John F. McCullagh

Silver Star - 4,462 Points [The Hobbit] (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

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
844. Adam 2/7/2011
845. A Misplaced Minute 12/30/2009
846. A Study In Scarlett 12/15/2010
847. A Murder In Chatham 10/31/2009
848. Adam’s Rib 2/8/2011
849. 5-5-5-5 2/11/2011
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

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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The Christmas Truce,1914

In the dark, past no man's land,
When the cold night's wind whispered low,
We heard a most incongruous sound;
christmas carols sung by our foe.

Someone raised a flag of truce
and we met them on contested ground.
We shared our food, some cigarettes.
Andhummed along with their joyful sound.

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