John F. McCullagh
John F. McCullagh Poems
|881.||A Tenuous Tenor||10/26/2009|
|882.||A Rose Without A Thorn||11/16/2010|
|883.||A Prayer For Thanksgiving,2010||11/15/2010|
|884.||A Pale Horse, George A. Custer And The Seventh Calvary||1/30/2011|
|885.||A Year Ago Today, The 9/11 Poem||10/25/2009|
|886.||A Snowflake’s Revenge||12/20/2009|
|887.||A Light Before Dying (Dark Humor)||9/28/2010|
|888.||(it Was) A Very Good Year.||10/24/2010|
|889.||A Cup Of Tea||2/16/2010|
|890.||sacred Flame (A Tale Of The Neanderthals) L||2/26/2010|
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 ...
Anonymous is a funny name
for a writer on an Opt-Ed page.
I'd want a by line, I suppose,
if I were going to step on toes.
I know the President would glower
to find me speaking truth to power.
He'd say "You're fired! " on the spot
but I 'd have my verbal parting shot.
Hashtag "Not Me" is all you hear