John F. McCullagh
John F. McCullagh Poems
|841.||A Little Bit Of Brooklyn||8/29/2010|
|842.||A Rose Amidst The Thorns||12/10/2010|
|843.||A Brewed Awakening||11/29/2010|
|845.||A Misplaced Minute||12/30/2009|
|846.||A Study In Scarlett||12/15/2010|
|847.||A Murder In Chatham||10/31/2009|
|850.||A Pale Horse, George A. Custer And The Seventh Calvary||1/30/2011|
|851.||A Man For All Seasons||1/28/2011|
|852.||A Life In The Theater||5/1/2010|
|853.||A Tenuous Tenor||10/26/2009|
|854.||A Rose Without A Thorn||11/16/2010|
|855.||A Prayer For Thanksgiving,2010||11/15/2010|
|856.||A Year Ago Today, The 9/11 Poem||10/25/2009|
|857.||A Snowflake’s Revenge||12/20/2009|
|858.||A Light Before Dying (Dark Humor)||9/28/2010|
|859.||(it Was) A Very Good Year.||10/24/2010|
|860.||A Cup Of Tea||2/16/2010|
|861.||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 ...
Beauty And The Beast
In face and feature, line and grace,
a beauty like few others.
The first blush of her youth now past
Found her a wife and mother.
Her husband was a brutish man
Of gentleness devoid
His psychiatrist’s opinion read: