John F. McCullagh
Biography of John F. McCullagh
My influences are Browning, Service, Donne, Thomas Grey, E.A. Poe and Shakespeare.
John F. McCullagh Poems
A Light Before Dying (Dark Humor)
She had been through so much, Still, the cancer had spread Now six weeks into treatment She's confined to her bed.
sacred Flame (A Tale Of The Neanderthal...
The newcomers killed my woman,
A Cup Of Tea
A cup of tea, some soda bread, Would you take some milk and sugar, friend? Sit here by the fireside And share with me the daylights end.
(it Was) A Very Good Year.
My minds image of my Ellen Is like a rose preserved from time. Or like a treasured bottle from a vintage year for wine.
A Snowflake’s Revenge
My brother died upon a tongue But now I with my legions come
A Year Ago Today, The 9/11 Poem
It was a year ago today Twin towers built of steel and stone Still stood beside the water’s edge To greet the final morning dawn
A Pale Horse, George A. Custer And The S...
A horse to Ride, A sword to wield, an ocean of grass to tame. The Seventh was out in the field to make George Custer’s name.
I was one of thirty embryos,
In an antiquated walk-up in an older part of town, The photographer waits patiently for her to shed her gown.
A Prayer For Thanksgiving,2010
A Prayer for Thanksgiving,2010 Lord, we humbly thank you For the feast you set before us.
A Rose Without A Thorn
I knew a rose without a thorn, The rarest bloom that grows
A Tenuous Tenor
He sang a tenor’s part- No more a tenor really
A Life In The Theater
There are faces in the darkness There to see and not be seen.
A Man For All Seasons
The sunlight is too bright for me- I was in prison for so long. My trial, a show staged by the Court,
The Poppy Seller
The poppy seller stands near the Rotunda.
He vends his paper flowers as before.
He wears a small red poppy in Remembrance
of heroes fallen in our nation’s wars.
The people pass as if he’s’ non existent,
more interested to buy well watered beer.
The Veteran feels the sting of their indifference-