John F. McCullagh Poems

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291.
Dante And Beatrice

A pleasing emerald were those eyes
that turned to look at me.
Although I was a boy of nine,
that fixed my destiny.
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292.
Home Coming

A Man who served in Vietnam
is coming home today.
He’d scarcely recognize us-
so long he’s been away.
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293.
Until We Have Faces (2)

I told Ellen that I had to go,
an old friend was in need.
Barbra, my former fiancée,
sounded quite distraught indeed.
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294.
The Shadowlands

The Shadow-lands are here about,
hidden from even the most devout.
There those who were, then ceased to be,
enjoy post mortem revelry.
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295.
Motel Sex (And The Filthy Socialist Pig)

It used to be that capitalists
were often called bad names.
Now Strauss-Kahn, the Socialist
Has had his walk of shame.
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296.
Woodstock Generation/Memorial Day

For every aging boomer
there are one or two they've known:
Heroes of the battlefield
Who never made it home.
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297.
Virgin Sacrifice

The Virgins lay supine
unable to protest.
There would be no escape for them
from what would happen next.
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298.
Evergreen

I’ll sleep within these woods tonight,
That much, at least, is plain.
I’d hiked for several hours
And not much day remained.
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299.
Here Come The Brides

She may wear a Tux or
she may wear a dress.
They may write their own vows
for the love they confess.
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300.
In His Corner

</></>The Cut man and the manager
had seen this scene before.
Smoking Joe was staggering.
He looked destined for the floor.
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