John F. McCullagh

Gold Star - 4,504 Points [The Hobbit] (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

John F. McCullagh Poems

641. The Fork In The Road 9/23/2015
642. Their Final Exam 10/2/2015
643. Turning Leaf 10/10/2015
644. The Hanging Tree 10/12/2015
645. Ask Not 10/14/2015
646. The Opposite Of Love 11/13/2015
647. Sanctuary 11/18/2015
648. Sixty One 11/20/2015
649. Marching To Absurdistan 12/7/2015
650. The Anniversary 12/12/2015
651. Thirteen Steps 12/20/2015
652. Stella Andrea Bernadette Miller 12/29/2015
653. A Chance Encounter 2/3/2018
654. The Hollow Dream Called Glory 2/11/2018
655. Trouble In Romeoville 2/11/2018
656. Trouble In Romeoville! 2/15/2018
657. William Shakespeare-Plagiarist? 2/15/2018
658. Call It A Night 2/16/2018
659. The End Of Their Affair 2/24/2018
660. Beneath The Coral Sea -new- 3/6/2018
661. One -new- 3/13/2018
662. Red White And True 2/19/2015
663. The Second Day 2/7/2015
664. The Wisdom Of Solomon 1/12/2015
665. The Old Oak Tree 1/19/2015
666. In A Nutshell 1/9/2015
667. A Fool For Love 1/9/2015
668. The Swarm 12/17/2014
669. The Pillars Of Creation 1/6/2015
670. Henry, Man Of Sorrows 12/12/2014
671. The Man Who Would Not Be King 10/24/2014
672. The Woman From The Well 10/18/2014
673. The Turing Machine 10/5/2014
674. Downtown Train 9/29/2014
675. The Old Man 8/12/2014
676. The Stone Carver 8/29/2014
677. The Pearl Of Great Price 9/23/2014
678. Red Ceramic Poppy 7/30/2014
679. Warm Summer Rain (Country Western Song) 7/27/2014
680. The Last Alarm: 9-11-01 7/19/2014

Comments about John F. McCullagh

  • Mikhail Sonkin (4/28/2016 9:53:00 AM)

    Dear John,
    This is the first time when I tried to read contemporary English poem. I am a Russian who live in USA 24 years, and I am 71, and I write some poem too. My Russian friend translated some of your poems, I liked them so I decided to read in English.
    I love this poem. You are right in your last lines. In a two years I and my wife will have 50 anniversary of our marriage. It is an answer on your poem.
    Best wishes Mikhail Sonkin

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Best Poem of 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 ...

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Storybook Of Dreams

It happened in a darkened room where many strangers sat nearby.
The ceiling was a field of stars, an image of the Fall night sky.
along the walls, in bas-relief, minarets of a Moroccan town.
I crunched my Popcorn and slurped my Coke, impatient for it to begin.
Now all grow quiet as we gazed in wonder at the


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