It was a cold day,
he didn't have much to say--
came by to say, "Hi"
I knew this was a lie.
I've got a million things going on
wanted to know how I was
looking to create a buzz.
Where would information about me
end up this time?
Acted as if being alone
was a crime.
Not interested in talking to my Heartache.
He knew I wasn't any good about acting fake.
I had to keep it moving,
his voice wasn't soothing.
"Goodbye!" I said.
"Don't come back to say, 'Hi'.
Leave me alone!
Stay away!"
Next time I will pray...
don't want heartbreaker in my life
causing anymore strife!
So free,
so gone
soon it will be dawn.
Too much time wasted
thinking about the past.
He left me with a tear in his eye,
he knew I told no lie.
I meant what I said,
said what I meant!
"Don't come back to say, 'Hi.'"
Nicholl McGuire
What Kind of Love Is Making Me...?
What kind of love is making me,
watch you like a hawk.
Wanting to know did the two of you talk.
Why was it that the phone would ring,
then it would hang up?
Did you put some sort of potion in my
coffee cup?
What kind of love is this,
when I don't get any rest,
when every time I am with you
I feel like I am being put to a test?
Yesterday I didn't like your tone,
last week you checked my phone.
Thought I wasn't paying any attention,
and oh, I almost forgot to mention...
I feel so very weary of you,
it's always do, do, do!
Tell me where to go,
always sharing what you know,
but your story-telling is slow.
Someone put a Who Done It? mixture,
over my eyes, because truth
has been replaced with shameful lies.
Lift me up, then he tells me to shut up.
He plays a head game or two,
but I reverse them back on you.
There is no love, no sign from above.
Just a one act show to attempt to bring me down low.
But my feelings are like seasons,
they change for good reasons.
Don't need any excuse for doing anything,
when all it is, is trouble that the Devil brings.
Nicholl McGuire
Listen to her reading poems here.
watch you like a hawk.
Wanting to know did the two of you talk.
Why was it that the phone would ring,
then it would hang up?
Did you put some sort of potion in my
coffee cup?
What kind of love is this,
when I don't get any rest,
when every time I am with you
I feel like I am being put to a test?
Yesterday I didn't like your tone,
last week you checked my phone.
Thought I wasn't paying any attention,
and oh, I almost forgot to mention...
I feel so very weary of you,
it's always do, do, do!
Tell me where to go,
always sharing what you know,
but your story-telling is slow.
Someone put a Who Done It? mixture,
over my eyes, because truth
has been replaced with shameful lies.
Lift me up, then he tells me to shut up.
He plays a head game or two,
but I reverse them back on you.
There is no love, no sign from above.
Just a one act show to attempt to bring me down low.
But my feelings are like seasons,
they change for good reasons.
Don't need any excuse for doing anything,
when all it is, is trouble that the Devil brings.
Nicholl McGuire
Listen to her reading poems here.
All Show, No Go
Does everybody know about this show?
Told too many lies, oh someone has to know.
Thought everything was good,
at least it should...
Be nice, be polite
be sweet tonight.
If you treat me like this,
maybe I won't diss.
If you talk very little,
maybe I will kiss your middle.
If you act this way,
maybe I will do what I say.
There is something wrong,
times like this, gone too long!
Perform and you get,
do and I will let
was it like that
when you first met?
What kind of relationship is this,
only flourishes when missed?
Had thoughts about jumping ship,
fattening a lip,
and taking a dip.
Wanted to be with this one,
and that one too,
but good men are but a few.
There are those who are all show,
but they can't go, go, go.
Not in bed, out of bed,
forget what they said.
Tell you how much they will do,
but then favors are few.
Say they love you,
but when you call, they say, "Who?"
What one thinks is happiness,
turns out to be a mess.
I tell you it's a show,
there is no go.
Just sit in front of a screen
and watch So and So.
Nicholl McGuire also maintains the blog, When Mothers Cry
Told too many lies, oh someone has to know.
Thought everything was good,
at least it should...
Be nice, be polite
be sweet tonight.
If you treat me like this,
maybe I won't diss.
If you talk very little,
maybe I will kiss your middle.
If you act this way,
maybe I will do what I say.
There is something wrong,
times like this, gone too long!
Perform and you get,
do and I will let
was it like that
when you first met?
What kind of relationship is this,
only flourishes when missed?
Had thoughts about jumping ship,
fattening a lip,
and taking a dip.
Wanted to be with this one,
and that one too,
but good men are but a few.
There are those who are all show,
but they can't go, go, go.
Not in bed, out of bed,
forget what they said.
Tell you how much they will do,
but then favors are few.
Say they love you,
but when you call, they say, "Who?"
What one thinks is happiness,
turns out to be a mess.
I tell you it's a show,
there is no go.
Just sit in front of a screen
and watch So and So.
Nicholl McGuire also maintains the blog, When Mothers Cry
Woman at the Well
Blue skies,
a clear day
took the time to pray.
Have good news,
I saw the clues.
He was the one
who came to take away my blues.
He had a story,
one filled with glory.
He was the real deal,
and told me about The Seal.
