John F. McCullagh

Veteran Poet - 1,233 Points [The Hobbit] (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

John F. McCullagh Poems

1. Robert Emmet 10/25/2009
2. Until We Meet Again 10/25/2009
3. The Race For The Cure 10/25/2009
4. The Santa Conspiracy 10/26/2009
5. The Race 10/26/2009
6. The Copse Of Trees 10/26/2009
7. The Gift By A Donor 10/26/2009
8. The Crown Of Thorns 10/26/2009
9. The Road To Emmaus 10/26/2009
10. The Sound Of Your Laughter 10/27/2009
11. Keystone State Of Mind- Song Parody 10/28/2009
12. Diamond In The Rough 10/29/2009
13. Same Sentence 10/31/2009
14. The Strand* 10/31/2009
15. Lucky Man 10/31/2009
16. Burning Bush 10/31/2009
17. The Death Of The Washington Madam 10/31/2009
18. There Used To Be A Ballpark Here 10/31/2009
19. Meaningful Games 10/31/2009
20. The Only Way Is Through 10/31/2009
21. Farewell To My Fans 10/31/2009
22. The Visit 10/31/2009
23. Faded Photographs 11/1/2009
24. Soliloquy Of The First Time Buyer 11/4/2009
25. Twenty Seven! 11/5/2009
26. Family Tree 11/6/2009
27. Dancing In The Dark 11/8/2009
28. Fight Like A Girl 11/10/2009
29. The Clock Radio 11/18/2009
30. Full Faith And Credit 11/20/2009
31. Stardust 12/3/2009
32. State Of The Union 12/18/2009
33. Strange Bedfellows 12/26/2009
34. Narrow Bed 1/4/2010
35. Annonymity 1/4/2010
36. Undress For The T.S.A (Tune Of Come To The Cabaret) 1/14/2010
37. The Escape Of Billy The Kid 1/17/2010
38. Drive Time 1/22/2010
39. The Dancer 1/24/2010
40. Patti Smith, By Maplethorpe 1/31/2010
Best Poem of John F. McCullagh

sacred Flame (A Tale Of The Neanderthals) L




The newcomers killed my woman,
Ransacked my cave and killed my child.
My brother and I had been out hunting,
The only reason we’re still alive.

We noticed first as we drew closer
The sacred fire had gone out.
We dropped our catch and sniffed the air-
When I smelled blood I grabbed my axe.

My spirit dropped, my heart was saddened
My woman and my child lay dead
The newcomers had speared the baby
A club caved in my woman’s head.

My brother took the child to bury
I built a rock cairn for my mate
I stroked her matted hair in ...

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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-

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