John F. McCullagh

Veteran Poet - 1,957 Points [The Hobbit] (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

John F. McCullagh Poems

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

It is bounded by the gyre, this sea without a shore.
It once was but a sea of weeds but now there is much more.
Here are plastic bags and cups discarded thoughtlessly.
Refuse from our teeming shores comes here eventually.

In another time and place these waters were deep blue
crystal clean and beautiful as when first Columbus viewed.
Dappled sunshine lit these waves in this sea without a shore
but now it is a garbage dump (as if we needed more.)

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