You see, I was bought with a price,
even when the devil came to entice.
But the Great Father told me about my past,
and why the devil's love did not last.
He drew me a map of my history,
to him there was no mystery.
Said that I had much to do,
and that my days were limited to a few.
So there was no more time to spend with lovers,
had to encourage, uplift my lost brothers.
Couldn't be That One,
shining bright like a sun,
giving myself away,
like it was someone's birthday.
No need to cry anymore,
my spirit no longer poor!
I can't wait for what the future
has in store!
Nicholl McGuire is the author of the following books:
Know Your Enemy: The Christian's Critic https://www.createspace.com/3437273
When Mothers Cry https://www.createspace.com/3393499
Laboring to Love Myself https://www.createspace.com/3401526
Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate https://www.createspace.com/3332346
Floral Beauty on a Dead End Street http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/904839
Spiritual Poems By Nicholl http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3113926
a clear day
took the time to pray.
Have good news,
I saw the clues.
He was the one
who came to take away my blues.
He had a story,
one filled with glory.
He was the real deal,
and told me about The Seal.
You see, I was bought with a price,
even when the devil came to entice.
But the Great Father told me about my past,
and why the devil's love did not last.
He drew me a map of my history,
to him there was no mystery.
Said that I had much to do,
and that my days were limited to a few.
So there was no more time to spend with lovers,
had to encourage, uplift my lost brothers.
Couldn't be That One,
shining bright like a sun,
giving myself away,
like it was someone's birthday.
No need to cry anymore,
my spirit no longer poor!
I can't wait for what the future
has in store!
Nicholl McGuire is the author of the following books:
Know Your Enemy: The Christian's Critic https://www.createspace.com/3437273
When Mothers Cry https://www.createspace.com/3393499
Laboring to Love Myself https://www.createspace.com/3401526
Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate https://www.createspace.com/3332346
Floral Beauty on a Dead End Street http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/904839
Spiritual Poems By Nicholl http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3113926
It's Not All About Men
My love didn't thrive from being with a man
from holding his hand,
kissing his lips
or gyrating hips.
There was no man when love
grew within,
just men who liked to remind me
of my past sins.
Love, love!
Found there was more to it
when I looked above!
I could rest and be content
with the new creature Me,
no longer blinded by what I see!
The movies tell us best,
put one's love to test.
Remind us through songs,
when we do things wrong.
Parents warn us
a little too late,
yet we go on another lifeless date.
Love didn't begin with men,
they couldn't oil hearts of tin.
No, love isn't all about that "One,"
especially when relationships lose their fun.
So avoid the temptation to give it all,
don't allow yourself to take a fall.
Love picks up, it doesn't let down,
doesn't run one's heart into the ground.
Nicholl McGuire
from holding his hand,
kissing his lips
or gyrating hips.
There was no man when love
grew within,
just men who liked to remind me
of my past sins.
Love, love!
Found there was more to it
when I looked above!
I could rest and be content
with the new creature Me,
no longer blinded by what I see!
The movies tell us best,
put one's love to test.
Remind us through songs,
when we do things wrong.
Parents warn us
a little too late,
yet we go on another lifeless date.
Love didn't begin with men,
they couldn't oil hearts of tin.
No, love isn't all about that "One,"
especially when relationships lose their fun.
So avoid the temptation to give it all,
don't allow yourself to take a fall.
Love picks up, it doesn't let down,
doesn't run one's heart into the ground.
Nicholl McGuire
Who is She?
Who is she?
She better not be
with my He!
I remember when he told me
about a guy named, Lee,
but I didn't know that he was a she!
When he gets home, I'm going to let him have it!
What more now, you want me to sit?
He said what...
He did what!?
I should have listened to my gut!
His lies are getting so old,
what's between his legs ain't no gold!
Why, oh why, did this happen to me?
Blinded by love, but now I see!
Nicholl McGuire creator of this blog and author of Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate
She better not be
with my He!
I remember when he told me
about a guy named, Lee,
but I didn't know that he was a she!
When he gets home, I'm going to let him have it!
What more now, you want me to sit?
He said what...
He did what!?
I should have listened to my gut!
His lies are getting so old,
what's between his legs ain't no gold!
Why, oh why, did this happen to me?
Blinded by love, but now I see!
Nicholl McGuire creator of this blog and author of Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate
Give Me Love or Give Me Death - nichollmcguire.blogspot.com
I survive on love!
Thrive on love!
Build a foundation
on spiritual love!
Love isn't for show,
it grows and grows
and respects the word,
"Please stop, no!"
Love doesn't come in a pill,
or lasts from some cheap thrill.
Give me love
or give me death--
better than a drug,
whose name is Meth.
Before I close my eyes,
and enjoy love's high,
I think of those times
I had wanted to die.
Love told me no lie!
Truth stands before me,
as far as my eyes can see,
my heart now locked,
I threw away the key!
Can't buy love like
going on a shopping spree,
but can't give it up as
if it's something you get for free.
Love is yearned, earned and learned!
It had passed me by one day when I forgot to say,
"I love you, Love, I love you!"
