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Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

martin

walk with me pilgrim
together in the Springtime
we will write haiku

Inspired by Madoka Mayuzumi, a Japanese writer of haiku, who walked the Camino de Santiago de Compostella, a famous and ancient pilgrim trail in Northern Spain. See ' Tres en el Camino' on youtube.

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

observations of Love and other nonsensical Things

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

Bruised Orange

observations of Love and other nonsensical Things

A poet falls in love much too easily,
But it is never easy to love a poet.

Songbirds enjoy a diet of variation;
Beetles and worms rarely make good friends.

But seeds spring up where they will.

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

an artful sigh whispers a heartfelt goodbye

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

Helen

an artful sigh whispers a heartfelt goodbye

sigh

I wish I wasn't writing this
I had something else to say, but
Yesterday turned into Tomorrow
and I'm reluctant to come and play

I don't usually explain my Poetry
but I no longer have 'the gift'
No longer have I the emotions
Eternal despair has caused a rift

so I'll whisper my meanings to you
all my words mean nothing to me
just what I gathered from the universe
I'm an Empath, you see

I can no longer hold
all your feelings
in my heart
I can no longer
cry for you
laugh with you
or sit silently
as you fill me
with emotions
I can't cope with
I never wanted this
from the start

but I never denied you

So this is *Goodbye
let go of my hand
unwrap your arms
from beneath my soul

Don't cry for me
or laugh at me
or catch your breath
or try to see
Where I'm going,
you can't follow me

My journey is ended

The price....

*Untold

hard to capture but easy to release.

"We all start, facing East, waiting for the Sun to touch our hearts, but eventually, some turn, facing West, waiting for nightfall, for the darkness to come, to take away the demons that have laid their heads to our breast, so we can rest." ~ Helen Doogan 28/12/2013

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

I look through you, to black

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

spysgrandson

I look through you, to black

I could say I understand
and I do say "I understand,"
with my Oscar winning voice
with my imploring eyes that ask you
for more, while subtly looking, at your crusted scars
I imagine some catatonic feline, curled
in your gut, waiting stoically to make the next cut
the next surgically precise silent scream
joined by other equally ferocious growls
that only you can hear, if you are lucky enough for them
to drown out the howls of your heaving heart
I can say "I know what you feel,"
you with your sacred steel
I can wipe the blood from your thighs
I can smell the stale silence of your cries
all the while looking through your soaking soul
mercilessly forgetting, your slicing red chants,
were meant to awaken a deaf mute world

I have seen dozens of "cutters" in my office, but I can never claim to be were they live, with their razors and their hidden red lines

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

2 seasonal 10 worders

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

martin

2 seasonal 10 worders

Santa brought no toys so...
... I play with words instead

She passed her driving test
on Christmas eve....
...No-L celebrations!

In the UK learner drivers have to display a big L on the back of the car. I consulted my American brother-in-law who tells me this is not the case in the US.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
Size one hundred and forty two
They asked her to move but she refused
What a hullabaloo

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

CHRIST-must

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

JK Cabresos

CHRIST-must

CHRISTMAS* is not only *FOR GIVING
but it is also about FORGIVING.

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

once, in a great moment of madness

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

spysgrandson

once, in a great moment of madness

can you remember who you were,
before all the scripts for you were written
in indelible ink, black curled cursive
on obedient lined white pages,
replacing Rembrandt scribbles in fresh dirt
where you made five toed tracks to towers
that pierced the clouds, where you battled dragons
your young flesh never singed, by their flaming breath
your silver sword never blood sullied, by your slaying slashes
that saved the world, until you fearlessly found other foe
from which to rescue a world worth redemption
before you learned to read
the menacing mendacity of truth
writ by those who scoffed
dragons could not be slain
the world was to be full of pain
and your once great winged notions
were but moments of madness

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

C-word fever

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

martin

C-word fever

Here comes weirdy beard again
Bright red cheeks, bright red hat
** ** ** and all of that
Riding on his sleigh

I'll ignore him for a bit
It's only one more day
Just don't make a thing of it
And he'll go away

But now the fever's getting strong
Resist as try I might
With jingle bells I hum along
That's it, I've lost the fight

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

To Place Your Mind At Ease, Christmas Workers

Dec 2013 John F McCullagh

Carl Joseph Roberts

To Place Your Mind At Ease, Christmas Workers

Christmas Workers, To Place Your Mind Ease

There are some who work on Christmas
Protecting those in need
To give the gift of comfort
And place your mind at ease

Policemen who patrol the streets
Responding to your calls
Fire and Medics always there
Helping one and all

The nurse who gives out comfort
Who tries so hard to heal
A doctor there to fix whats wrong
To ask you how you feel

The dispatcber who is ready
To send whats needed most
The soldiers standing straight and strong
To honor at all costs

There are some who work on Christmas
Protecting those in need
To give a gift of comfort
And place your mind as ease

Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts (Joe)

Take a moment to thank a Christmas worker

As I work on Christmas day and volunteered to do it...lol. Why, why, why after 25 years do I volunteer to work this day..... It has become a tradition I guess.