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 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.
(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 Snowflake’s Revenge
My brother died upon a tongue But now I with my legions come
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 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 Prayer For Thanksgiving,2010
A Prayer for Thanksgiving,2010 Lord, we humbly thank you For the feast you set before us.
A Rose Without A Thorn
I knew a rose without a thorn, The rarest bloom that grows
A Tenuous Tenor
He sang a tenor’s part- No more a tenor really
A Life In The Theater
There are faces in the darkness There to see and not be seen.
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,
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.
The call went out It meant one thing. Death in the line of duty
I was one of thirty embryos,
It might have been beautiful, and certainly smart
Born with your academics and my poet's heart.
It might have been witty, pithy and wise;
possessing your nose and my two emerald eyes.
It might have been evil; it may have proved kind;
the first of our brood was the last of our line.
Not that we ever will know, I suppose.
Just idle questions geneticists might pose