A little too late, far too soon to date.
Had to be reminded of love's learning tree,
some just didn't know how to hold me.
Give me love!
Can't die now!
I figured some things out
somehow.
Recognized who meant the most to me,
blinded was I, but now I see.
Logic to the right stares at me.
Creativity to the left beckons me.
Got a million things to do for love,
before I close my eyes,
and my body dies.
Nicholl McGuire a blogger for this site and others, check out: Tips Dating Older Men http://tipsdatingoldermen.blogspot.com and Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate http://laboringtoloveanabusivemate.blogspot.com
Thrive on love!
Build a foundation
on spiritual love!
Love isn't for show,it grows and grows
and respects the word,
"Please stop, no!"
Love doesn't come in a pill,
or lasts from some cheap thrill.
Give me love
or give me death--
better than a drug,
whose name is Meth.
Before I close my eyes,
and enjoy love's high,
I think of those times
I had wanted to die.
Love told me no lie!
Truth stands before me,
as far as my eyes can see,
my heart now locked,
I threw away the key!
Can't buy love like
going on a shopping spree,
but can't give it up as
if it's something you get for free.
Love is yearned, earned and learned!
It had passed me by one day when I forgot to say,
"I love you, Love, I love you!"
A little too late, far too soon to date.
Had to be reminded of love's learning tree,
some just didn't know how to hold me.
Give me love!
Can't die now!
I figured some things out
somehow.
Recognized who meant the most to me,
blinded was I, but now I see.
Logic to the right stares at me.
Creativity to the left beckons me.
Got a million things to do for love,
before I close my eyes,
and my body dies.
Nicholl McGuire a blogger for this site and others, check out: Tips Dating Older Men http://tipsdatingoldermen.blogspot.com and Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate http://laboringtoloveanabusivemate.blogspot.com
Yesterday’s Regret
I am sorry for every wrong thing I ever said to your face, behind your back
And how frustrated I was because you didn’t recognize lack.
I apologize for not having the patience to “…hang in there,”
even when affection was reduced to a stare.
I can’t tell you enough how much I wish things would have changed,
And that my decisions about us should have been rearranged.
I regret having never told you that you simply weren’t right for me,
and that I couldn’t get pass what I wanted, what I could see.
I couldn’t make a square peg fit into a round hole--no matter how hard I tried.
Far too many days, I laid down and just cried.
You were nice…my standards should have been more than just nice,
Charming words often trick us, specially selected to entice.
I don’t apologize for being the person you thought I should be,
or that one who had an issue with she, he and me.
For every time I stood up for myself, I’m very happy I did.
I wasn’t a whining baby who needed a crib.
I can’t pretend that your name-calling, half-truths, and mean stares didn’t scar me
or that your temper tantrums, threats, and manipulations were far from me.
I will never see you the same way I did back then,
and don‘t even trust that you will be a good friend.
Please forgive me for not caring enough,
loving enough, fighting enough,
but I’m tired, so tired.
That’s why my self I have fired.
Some relationships are like running river waters, they never stop moving
and nothing about them are even a little bit soothing.
They keep going and going until someone cries, “Enough!”
Then before we know it, it is away with their stuff!
And so I’m glad, oh so very glad, to be rid of Pain and Shame.
The emotions experienced isn’t worth the fame.
Pain hurt me and I grew a stronger backbone.
Now I have to keep my heart from turning into stone.
Shame kept me at a distance, and I only grew closer to my Lord.
I learned how to fight using my shield and my sword.
Didn’t need anyone to tell me what I already knew,
that a relationship with him would be over, before it grew.
Can you relate, did something like this happen to you?
Nicholl McGuire creator of this blog and author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl, Blurb.com
And how frustrated I was because you didn’t recognize lack.
I apologize for not having the patience to “…hang in there,”
even when affection was reduced to a stare.
I can’t tell you enough how much I wish things would have changed,
And that my decisions about us should have been rearranged.
I regret having never told you that you simply weren’t right for me,
and that I couldn’t get pass what I wanted, what I could see.
I couldn’t make a square peg fit into a round hole--no matter how hard I tried.
Far too many days, I laid down and just cried.
You were nice…my standards should have been more than just nice,
Charming words often trick us, specially selected to entice.
I don’t apologize for being the person you thought I should be,
or that one who had an issue with she, he and me.
For every time I stood up for myself, I’m very happy I did.
I wasn’t a whining baby who needed a crib.
I can’t pretend that your name-calling, half-truths, and mean stares didn’t scar me
or that your temper tantrums, threats, and manipulations were far from me.
I will never see you the same way I did back then,
and don‘t even trust that you will be a good friend.
Please forgive me for not caring enough,
loving enough, fighting enough,
but I’m tired, so tired.
That’s why my self I have fired.
Some relationships are like running river waters, they never stop moving
and nothing about them are even a little bit soothing.
They keep going and going until someone cries, “Enough!”
Then before we know it, it is away with their stuff!
And so I’m glad, oh so very glad, to be rid of Pain and Shame.
The emotions experienced isn’t worth the fame.
Pain hurt me and I grew a stronger backbone.
