Sunday, October 13, 2013

   part one
She stepped outside for a smoke.  While she
was gone there was a whisper of wind in the
eves, then it became a howl.
Worried, I looked out and she slammed the door
in my face.   Then it struck.
The house shook and rattled---- she pounded on
the door, violently. Bangng, banging, crashing.
Racing to the door, the door flew open before I could
reach it----- she was gone.
As a violent wind tore at the house, screaming as
that of a tortured banshee.  The lights went out.
poles down, power off.  The screaming wind a
crescendo in the darkness---- faintly as in  a great
distance, her voice, above the terrible storm, a faint
almost imperceptible human penetrating the curse.
Grieving for her, lost in the violence and the dark,
the boat, what can be happening to our beloved
boat lashed to the dock of the bay ?
Armed with a flashlight, struggling to stand-----
there she was crashing against the dock, horrible
noise filling the rainsoaked wind and above the
sounds of the storm her voice faintly, ever so
faint, through the howling , tearing sounds of the
night.  H e l  p   m e..........

Saturday, April 27, 2013



A Poem by Eagle Cruagh

Release from the grasp of dark and cloying minds ---


Would but the world to ramble

Not a rumble to be seen

A warm and rosy sunshine

The world a tender place to be

No judgment in the weather

Pit Bulls have released their hold

Life`s a ramble in the heather

Breathe the cleansing cold

Gone annoyance of old leather

Made to bind and hold

None but tendrils of new blossoms

Gone thoughts of getting old

Redundant stuff from darkness

Of old closed minds and mold

God thank You for this moment

Embracing freedom that is gold

---- Eagle Cruagh



This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.


Grandma`s sitting at the bar
Nobody near this chick
With her gray hair
And a little beard
Wonder what she`s do`n there

Have `nother drink Fred
`stoo early to go to bed
Check that blonde with th
Old guy over there
Bet she wishes he was dead

The band plays smash and grab
Romeos are dance`n like they
Was mad
All the girls look pretty good
But it`s early Bud me lad

Then bar-kee yells last call
Where`d the time go ?
Grab yur drink and swill it all
Gotta git more y`all
Where`s all the girls ya know

They`re all down by the door
Just stand`n there in a row
Wander by and look ,there`s Grandma
Only she`s a smashing blonde
Arm and arm she goes

Grandma hooked a kid
Young sailor by his looks
He thinks she`s twenty two
Gett`n younger too
Out the door they stumble

Marilyn Monroe has got my arm
Dang she`s nice and warm
Where you been all night I ask
And she`s just fulla charm
On the other side is Julie Juice

Man its great to rule the roost
Women fight`n fur my love
Every one winner of a beauty cup
Oh, the girls all get prettier at closing time
And every one is hook`n up

---- Eagle Cruagh

Thursday, April 25, 2013




A Poem by Eagle Cruagh

A cow`s vendetta against a small boy


Some said she was spawn of satan, but I know different,

I know that old cow was satan himself.

She had to been the onriest critter that ever appeared on

this planet.

I can still see me run’n when I was jist so high, my fat

little legs churn’n, run’n bent for leather to get away from

her. That ole longhorn eyes blaz’n fire, snort’n smoke and

ashes and boy was she after me.

I wandered out by the bunkhouse one day and ‘for I knowed what was happen’n she was make’n hay.

I made the house and the screen door slammed and the

earth shook as she pawed the ground and bellowed.

I just hid under the kitchen table and shook.

She was a caution, hell on hooves they said.

One day I had to go, you know, natures thing

I’m sitt’n on my haunches, careful not to sit on my spurs

down by the cottonwoods, out of harm’s way I thought

chew’n on a blade of grass, swatt’n an occasional fly off

my bare ass and I heard what sounded like thunder off a

ways, it was down by them thar bushes in the creek bed

that-a-way , then it turned in to bushes crash’n and I’m

gitt’n pretty scared, start to pull up my pants and --- too

late it’s that ole Mexican Longhorn and she sees me.

Shirt tail fly’n straight out behind, spurs sing’n a song,

I race for that bunkhouse but the trail is too damn long.

