John F. McCullagh Poems

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.
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I remember when they waved goodbye,
and left the earth behind
A roar, then an explosion
Indelible in my mind.
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THE ETERNAL QUESTION

She was just a child, really,
A girl of sixteen,
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Like a Siren calling me
Relentlessly to death,
My latent love of alcohol
haunts my every breath.
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Once upon an Earth lit night,
On NASA Moon base two,
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My brother-in-law is the tightly wound sort.
Self contained in his miserable way.
Always quick with a quip or a nasty retort,
and, most likely, a miserable lay.
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Telemarketers get a bad rap.
People call us impersonal drones.
We’re just trying to eke out a living,
armed just with a script and a phone.
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A distraught mother with her daughter
ventured too close to the flame.
Her erratic driving provoked panic;
The police reaction was insane.
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Within your arms
I find myself.
The hour late,
the house asleep.
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I never have met you, Sophia,
but we talk everyday on the phone.
Your voice has the sweetness of honey
tasted fresh come from the comb.
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