John F. McCullagh

Bronze Star - 2,972 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. When We Dead Awaken 10/26/2009
10. The Road To Emmaus 10/26/2009
11. The Sound Of Your Laughter 10/27/2009
12. Keystone State Of Mind- Song Parody 10/28/2009
13. Diamond In The Rough 10/29/2009
14. Same Sentence 10/31/2009
15. The Strand* 10/31/2009
16. Lucky Man 10/31/2009
17. Burning Bush 10/31/2009
18. The Only Way Is Through 10/31/2009
19. Farewell To My Fans 10/31/2009
20. The Visit 10/31/2009
21. Childhood’s End 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 Death Of The Washington Madam 10/31/2009
29. There Used To Be A Ballpark Here 10/31/2009
30. Meaningful Games 10/31/2009
31. The Clock Radio 11/18/2009
32. Full Faith And Credit 11/20/2009
33. Stardust 12/3/2009
34. No Comfort, No Joy (Christmas At The Social Security Office) 12/11/2009
35. State Of The Union 12/18/2009
36. Naked Girl 12/18/2009
37. Strange Bedfellows 12/26/2009
38. Undress For The T.S.A (Tune Of Come To The Cabaret) 1/14/2010
39. The Escape Of Billy The Kid 1/17/2010
40. Drive Time 1/22/2010
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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Until We Meet Again

I will not let my hand let go your hand.
How little time together here remains:
Dear sister- looking old, frail, and confused-
lost somewhere in Morpheus’ gentle dreams.

The taxi that I called is downstairs waiting,
and shortly I must tear myself away
Knowing that our parting will be final-

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