Clean Cup

A million pots of gold wishes--
reality sets in, I got dirty dishes.

Expected someone else to clean them up,
and bring me a new cup.

Some came did what they were told,
while others wished for my gold.

Gave up more than I received,
so my heart did grieve.

Had to trust in my God to straighten me up,
so I asked him for a clean, new and improved cup.

When things began to change in my miserable
love life, I felt stronger to deal with the trials and strife.

If I hadn't reached up and asked God to fill my cup,
then life would have ended, and my spirit let unmended.

But when I opened my arms, ignored spells and charms,
then love walked in to wash away my sin.

Only man held me to the past,
said my spirit wouldn't last.
But what he didn't know was the power of a fast.

If he knew my God, then all might have got better,
but he rarely took the time to read God's love letter.

Regrets I once had and many days I had been mad,
but these days I am glad more, than I am sad!

Nicholl McGuire

Zombie Man

Heart is cold,
a dead man walking.

Starts an attack,
comes from lack.

Feeds on others,
targets mothers.

Not handsome or unique,
isn't the man most women seek.

With no money, he acts funny,
and days with him aren't sunny.

Explained why things didn't work,
tried to make amends,
but he acted like a jerk,
preferred to look at women online
who liked to twerk.

Something went amiss
in the boy man's mind,
but past mental conditioning kept
him behind.

Respects the pimp, hustler, player icons,
another young man, another con.

Charming the ladies to make babies,
does stupid things, acts shady.

A silly man with yet another dumb plan.
Refuse to do what's right--
devious at night.

Behind backs he's sneaky,
does things that are creepy.

You can talk until your blue in the face,
cry until the tears streak your face,
but men like him are all over the place.
A past with him, you attempt to erase.

Nicholl McGuire

 

A Writer's Inspiration

Beautiful flowers
summer showers
distant view
tall towers.

Seated in a park,
it is after dark.
Looking up at stars,
below streets lined with cars.

A white screen,
a love scene.
Wish it was me,
a warm embrace I see.

Reflect back to good times,
moments like these
inspire rhymes.

Nicholl McGuire


 

1996 Picked Up Sticks

Too much
too soon.
Last I remember,
a blood moon.
Thought he had left
around noon.
What was I to do?
He was one of a few.

Attracted to me on a bad day,
they never knew what to say.
So I listened to their speech,
waited for the moment to teach.
They didn't want me to preach.
Attached to me like a leech.

My blood didn't cover their sin.
Lust-filled immoral men.
What war was I fighting in?
A spiritual guide, lied.
Said I would be okay,
never encouraged me to pray.

There was no saving me
for a wedding day.
The one that left,
I think he was gay.

I knew I was bad,
but didn't want to be sad.
Those men made me mad!
Tried to fight the pain within
danced my way into sin.
What more was I to do?
Did it all.
Took a fall...
Caught an old love walking in a mall.
Who was the girl?
My head did twirl.

I didn't play for keeps,
just loved when my heart did leaps.

I liked another, he was fun.
Then there was The One.

1996 picked up sticks,
back then, got my fix.
Played the game,
five minutes of fame.
Now today I'm tame.

Nicholl McGuire


 
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