John F. McCullagh

Veteran Poet - 1,233 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Heart’s Desire - Poem by John F. McCullagh

For years it was the seat of Love;
an all-consuming fire.
Eros was his guiding light
to which his thoughts aspired.
His words have touched so many hearts,
a master of his art.
But now his heart is silent
but not his Heart’s desire.
For, surely, one who loved so well
lives on an astral plane.
I cast my verses and my pen
With Shakespeare in the grave
And pray the Lord his soul to keep
While we his music save.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

My Tribute to Chis (Shakespeare's waste bin) a fine Romantic poet whose death last night is a terrible lost to all.

Comments about Heart’s Desire by John F. McCullagh

  • Rookie - 33 Points Mark Dillon (10/12/2013 6:40:00 AM)

    R.I.P Nice write John. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 12, 2013


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