http://slow.writerscafe.org/EAGLE%20CRUAGH The original writings of author Eagle Cruagh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775970676 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 OK , God....what you want from me ?Are we just supposed to accept other humansfor what they are ?  We love them, accept them,write to them, review them, pat them on the headand tuck them in bed  and  what You think , God ?Nothing. They have jobs and kids and hemmhoroids anddiarhe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1860023/ my tender sylphI used to know a silphWho knew not that I knewThat she was oh so tenderAnd always had to go You waken feeling clammyAnd think it must be your friendYour shirt tail`s dry  This could not be you You stomp your foot to wake herFeeling really  out of sortsWhen she give.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1619447/ February 12, 2009En Route to the South PacificUSS Rochambeau at Anchor (US Navy photo from All Hands magazine, August 1947)After leaving the Napa State Hospital, Imola, we corpsmen were bused to the US Navy Station, Mare Island , California, where we boarded the USS Rochambeau w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1612457/ LOVE IN A STREAMA Poem by Eagle Cruagh LOVE IN A STREAMA Poem by Eagle Cruagh LOVE IN A STREAM In a stream of consciousness that is When you wonder out loud about a thing And hold it up to the light So you can look with all your might.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1610536/ NOSTALGIAA Poem by Eagle Cruagh  Looking inward and behind.NOSTALGIA 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 nostalg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1608550/ Collection of sea stories that I have written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1605660/ The Garden SpotA Story by Eagle Cruagh WarningThis Story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.THE GARDEN SPOT Feelin very lovingAnd the night was warmI started thinkin bout her garden spotNot aware of impending storm See people are always talki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1605193/ NOW ! NOW, ORVILLE ! NOW !A Story by Eagle Cruagh  NOW !  NOW, ORVILLE !   NOW ! I keep telling you, Mabel, my name is John. And so the misdirection proceeded into thenight.   What about fore play ?   Who changedthat ?   Just when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1605141/ ISLAND OF FAVORO 1A Story by Eagle Cruagh  This is the beginning of : RAPTURE OF FAVORO WarningThis Story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.NOT THAT IT WAS LOVEA Story by Eagle Cruagh  Meeting the girl of his dreams, they sail.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1586890/  DON`T HANG YOUR PANTIES ON THE LINE Don`t hang your panties on  the lineAll the dogs and kids in townKnow the signs and all too wellDon`t play those games like kids Men and women know the wordsTake my hand she saysHe says your fineGames of chess are for the birds Don`t hang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1450984/ I FORGET There was a time --- about 90 years ago when I rememberedthen I became a teacher, that was after teacher`s college.I remember those days so well.   The depression was the economic system then in force. I forget some of the little stuff that went on th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1449372/   NO LOVE TO SPARE So, you look for loveWhere ?Between the sheetsWhere the soul is bare If love is likeOr maybe tender stuffIt is probably youngCuz old love is just what`s left Perhaps the best Are torrid memoriesOr, friends we lostA good la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1426737/ In their words eternal,They shall silently speak. ------------------------------------------------------------------The old dead poets wisdom lives long after them.Like our parents achieving wisdom in our eye when theyhad passed.---We shall read them, And feel them, And they will stillMake us w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1415201/ YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL As I watchedShe wiped away a tearAs I watched she Called me dearI wondered whoThen I knewShe stretchedShe yawnedThen she kissed my pictureAs she caressed meWith her lipsAnd smiledThen I knewIt is you---- Eagle Cruagh  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1352500/ TEMPEST   part one She stepped outside for a smoke.  While shewas gone there was a whisper of wind in the eves, then it became a howl. Worried, I looked out and she slammed the doorin my face.   Then it struck. The house shook and rattled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1251250/ RANT ON NON-PERSONS What I mean by non persons.  These people became my friends and I posted them in a spot on my top 10 friends.   