John F. McCullagh
Biography of John F. McCullagh
My influences are Browning, Service, Donne, Thomas Grey, E.A. Poe and Shakespeare.
John F. McCullagh Poems
Sacred Flame (A tale of the Neanderthal...
The newcomers killed my woman,
A snowflake’s Revenge
My brother died upon a tongue But now I with my legions come
(It Was) A Very Good Year.
My minds image of my Ellen Is like a rose preserved from time. Or like a treasured bottle from a vintage year for wine.
A Cup of Tea
A cup of tea, some soda bread, Would you take some milk and sugar, friend? Sit here by the fireside And share with me the daylights end.
A Light before Dying (Dark humor)
She had been through so much, Still, the cancer had spread Now six weeks into treatment She's confined to her bed.
A Rose without a thorn
I knew a rose without a thorn, The rarest bloom that grows
A year ago today, the 9/11 poem
It was a year ago today Twin towers built of steel and stone Still stood beside the water’s edge To greet the final morning dawn
A Prayer for Thanksgiving,2010
A Prayer for Thanksgiving,2010 Lord, we humbly thank you For the feast you set before us.
A Murder in Chatham
St. Patrick’s Church was sparsely filled For Friday morning mass The seniors getting restless- the clock read a quarter past.
A Man for All Seasons
The sunlight is too bright for me- I was in prison for so long. My trial, a show staged by the Court,
The call went out It meant one thing. Death in the line of duty
A pale Horse, George A. Custer and the S...
A horse to Ride, A sword to wield, an ocean of grass to tame. The Seventh was out in the field to make George Custer’s name.
A Life in the Theater
There are faces in the darkness There to see and not be seen.
A Rose Amidst the thorns
Roses in profusion bloomed along our garden wall. They were both red and yellow- tea hybrids, I recall.
The Poppy Seller
The poppy seller stands near the Rotunda.
He vends his paper flowers as before.
He wears a small red poppy in Remembrance
of heroes fallen in our nation’s wars.
The people pass as if he’s’ non existent,
more interested to buy well watered beer.
The Veteran feels the sting of their indifference-