John F. McCullagh
John F. McCullagh Poems
|841.||Al Gore Doesn’t Recycle||6/5/2010|
|842.||A Cry In The Night||11/4/2010|
|843.||A Knife In The Heart||2/11/2011|
|844.||A Little Bit Of Brooklyn||8/29/2010|
|845.||A Rose Amidst The Thorns||12/10/2010|
|846.||A Brewed Awakening||11/29/2010|
|848.||A Misplaced Minute||12/30/2009|
|849.||A Study In Scarlett||12/15/2010|
|850.||A Murder In Chatham||10/31/2009|
|853.||A Pale Horse, George A. Custer And The Seventh Calvary||1/30/2011|
|854.||A Man For All Seasons||1/28/2011|
|855.||A Life In The Theater||5/1/2010|
|856.||A Tenuous Tenor||10/26/2009|
|857.||A Rose Without A Thorn||11/16/2010|
|858.||A Prayer For Thanksgiving,2010||11/15/2010|
|859.||A Year Ago Today, The 9/11 Poem||10/25/2009|
|860.||A Snowflake’s Revenge||12/20/2009|
|861.||A Light Before Dying (Dark Humor)||9/28/2010|
|862.||(it Was) A Very Good Year.||10/24/2010|
|863.||A Cup Of Tea||2/16/2010|
|864.||sacred Flame (A Tale Of The Neanderthals) L||2/26/2010|
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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.