Now I have to keep my heart from turning into stone.
Shame kept me at a distance, and I only grew closer to my Lord.
I learned how to fight using my shield and my sword.
Didn’t need anyone to tell me what I already knew,
that a relationship with him would be over, before it grew.
Can you relate, did something like this happen to you?
Nicholl McGuire creator of this blog and author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl, Blurb.com
My Him
No one knows, but God,
when I felt...
crushed.
Cement blocks fell on my already cracked bones!
The news --the worst of my life!
I screamed, and that's when I ran off the cliff.
A cliff that welcomed my torn heart, blown mind, crazy tailspin (sigh).
I honestly hated my life.
Swallowed up by anger, my body was already a ticking time bomb.
Frozen I was before I dived to my death.
A new day...
tried to break free from the rubble, lifeless.
My past caught up with me--only God knows.
Somehow I survived another heartbreak.
Healing for my shattered body, an angel passed over my head.
The one who once had my heart, who helped me build a wall,
he fell on top of me.
Our rhythm was no more.
Crushed his spirit, left me.
A personal challenge to remove the stones off my healed body.
Hate still evident, more work yet to do, no one knows but God.
A hate for the him that put me in this mess,
a love for The One who gave me the test.
Strong I am!
Death gone-- that is until we meet again.
Nicholl McGuire
when I felt...
crushed.
Cement blocks fell on my already cracked bones!
The news --the worst of my life!
I screamed, and that's when I ran off the cliff.
A cliff that welcomed my torn heart, blown mind, crazy tailspin (sigh).
I honestly hated my life.
Swallowed up by anger, my body was already a ticking time bomb.
Frozen I was before I dived to my death.
A new day...
tried to break free from the rubble, lifeless.
My past caught up with me--only God knows.
Somehow I survived another heartbreak.
Healing for my shattered body, an angel passed over my head.
The one who once had my heart, who helped me build a wall,
he fell on top of me.
Our rhythm was no more.
Crushed his spirit, left me.
A personal challenge to remove the stones off my healed body.
Hate still evident, more work yet to do, no one knows but God.
A hate for the him that put me in this mess,
a love for The One who gave me the test.
Strong I am!
Death gone-- that is until we meet again.
Nicholl McGuire
Frustrated New Girlfriend
What would it take
to move, to shake,
to bake by a lake
with a workaholic?
What would it take,
for goodness sake,
to make a man
tell the truth...
What?
Asked you,
'cause I thought you knew.
Nicholl McGuire
to move, to shake,
to bake by a lake
with a workaholic?
What would it take,
for goodness sake,
to make a man
tell the truth...
What?
Asked you,
'cause I thought you knew.
Nicholl McGuire
Share Your Love Poems - lovepoetry.com
Every now and then I stumble across websites that are encouraging. I mentioned http://www.lovepoetry.com in the past, because they have a database of many poems you can share.
With so much duplicating of others' creative works, it isn't any wonder why we live in a land that enjoys suing people, because there are those individuals who don't give credit where credit is due.
I ask my readers to use my material, but give me credit. Post a link back to this site. Share my YouTube link with those in your network. I enjoy writing poetry and would like to continue posting to this site.
If you plan on creating a blog or web page of your own, you may want to do the following before you start.
1. Draft your blog description. What is your poetry about?
2. Research keywords and include your name in your tags.
3. Check out images, colors, and themes to make your site inviting.
4. Learn about website marketing.
5. Save money to buy various tools to help you do more with your poetry. Research ideas on what others have done with their work.
Although this is a very short list to get you started, I hope it inspires some of you to share your creative work. Also, if need be, be sure your work is dated and also look into creative common licenses.
Nicholl McGuire author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl on Blurb.com and Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate http://laboringtoloveanabusivemate.blogspot.com
With so much duplicating of others' creative works, it isn't any wonder why we live in a land that enjoys suing people, because there are those individuals who don't give credit where credit is due.
I ask my readers to use my material, but give me credit. Post a link back to this site. Share my YouTube link with those in your network. I enjoy writing poetry and would like to continue posting to this site.
If you plan on creating a blog or web page of your own, you may want to do the following before you start.
1. Draft your blog description. What is your poetry about?
2. Research keywords and include your name in your tags.
3. Check out images, colors, and themes to make your site inviting.
4. Learn about website marketing.
5. Save money to buy various tools to help you do more with your poetry. Research ideas on what others have done with their work.
Although this is a very short list to get you started, I hope it inspires some of you to share your creative work. Also, if need be, be sure your work is dated and also look into creative common licenses.
Nicholl McGuire author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl on Blurb.com and Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate http://laboringtoloveanabusivemate.blogspot.com
One of a Kind
"Hold me close
kiss my body
feel my warmth
come, let us come
to a new place--
a meeting of the minds.
It's a spiritual thing
between you and me.
I awake and you are all that I see.
Wish you could be me and I you.
Want to do all that I can do
to please you.
"What about...?"
"Who?"
It use to be a few.
But I chose sexy you.
Love you like no other!
Forgot about my mother.
Caused my heart to do flips!
Got plans for trips!
