John F. McCullagh
John F. McCullagh Poems
|364.||The God Of Doubt||9/1/2013|
|367.||Memories In Melody||9/4/2013|
|372.||To Be Forever Young||7/14/2013|
|374.||His New Blue Suit||7/21/2013|
|376.||I Am The Ball||10/13/2013|
|381.||Mediums, Well Done||10/16/2013|
|383.||She Wished Me Love||10/20/2013|
|384.||To A Violent Grave||10/25/2013|
|387.||The Lost Generation||11/14/2013|
|388.||A Loss Like No Other||11/16/2013|
|389.||The Price Of Admission||12/3/2013|
|390.||Don’t Make Him Laugh||12/20/2013|
|391.||Zeus And Company||12/22/2013|
|392.||One Woman’s Right To Choose||12/22/2013|
|393.||A Pint At Christmas||12/23/2013|
|394.||It's The Bottom Of The Ninth||12/28/2013|
|395.||The Mouth Of The Flowers||12/28/2013|
|397.||They Came For The Beer||12/31/2013|
|398.||Photographs Without Memories||1/2/2014|
|400.||I Wore A Gold Star||12/14/2013|
Comments about 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 ...
The Race For The Cure
I had a sister once
She had sunshine in her smile
She was everybody’s friend
For you she’d gladly walk a mile
When I see her in my mind’s eye
Jeanette’s forever young
When we lost her to the monster
She was only 41.