John F. McCullagh Poems

The old man sat on a log near the road,
with his faithful dog right by his side.
They had been walking
on the trail through the woods
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Here was age and here was beauty,
The nearly young and very old-
women standing, stripped stark naked
there were forty in all told.
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It started out quite harmlessly,
some naughty mixed with nice.
Then it turned into obsession,
an addiction and a vice.
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J.K. Rowling is the latest
to call herself a bloke.
Three Bronte sisters
Made up male names
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He was, at home, most comfortable
in collared shirt and jeans.
Just not the sort to put on airs
Or fancy dress, it seems.
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Two folded sheets of paper
were hidden in his stovepipe hat.
He mouthed the phrases with his lips
on the platform where they sat.
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No, you will not hear him anymore.
belting out a Broadway score.
You would wait forever
before he walks through that door.
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A weak and vacillating man,
one vain and narcissistic,
once drew a line upon the sand
with consequences cataclysmic.
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A Roman, noble and Patrician,
Moved his Legions into position.
The morning Sun was in their eyes
As they advanced upon Cannae.
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The enemy of my enemy
Is not, necessarily, a friend to me.
Sectarian based enmity
In Syria abounds.
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