Want to see the world with you.
Make me want to do, to do!
Inspiration I found in you!
You know...
love like this has got to be true!"
Oh yes, he said these things
and backed them up with a few rings.
One of promise, one of engagement
and one that was holy, heaven-sent.
I believed every word, everything was fine
and then one day I answered the phone line.
Nicholl McGuire
kiss my body
feel my warmth
come, let us come
to a new place--
a meeting of the minds.
It's a spiritual thing
between you and me.
I awake and you are all that I see.
Wish you could be me and I you.
Want to do all that I can do
to please you.
"What about...?"
"Who?"
It use to be a few.
But I chose sexy you.
Love you like no other!
Forgot about my mother.
Caused my heart to do flips!
Got plans for trips!
Want to see the world with you.
Make me want to do, to do!
Inspiration I found in you!
You know...
love like this has got to be true!"
Oh yes, he said these things
and backed them up with a few rings.
One of promise, one of engagement
and one that was holy, heaven-sent.
I believed every word, everything was fine
and then one day I answered the phone line.
Nicholl McGuire
Ghetto Love
He says, "This is wrong...and that is wrong."
His complaints have become a played out song.
He doesn't like what is right,
rather go on sight.
He loves darkness, frowns at light.
I don't know why I listen to a fool
who barely completed high school.
Said he didn't like teachers,
preachers, and documentary features.
So why is he talking to me?
Because he says he likes what he sees.
Silly men with silly lines
more interested in looking at big behines!
Is this how society makes them nowadays?
Men who sleep in on Sundays.
Men who don't like to pray.
Men who have nothing intelligent to say.
Desperate women say, "Don't complain!"
Lack of sex has them going insane.
Tell you to settle, "Be happy with..." this one and that one
then move you to break up only to go get a bad one.
"I'm done," you say.
But in bed butt-naked by baby's 1st birthday.
Never could enjoy the company of fools,
I rather take them back to their schools.
Nicholl McGuire
His complaints have become a played out song.
He doesn't like what is right,
rather go on sight.
He loves darkness, frowns at light.
I don't know why I listen to a fool
who barely completed high school.
Said he didn't like teachers,
preachers, and documentary features.
So why is he talking to me?
Because he says he likes what he sees.
Silly men with silly lines
more interested in looking at big behines!
Is this how society makes them nowadays?
Men who sleep in on Sundays.
Men who don't like to pray.
Men who have nothing intelligent to say.
Desperate women say, "Don't complain!"
Lack of sex has them going insane.
Tell you to settle, "Be happy with..." this one and that one
then move you to break up only to go get a bad one.
"I'm done," you say.
But in bed butt-naked by baby's 1st birthday.
Never could enjoy the company of fools,
I rather take them back to their schools.
Nicholl McGuire
She's Been Used and Abused
Begging and pleading to be with her,
talked to her mother
told his brother.
“I love her, I want her to be my wife.
I need her, we’ll have the perfect life.”
But he brought far too much strife.
Smart girl didn’t follow her own plan.
Listened to her mother’s beliefs
in yet another manipulative man.
He knew his Love, had left, she ran!
But he went after her with tears in eyes,
found slick words to cover up lies--
got her yet again to compromise.
Created a family with a devil following man.
Gullible woman became his number one fan.
Forsake all others while he hangs with his brothers.
Often believes what he says is true.
Friends she has, about a few.
Like her man, their men like to play,
they lie and lay, lie and lay--could care less
about a wedding day. Their boys tell them what to say.
Regrets of past decisions are hid.
Keep dark secrets under a lid,
because if certain relatives
knew the truth,
that poor man would lose a tooth.
Nicholl McGuire
talked to her mother
told his brother.
“I love her, I want her to be my wife.
I need her, we’ll have the perfect life.”
But he brought far too much strife.
Smart girl didn’t follow her own plan.
Listened to her mother’s beliefs
in yet another manipulative man.
He knew his Love, had left, she ran!
But he went after her with tears in eyes,
found slick words to cover up lies--
got her yet again to compromise.
Created a family with a devil following man.
Gullible woman became his number one fan.
Forsake all others while he hangs with his brothers.
Often believes what he says is true.
Friends she has, about a few.
Like her man, their men like to play,
they lie and lay, lie and lay--could care less
about a wedding day. Their boys tell them what to say.
Regrets of past decisions are hid.
Keep dark secrets under a lid,
because if certain relatives
knew the truth,
that poor man would lose a tooth.
Nicholl McGuire
1996 Player
I was working.
He was sleeping.
I was working.
He was sleeping.
At least that is what he wanted me to believe,
but I saw a woman go in, then leave.
She was at his place,
didn’t get to see her face.
He just wanted me for show,
but I turned into an evil foe.
He didn’t see me coming, or hear my voice,
I just wanted to know, “Who was Joyce?”
Then there was Tina, Faye, and Jenny,
and he tried to blame all them on the Henny.
Always up to no good,
another cheating black boy from the hood.
Nicholl McGuire
He was sleeping.
I was working.
He was sleeping.
At least that is what he wanted me to believe,
but I saw a woman go in, then leave.