They then satwith their pretty faces hanging out of my pagefor ever.In this period of forever, not a poem for me, not a picture, not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1192666/ THE SMOKER (1)A Story by Eagle Cruagh WarningThis Story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. THE  SMOKER You are not expected to understand the Smoker. When just a young cop he had to take a reserve officeron his patrol . .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1190626/ HILL AIRIUS Hill Airius went to hell in a handbasketAnd the divil brought him right backThe divil said "no laffin" . "I wantum dead"So Airius fled But Airius knew they`d ketchim cause he done wrongHe went right back and made amendsTo the great spirit on the mountain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1187437/ DEEP IN DARK LAGOON Deep in Dark LagoonWhere  wild orchid dwellsHis boat plunged ruthlesslyBack into the flower Wet and pink the orchid Emanating thoughts of herHis breath in burstsComes hot and humid Back into the Dark LagoonPlunging deeply home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1186750/ SO Y0U WANNA BE A COWBOYA Story by Eagle Cruagh SO YOU WANNA BE A COWBOY ? Normally you would throw a bedroll in the pick up and go back to the bunk house for the night. Today the pickup is broke so you saddle old blue and leadn old samhead out for a day of fence f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1186391/ THE VOYAGE -- 1 -A Story by Eagle Cruagh by Charlotte & Eagle Cruagh a collaboration WarningThis Story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.             THE VOYAGE---a collaboration betwe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1184226/ FOILED FOR FACETIOUSNESS Fragrant Freda felt funnyFeeling Fred`s fascinationFor flora and fragranceFreda feloniously flirted Fred, frothy in his filigreeFoiled Freda`s flippant`s Forever -----Eagle Cruagh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1184181/    LOOK -- DEEP-- DEEP INTO MY EYES Share with me, your soulShareBare your soul--- nowTell me your great wish This no one can ever repeatYou will not tell your bestLook deep and sayWhat do you want today ? OpenOpen up `Sup ? Funny what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1182511/ HITTING BACK i PUT A LOT OF THOUGHTiNTO THAT REVIEWFinished and wrote you i THOUGHT YOU KNEW Three months is long enoughI`m kinda pissedYou probably don`t knowJust what you missed Sorry `bout what i`m to do Deleted the damn thingJust to make sureI blocked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1182490/ A TASTE OF  PEACHESA Poem by Eagle Cruagh symbolic look at love .WarningThis Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. A TASTE OF THE GOOD LIFEMy eyes caress her smiling faceFrom down by dimpled kneeI stare up into such loving grace.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1164971/  THIS IS NOT ABOUT SEX A friend used to pretend to writeabout sexThen she would talk about  riding her horses nude, but that was not about sex.Another friend used to write to me every week or so and talk about various sex acts, but she warned me that I was not to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1154701/  HOW TO SEE AN ANGEL  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 Cer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1152287/ LATITUDE  39.2075 N.LONGITUDE 121.2975 W Bow riding the waveHigher and higherShip fighting the stormBattling for life to save Pointing to the black skyLightening flashes roundBack toward the mountainFighting to get home  ----- Eagle Cruagh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1149238/ SO YOU WANNA BE A COWBOY ? Normally you would throw a bedroll in the pick up and go back to the bunk house for the night. Today the pickup is broke so you saddle old blue and leadn old samhead out for a day of fence fix`n. By the time you fixed the first mile ors.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1148436/ THIS AINT EVERYBODIE`S CUPA TEA You don`t rush to read the other stuffSo I don`t figure on you reading this Some of you don`t strike me as understandingUnless I plant  flahrs and squat to piss So pass on by and study english Some kid will read you loud and clear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1148069/ THE GARDEN SPOT Feelin very loving And the night was warmI started thinkin bout her garden spotNot aware of impending storm See people are always talking And they talk and talk a lot The subject often turnsTo the same old Garden Spot How did I know bout how the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1146228/   WIMMIN What I think is prob irrelevantBut who knowsSome wooman out in the netherProb thinks of me What I think is they`re inscrutableNice but a mystery They got soft skin and sweet lipsBut theres a hunk of iron inside If they`re so sweet how come You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1146203/  STUFF Let this be an addendum to the WHAT DO YOU THINK stuff.See, I`m hung up on stuff.  