore
But in my flights of fancy I'm walking again
In the Claraghatlea fields in the wind and the rain
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The beauty of Nature is all around me
And every day in Nature such wonders to see
Within view of land above the sea the gannets fly
For their small marine prey they plunge down from the sky.
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The sheer power and beauty of Nature is something to fear and admire
The writers and artists to write of and sketch her she never does fail to inspire
And yet many of us does take her for granted though off of our Earth Mother we live
We only seem for to take from her and back to her little does give
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The beautiful cock pheasants can be heard to crow
Today in the fields where the rushes do grow
Where the lark a musical speck in the gray of the sky
Is singing as upwards to the clouds he does fly
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Everyday Nature's Beauty is all around me
Wherever i turn to look there are wonders to see
A magpie is warbling on a sunlit gum tree
Sights and sounds for to live on in memory
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A natural beauty to view that is free
The beauty of Nature is all around me
A beauty to us that is always near
On every Season and every day of the year
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She was quite a beauty five decades ago
Before time that ages everything became her foe
The town's number one beauty in her physical prime
Though this is going back some five decades in time
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In Nature there's beauty for all to be seen
Her Autumns of brown and her Springs of green
Her Summers of sunshine and beautiful flowers
And her snow capped hills of Winter and her wind driven showers
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Her wild birds are chirping on bush and on tree
The beauty in Nature so lovely to hear and to see
It is a rare beauty that will never die
But is mortality for Humankind based on a lie
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Once a place of natural beauty for all to be enjoyed
Due to the financial greed of developers the park has been destroyed
Most of the trees shelter for the ringtail and brush tail possums have been cut away
It is an ugly sight that I do gaze upon today.
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Though your physical beauty may take you quite far
That does not tell us of the person you are
True beauty is too deep for eyes for to find
'Tis hidden away in the caves of the mind
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The moorhens are out swimming with their young brood
Amongst the water lilies searching for food
And on a weeping willow on the banks of the lake
A sweet voice of Nature one cannot mistake
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Her type of woman most men like to admire
One of the prettiest nubile young women of the Moyne Shire
With shoulder length wavy hair of a dark brown
Surely one of the finest in old Koroit Town
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Her type of woman most men like to admire
One of the prettiest nubile young women of the Moyne Shire
With shoulder length wavy hair of a dark brown
Surely one of the finest in old Koroit Town
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Love it is a thing of beauty but the words i love you easy to say
And time with it always bring changes and things can even change much in a day
Last week whilst he made love to her he told her that he loved her so
And though love can be a joyful feeling it can have its side affects of woe
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That beauty is in the eyes of the beholder remains true today
The old bloke in his eighties his hair silver gray
Can only see great physical beauty in his aged wife
Though her physical appearance does tell of one of a long lived life
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There is beauty around us every day for to see
A magpie is warbling high on a tall tree
And the yellow billed dark feathered songsters of Spring
So lovely for to hear the male blackbirds sing
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How pleasant the sweet scent of grass freshly mowed for hay
And the hum of nectar gathering bees on a nice Summer's day
And the songs of the birds always a joy to hear
Nature has her beauty at all times of year
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Often in my dreams i hear and i see
A male robin singing on a silver birch tree
When Spring has arrived with her wildflowers and green
And the bluebells are in bloom on the ditch of every bohreen
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For it's scenice beauty in a class of it's own
The City of Warrnambool is widely known
For it's hospitable people and it's many a smiling face
That helps to make Warrnambool such a welcoming place
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The beauty in Nature for all to enjoy
I grew to love her as a very young boy
In the fields by my first home from here far away
I did love her then and i love her today
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Beauty is in the eyes of the behoder as some does say
And relevant to the individual it does seem this way
Some see beauty in another person some see beauty in a flower or a tree
Beauty has many faces is how it seems to be
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Much about him has been written of his life and acts of shame
And for all the worst of reasons his has become a World known name
He shot to death thirty five people maimed and injured many more
And in half an hour of brutal hatred he left grief and pain and gore.
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When I want to see beauty I need not travel far
Not even for a short drive in a car
Outside my window on flowering callistemon tree
A natural thing of beauty there to see.
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When I was a school girl in Bayswater
The nearest house was a quarter of a mile away
Around our home were farms, gums and acacias
But Bayswater is a concrete place today.
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A cool breeze and warm sunshine I love these days of Spring
And in park at Mermaid Waters the wild birds chirp and sing
And the young noisy miner as big as mother now
But still he calls to her for food upon the sunlit bough.
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Long before the mildness of the Spring and yellow flowers are on the broom
On the cold and wet depths of mid Winter the the pale jonquils are in bloom
When the wattles are covered in their flowers as bright as polished gold
Even in mid Winter in the south lands Nature's beauty to behold
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