She was at his place,
didn’t get to see her face.
He just wanted me for show,
but I turned into an evil foe.
He didn’t see me coming, or hear my voice,
I just wanted to know, “Who was Joyce?”
Then there was Tina, Faye, and Jenny,
and he tried to blame all them on the Henny.
Always up to no good,
another cheating black boy from the hood.
Nicholl McGuire
Love Like This
Love like this doesn't come without a kiss.
Love like this is something that you miss.
Love like this isn't the kind that you diss.
And love like this didn't hit like Chris.
See I thought you knew,
before you took out a pen to sue.
And I thought you knew
when you did things that left me blue.
See, I thought you were different,
but you wanted someone to pay your rent.
See, I thought you had changed,
but your mind is still lost, deranged!
Still thinking about getting under covers.
Does That One know about your many lovers?
You have a problem, can't you see it?
But I think, you are in denial--missed it.
Still sharing that line, you know the one
about, "...all mine."
If you knew love like this,
you would have never dissed it,
you would have loved it,
you would have been there,
no Truth, no dare.
But all you do is stare,
at girls with short or long wavy hair
or is it boys, who like you, don't care?
You sell pipe dreams,
then want to gleam.
You whisper about hell,
but visit a wishing well.
See, this man, someone I once knew,
sits and shuffles in a church pew,
a wolf who eats white sheep,
one who took a regretted leap.
Then he falls away,
he prays,
counts his days
falls away,
wonders about that day in May.
Love like this
don't miss
the lesson,
your blessin'
don't play stupid, petty games
chasing a dame thinking you'll tame.
Man, he always does things the same, the same!
There he goes again--talking lame, talking lame.
Real love can't be found
in things that are wet and round.
Real love can't be found
when your down, down, down
in a bed way across some town.
Real love opens your sight,
let light come and give you real insight!
Nicholl McGuire
Love like this is something that you miss.
Love like this isn't the kind that you diss.
And love like this didn't hit like Chris.
See I thought you knew,
before you took out a pen to sue.
And I thought you knew
when you did things that left me blue.
See, I thought you were different,
but you wanted someone to pay your rent.
See, I thought you had changed,
but your mind is still lost, deranged!
Still thinking about getting under covers.
Does That One know about your many lovers?
You have a problem, can't you see it?
But I think, you are in denial--missed it.
Still sharing that line, you know the one
about, "...all mine."
If you knew love like this,
you would have never dissed it,
you would have loved it,
you would have been there,
no Truth, no dare.
But all you do is stare,
at girls with short or long wavy hair
or is it boys, who like you, don't care?
You sell pipe dreams,
then want to gleam.
You whisper about hell,
but visit a wishing well.
See, this man, someone I once knew,
sits and shuffles in a church pew,
a wolf who eats white sheep,
one who took a regretted leap.
Then he falls away,
he prays,
counts his days
falls away,
wonders about that day in May.
Love like this
don't miss
the lesson,
your blessin'
don't play stupid, petty games
chasing a dame thinking you'll tame.
Man, he always does things the same, the same!
There he goes again--talking lame, talking lame.
Real love can't be found
in things that are wet and round.
Real love can't be found
when your down, down, down
in a bed way across some town.
Real love opens your sight,
let light come and give you real insight!
Nicholl McGuire
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Love Me Love You
Love me, love you
that's what we say, that's what we do!
Love you, my very best friend,
we had been on a dead end.
But paid the price,
now we shoot some dice.
Love me, love you
been through it all,
stood real tall
didn't let me fall.
Love me, love you
when times were blue,
you knew what to do.
Love me, love you
didn't need to ask, "Who?"
You knew I loved you.
Love me, love you.
Nicholl McGuire
that's what we say, that's what we do!
Love you, my very best friend,
we had been on a dead end.
But paid the price,
now we shoot some dice.
Love me, love you
been through it all,
stood real tall
didn't let me fall.
Love me, love you
when times were blue,
you knew what to do.
Love me, love you
didn't need to ask, "Who?"
You knew I loved you.
Love me, love you.
Nicholl McGuire
Love is All I Need
Love is all I need--just a seed
to put a smile on my face
to bring joy to a place
to fill a space.
Love is all I need
to feed
a weary soul
with a buttered roll
and see the beauty in a mole.
Love is all I need
please take heed,
it will remove a weed
if you follow it's lead
love will
breed!
His Mother's Life
Dedicated to those who are weary of Mama's boys.
He is playing out his mother's life,
made yet another, his wife.
He is playing out his mother's life,
finding fault, starting strife.
He is playing out his mother's life,
stands tall, acts like he has it all.
You see, his mother pointed the finger at God's singer--
made false accusations while lies linger.
Thought she wasn't going to get paid back,
confessed sin, but piles started to stack.
Sat quietly, didn't reveal all that I know.
I knew her life was all a put-on, a show.
You see she didn't show love,
slipped on a smile like a glove.
Thought she was going to make me a friend,
but her friendship--a dead end.
Her obedient son was put to the test,
thought he could lay down and rest.