Just short of the door, in an old hog waller, I trip on a

spur and go full length in to that mud. Can you just

see it now? My pants down around my knees, knee deep

in mud, flat on my face, that damn Mexican Longhorn won’t

even touch me there.

I hear her off in the trees, snort’n , paw’n the ground, but

made it in to the bunkhouse and sorta got cleaned up.

It’s been come’n on for a long time now and this is the day.

Got down my ole 30-30, walk out and I’m gonna shoot that cow. I start for the bank of trees. Damn if she did’n see

me first and I thot it was the end of the earth.

The ground shook and wind roared as that ole Mexican cow

came out of them trees. I take one look and I turn tail and

run. In seconds flat, one of them long horns caught me by

the pants and next thing I know I’m fly’n through the air,

splash’n in that hog waller again.

Next fall came and went and I found out later that old Mexican Longhorn got rounded up with a bunch of yearling

steers and went off to Sooo City. Probably been ground up

for a joosey MacDonald’s and none too soon I guess.

First time I ever went to church, was in the city one day and

pass’n one of them Cathedrals I just had to stop and pray.

Deer Lord I just wanta thank ye for save’n me . You took

care of satan a while back jist when my luck was run’n out.

Thanks lord, she’d a got me fer sure if you hadn't stepped

in and took her out.

------Eagle Cruagh



A Poem by Eagle Cruagh

A look at beauty and where you find it .

What is Beauty ?

Awwww ! you know ,we see it everywhere

She is beauty and she is near

Who is beauty ?

It is she, herself, near me

My world, my dear

What ? you spoke of beauty ?

Of course and where ?

Looking up at her like in to heaven

And she who brings me there

Describe her

Certainly , catch an Angel

Bring me the wings

For I need gossamer things

Let me see a child at play

And you have seen all I can say

What about Beauty ?

I don`t know, I am mortal you know

She is my girl that`s plain to see

And there you have it , beauty

I know what she brings to me

An angel`s voice with silky wings

And a lovely shape and other things

But all is wasted , deep down, more

Unless you hear the tortured soul

That grieves for life and loves the poor

She is pathos, empathy, love

But that is empty as sky above

What is beauty, a loving way

Loving God as he looks today

Abiding you and loving me, hey

That may be beauty but who can say

For mortal man to describe his girl

Is like forcing ocean waves to curl

Who am I to write this way

About such an indescribable play

Tripping across her features when she smiles

Gazing out across the miles of breathless

Plains filled with the treasure of God

And back to hold his leaves of grass

Not yet touching , not near , always less

For no man yet has even closed this wondrous scene

This realm of man and yet not touched

A hint perhaps, but still unseen

Describe beauty in a little smile a tiny curl

You see, beauty is my girl

-----Eagle Cruagh

© 2013 Eagle Cruagh



A Poem by Eagle Cruagh


This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.


A Poem by Eagle Cruagh

symbolic look at love .


This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.


My eyes caress her smiling face

From down by dimpled knee

I stare up into such loving grace

That sighing surrendered all to me

Hot, generous , sultry eyes

Into those eyes I stare

While up into my living ties

With sighs my soul is bare

Wet moist parted lips

Inviting me to dine

I hesitate then my face dips

For the Angel now is mine

She loves me I can tell

Her eyes sleepy beg my time

For I can please her and so well

I learned with her in our prime

----- Eagle Cruagh



A Poem by Eagle Cruagh

Looking inward and behind.


I tried to write a poem

Because my love she asked me too

She said , "my love, please write for me"

"You say such pretty things

And when we pass from this sweet life

Your thoughts nostalgia brings"

Suddenly her fragrance fills me

Like she is in the room

I close my eyes and flowers bloom

Like photo`s in the air

My sweet fair love reclining now

Like nostalgia , but she is there

Shaking cobwebs from my brain

The mist of coming rain

Morning dew from a lowly branch

Fluttering wings of dove

You live in these and other things

My angel from above

How to make you understand

That life without you would end

You are my sweet eternal love

Our tenderness in all travail

With the certainty of a river`s bend

You rise before me frail

I hope you understand my Sweet

Mere words cannot replace

The warmth we hold so dear

The veils of heaven and the corridors

Of hell will never make this clear

I`m you`re canvas and you`re my lace

---- Eagle Cruagh