Creation Haiku
F J McCarthy on Jul 28, 2009


A single cell splits

the universe has meaning

Gods plan, or just luck?

Fishy Haiku
F J McCarthy on Sep 8, 2009


Swimming in the sea.

Through day and night, calm and storm

Swimming endlessly.

Writing Haiku
F J McCarthy on Apr 15, 2010


Writing like breathing

Involuntary action

A force of nature

Jake the Snake
F J McCarthy on Jan 9, 2009


Jake was a snake, who felt incomplete.
For all of his friends all seemed to have feet.
Jake had no feet and it made him so sad,
As he watched his friends run with the feet they all had.
The raccoon and the squirrel had big furry tails,
But all that Jake had were leathery scales.
Jake watched the birds flying up in the sky.
How wonderful indeed to know how to fly.
Jake watched the fish as they swam in the lake.
Swimming was one thing that was easy for Jake.
Sometimes he would swim, then lie in the sands.
He’d think how he’d look with feet or with hands.
One day he was laying in the sun on the sand.
When he heard such a noise he could not understand.
I must see what is wrong , Jake said with a frown.
For something is troubling the whole Forest town.
He saw all of his friends by the rocks on the hill.
Then he saw mother Robin and she looked very ill.
He asked his friend Mr. Rabbit why Mother Robin was crying?
“Her baby fell out of the nest while she was out flying”.
“How is the baby, was he hurt by the fall.?”
“the baby is fine, but he’s trapped in this wall”.
Jake studied the wall,and looked at the crack.
“Has anyone tried to get baby bird back?”
The chipmunk and squirrel said the crack was to small.
And not even the mole could dig through that wall.
Mr. Field-mouse said “I could fit through the crack.
But the bottom is deep. How would I get back?”
Then Jake started thinking and in the blink of an eye.
“I’m the thinnest of all so I’m going to try.”
Jake asked Mr. Raccoon to lend him a hand.
They climbed up the wall and Jake told him his plan.
Mr. Raccoon held Jake’s tail and lowered Jake down the hole.
Just then baby bird let out a wail, for Jake had found his goal.
“Climb on my neck ” Jake said to the bird “and hold on really tight.”
Raccoon pulled them up as the whole forest watched this wonderful Marvelous sight.
First came up baby and afterwards Jake.
Then everyone cheered what a wonderful snake.
He’s saved baby bird and everyone knew it.
Of all the forest animals only he could do it.
The chipmunk and squirrel and even the mole.
Had not a hope to get down that hole.
Yet Jake with his body so long and so thin.
Saved baby bird from the fix he was in.
Jake felt so happy, he didn’t need feet.
Or a big furry tail to make him complete.
“I am very complete”cried Jake. “I’m so happy to be just a snake.”
Then baby bird said in a voice rather small.
“Don’t make that mistake, your not just a snake.
Your my friend and a hero, your Jake the Snake.
The very best snake of all!

Ice and Flame
F J McCarthy on May 24, 2009



Cold blue eyes, like frozen sky.

Reflections of a heart untouched by love.

Standing in your crystal tower alone.

Overlooking the frozen tundra that is your life.

Stark white world that you live in.

Untouched by color,pure and clean as snow capped mountains.

You are unreachable in your solitude,at peace with your cold emotionless world.

Yet I know better than that, like a sparrow crying in a hurricane your soul calls to me.

So faint your plea that you do not hear it yourself,”Come to Me”

I am coming my love to break your icy tower and release you with my love.

Riding through the blizzard that protects you, beating down your frozen walls.

To your tower I climb ,to find you in icy slumber.

Like liquid silver your body moves,breathing crystals from your icy lips.

Awake my love, feel the heat that I bring to you,I am the flame to melt your frigid heart.

You try to run but your world melts before your eyes. You feel the heat I bring.

I move closer to you and our lips meet,the steam arises from our contact.

Cold frozen glaciers melt into warm tropical seas as I kiss heat all over your body.

I draw you out of your frozen shell,casting it aside to feel the warmth inside you grow.

The blush of your skin as your blood turns hot, a flame to match my own.

We have become one, Ice and flame no more, we are the sun,burning brightly with our heat.

Below us hot burning sand to tell of our *******,free at last our passion burns. til eternity ends

Beauty
F J McCarthy on Jan 11, 2009


I saw Beauty walking.
The sun gleaming in her hair.
I heard Beauty talking.
In a voice so soft and fair.
Her eyes a crystal green.
That sparkle like the sea.
And when she smiles, I dream.
That her smiles are just for me.

The Soldier
F J McCarthy on Jan 6, 2009

I wrote this after serving in the Army in the early 80’s. I had heard how the Vietnam vets were treated on returning home,and how I felt about being a young soldier. I was 17 when I enlisted.


The battle nears, and the soldier prepares.
Forget the fears, the enemy beware.
With uniform and weapon, and boots polish black.
He goes forth to battle,perhaps never to come back.
Not searching for glory, not wishing for fame.
He fights every battle, and they all seem the same.
his hands soaked with blood, his heart turning cold.
So young in his body, yet his mind is so old.
The friends he had made, lie dead there beside him.
Is this wrong or right, he needs something to guide him.
And when he gets home, to the country he loves.
Will they call him hero. or toss down the glove.
Will they call him foul names , as they spit on his face.
Will they call him a butcher, to the whole human race.
Now all of these things have happened before.
But he’s still just a soldier, to his duty he’s sure.
For freedom he fights, for he’s heard his countries call.
When you sleep safe tonight, remember the soldiers who died to keep our flag waving tall.