But snake charmer moved on in,
got him to commit sin.
Now one has to fix his mess,
confess, or end up with less.
So he played a game he learned from mother,
something he witnessed too from his brother.
"Go after that money, honey...
'cause people will act funny.
Move as soon as you can,
be sure to look like "The Man."
Then off mama boy went, told lies,
then convinced a believer to compromise.
Mother taught him about spiritual things,
and the blessings they can bring.
But God saw foolishness and deceit,
and that's why one will lose her seat!
Saving baby from a whippin,'
yet stressed mother often trippin'!
Raised baby to act like her,
"You know mama could use a fur."
Attempts to play a mind game,
his words and images are lame!
Ignores what is smart,
never studies a chart.
Like mom, he thinks he knows everything,
thinks the answer to love is all in a ring.
When mother calls, he falls.
When mother dies, he will cry.
Everything she does is a life lesson,
thinks she is the only one with a blessin'.
Watch what you say when you talk,
or she might tell her son "to walk!"
Don't think she will keep quiet,
don't even buy it!
She looks for something weak within you,
then she will do, do, do...
tell her son what she really thinks of you.
Then he will plead his case,
bring flowers to her in a vase.
Say that he really loves you,
but then think about, "I said I do?"
Mom all in the mix,
always trying to fix.
He is playing out his mother's life,
made yet another, his wife.
He is playing out his mother's life,
finding fault, starting strife.
He is playing out his mother's life,
stands tall, acts like he has it all.
You see, he pointed the finger at God's singer--
made false accusations while lies linger.
Nicholl McGuire
He is playing out his mother's life,
made yet another, his wife.
He is playing out his mother's life,
finding fault, starting strife.
He is playing out his mother's life,
stands tall, acts like he has it all.
You see, his mother pointed the finger at God's singer--
made false accusations while lies linger.
Thought she wasn't going to get paid back,
confessed sin, but piles started to stack.
Sat quietly, didn't reveal all that I know.
I knew her life was all a put-on, a show.
You see she didn't show love,
slipped on a smile like a glove.
Thought she was going to make me a friend,
but her friendship--a dead end.
Her obedient son was put to the test,
thought he could lay down and rest.
But snake charmer moved on in,
got him to commit sin.
Now one has to fix his mess,
confess, or end up with less.
So he played a game he learned from mother,
something he witnessed too from his brother.
"Go after that money, honey...
'cause people will act funny.
Move as soon as you can,
be sure to look like "The Man."
Then off mama boy went, told lies,
then convinced a believer to compromise.
Mother taught him about spiritual things,
and the blessings they can bring.
But God saw foolishness and deceit,
and that's why one will lose her seat!
Saving baby from a whippin,'
yet stressed mother often trippin'!
Raised baby to act like her,
"You know mama could use a fur."
Attempts to play a mind game,
his words and images are lame!
Ignores what is smart,
never studies a chart.
Like mom, he thinks he knows everything,
thinks the answer to love is all in a ring.
When mother calls, he falls.
When mother dies, he will cry.
Everything she does is a life lesson,
thinks she is the only one with a blessin'.
Watch what you say when you talk,
or she might tell her son "to walk!"
Don't think she will keep quiet,
don't even buy it!
She looks for something weak within you,
then she will do, do, do...
tell her son what she really thinks of you.
Then he will plead his case,
bring flowers to her in a vase.
Say that he really loves you,
but then think about, "I said I do?"
Mom all in the mix,
always trying to fix.
He is playing out his mother's life,
made yet another, his wife.
He is playing out his mother's life,
finding fault, starting strife.
He is playing out his mother's life,
stands tall, acts like he has it all.
You see, he pointed the finger at God's singer--
made false accusations while lies linger.
Nicholl McGuire
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He wanted to know if I had money,
if I was funny
and when could he taste my honey?
He wanted to know who was I?
Who was that guy?
And why did I cry?
He wanted to know if I was a ho.
Who did I know?
And was my kindness just for show?
Oh those men, didn't bother with these,
their tests were a breeze.
I felt a chill, then a sneeze.
They were making me sick,
had names like Dick, Mick, and Lick--
the Internet, you gotta love it!
Nicholl McGuire
if I was funny
and when could he taste my honey?
He wanted to know who was I?
Who was that guy?
And why did I cry?
He wanted to know if I was a ho.
Who did I know?
And was my kindness just for show?
Oh those men, didn't bother with these,
their tests were a breeze.
I felt a chill, then a sneeze.
They were making me sick,
had names like Dick, Mick, and Lick--
the Internet, you gotta love it!
Nicholl McGuire
Love Found Me
"I make time for you,
do what I can do."
I say.
Then he tells me,
"Let us pray."
So I say, "Okay."
He opened up my life,
took away my constant strife!
When love finds you,
it's such a good thing!
There is more to it,
then just a ring.
He walked with me,
shared a world I couldn't see.
Said he loved me more than me--
told me of ways to please me.
Oh yes, love dried my sad tears!
Filled me with peace and drove away fears!
I am so happy and complete--
no longer taking a backseat!
Everyone and everything use to get the best,
put my emotions through difficult tests.