Where you and your paramour may be in love, or in haste, I am on my way to a garage sale. See, most of you kicked my a*sand verbally beat me about the head and plac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1143840/  WHAT DO YOU THINK ? Why do people rarely write about the things they think about ? That`s right.   Everyone would like to know what you think----including you.You will write a poem about some condition---love for example, but you will not say what you th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1143313/ THIS IS A STORY ABOUT GOLD This is a funnee story  (NOT) About thirty years ago I bought this littleranch.   A place to keep a few horses and watch the pretty sunsets.Right? There was a GOLD MINE down in the pastureand the local folks said the quartz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1141279/ Inspired by Lorie from Lonsome Dove. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1131336/ To the banjo of Pete Seegar. From an old Russian Cossack song of about 1700. Where have all the flowers gone? The girls have picked them one by one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1130834/ OLD MAN NOT  Flagrant fragrant fellaLooks like a kidWishes he done stuffThat he never did He is genitally matureThat means a geezerMeans out of circulationfor the gurls I just read a poemAnd had a raucous laughIt was called Old ManThey did`nt bring his st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1129936/  NO CHRONOS Albert Einstein formulated E=mc2 in his search for the meaning of time.  Actually he found the measure of energy, but he tried. My point probably shows  that we livein a rather large universe and time is a rather complicated pull and pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1126912/  NOW !  NOW, ORVILLE !   NOW ! I keep telling you, Mabel, my name is John. And so the misdirection proceeded into the night.   What about fore play ?   Who changedthat ?   Just when I got it through my headthat you are s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1126904/ DAY OF THE SCARAB  There are numerous scarabs.  Some are some kind of beetle, others, speed boats.The Scarab we discovered was about 35`in length, probably had a couple of 450 H.P.engines and was designed for the purposeof racing in the ocean. My son, Sean and I sail.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1119370/ Tuesday, December 14, 2010THE ROOM UPSTAIRS Happy b******s whoop`n it up You can hear them like they Was in the room The blaring horns  and drum C`mon honey doncha love meCome back to bed she said The thump`n soundsLike com`n through the floorTooo much t`drink Gotta git outa her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1109168/    THE TRUTH IS IN THERE SOMEWHERE Met her on the street , we talkedabout old times. I had to go --- "Here she said, takemy car".  I did.   Driving off in to the hills, got hungry,stopped at sandwich shop , paid and started to leave. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1087452/  HONKYTONK`N Just outside the county lineI`m gonna have me a time Just Honkytonk`n all night Do`n what seems so right  Danc`n up a storm you seeThat`s meStepp`n high with any gal`Til the night is done Honkytonk`n all night long With Sue and Lolly too.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1086722/   Go`n Fer The Purty  She`s a gonnerJist split Talked real pritty to herBut she split I aint talk`n bout how she`s biltBut what she doneLeav`n me alone like thatAint no pun I`ll miss her sure nuffShe`s pritty as my old horseThe ole horse jist .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1086695/ ABOUT GO`N HOME Reckon you never heard this beforeI was jist thinkin as I worked a stickYou never really follered me Can`t x-pect you to know what makesme tick I can hear you think`n , "who cares ?"Can`t blame you not one bit Today nobody even my own kidsJust plain do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1085944/ FRESH MEAT  Yellow Dog lies in tall grassLicking his woundsBattling Tanka big runNow some time they pass Big fierce snorting beastsFought `til warriors doneHerd fills the valley Fierce warrior make-um run Yellow Snarling Dog hurl his spearGottum Chasing Eag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1085107/ HEARTLESS  B******S Rain pours down, its cold.  I pull the blankets up to my chin and snuggle down. The news is interrupted by the persistent concentration of te media on the latestconduct of the nation`s basket-ball players.I flip through the channels and settle .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1078078/ MY KIND OF WOMAN A Story by Eagle Cruagh Just a llittle rantMY KIND OF WOMAN Most of us are familiar with the whining lamentationsof women for women`s rights--- whatever in the worldthat would mean.   Some are against abuse (well, whois`nt ?)  Some are f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1072440/ NOSTALGIAA Poem by Eagle Cruagh Looking inward and behind.NOSTALGIA 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 f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAGLE-CRUAGH/1065077/