Tried to explain how I felt,
while my heart would just melt.
In his presence I am filled,
a cup of hurts, they spilled.
Wasn't happy at all,
didn't feel like standing tall.
But I kept the faith, told myself, "It's not too late,
one day there will be a wedding date."
When you put aside hate,
when you watch for a mate,
there love will be standing at the gate.
So I raise my hands high,
'cause my heart didn't die.
And I know that true love,
never tells a lie.
Nicholl McGuire
do what I can do."
I say.
Then he tells me,"Let us pray."
So I say, "Okay."
He opened up my life,
took away my constant strife!
When love finds you,
it's such a good thing!
There is more to it,
then just a ring.
He walked with me,
shared a world I couldn't see.
Said he loved me more than me--
told me of ways to please me.
Oh yes, love dried my sad tears!
Filled me with peace and drove away fears!
I am so happy and complete--
no longer taking a backseat!
Everyone and everything use to get the best,
put my emotions through difficult tests.
Tried to explain how I felt,
while my heart would just melt.
In his presence I am filled,
a cup of hurts, they spilled.
Wasn't happy at all,
didn't feel like standing tall.
But I kept the faith, told myself, "It's not too late,
one day there will be a wedding date."
When you put aside hate,
when you watch for a mate,
there love will be standing at the gate.
So I raise my hands high,
'cause my heart didn't die.
And I know that true love,
never tells a lie.
Nicholl McGuire
It's Over
Gone are the days we hoped for a wedding day.
Gone are the days they moved us to pray.
Men, those that lie, compromise and cry, "Why?"
Did they not see the signs?
Did they not read between the lines?
God doesn't play with men who make bargains,
who say, "Give me this and I will do that..."
then turn around and contribute to silly spats.
"If she would do better...if she could do this..."
Wouldn't it make sense to ask self, "What did I miss?"
Nicholl McGuire
Gone are the days they moved us to pray.
Men, those that lie, compromise and cry, "Why?"
Did they not see the signs?
Did they not read between the lines?
God doesn't play with men who make bargains,
who say, "Give me this and I will do that..."
then turn around and contribute to silly spats.
"If she would do better...if she could do this..."
Wouldn't it make sense to ask self, "What did I miss?"
Nicholl McGuire
What The?
"Who is that in my bed?"
That's what she said.
Took out a knife,
ready to take a lady's life.
The things people do to bring on strife.
"What the...who is that?"
He didn't own a hat.
Took out a large gun,
ready to ruin a man's fun.
The things people do under the sun.
You try to warn them, tell them to watch,
but all they can think about is the crotch.
Nicholl McGuire
That's what she said.
Took out a knife,
ready to take a lady's life.
The things people do to bring on strife.
"What the...who is that?"
He didn't own a hat.
Took out a large gun,
ready to ruin a man's fun.
The things people do under the sun.
You try to warn them, tell them to watch,
but all they can think about is the crotch.
Nicholl McGuire
A Heartbreaker's Lust
I tried to be the best I could be
I tried to make him see, make him see,
but he was no longer in love with me
and I couldn't be, what he wanted me to be.
So I packed my things and I left his ring
and I took the time to sing, to sing
about what God had done for me,
He opened my eyes so I could see!
Now I have left the pain of yesteryear,
ignorance, upset and threw away a tear.
Stopped preparing for things that brought on fear.
What made me act so frail, so dumb,
do so much for a little crumb...?
Couldn't get a smile, a laugh,
or even get him to do some math.
Sometimes we avoid lessons in fun,
think all days are full of sun.
Then let down our shaky guard,
look the other way and don't retard.
Move so very fast, so fast,
then think lust will last and last.
Watch before you cross the street,
and don't get caught between the sheets.
See what you don't want to see,
listen to heartbreakers like me.
Never thought days would be like this,
never thought I would be the one to diss.
But when you get tired and have been fired,
your brain and pain become tightly wired.
Sometimes you feel, you enjoy the thrill,
then other times you rather just chill.
So now that you know how lust can go,
don't be the one who gets lost in the show.
Nicholl McGuire
I tried to make him see, make him see,
but he was no longer in love with me
and I couldn't be, what he wanted me to be.
So I packed my things and I left his ring
and I took the time to sing, to sing
about what God had done for me,
He opened my eyes so I could see!
Now I have left the pain of yesteryear,
ignorance, upset and threw away a tear.
Stopped preparing for things that brought on fear.
What made me act so frail, so dumb,
do so much for a little crumb...?
Couldn't get a smile, a laugh,
or even get him to do some math.
Sometimes we avoid lessons in fun,
think all days are full of sun.
Then let down our shaky guard,
look the other way and don't retard.
Move so very fast, so fast,
then think lust will last and last.
Watch before you cross the street,
and don't get caught between the sheets.
See what you don't want to see,
listen to heartbreakers like me.
Never thought days would be like this,
never thought I would be the one to diss.
But when you get tired and have been fired,
your brain and pain become tightly wired.
Sometimes you feel, you enjoy the thrill,
then other times you rather just chill.
So now that you know how lust can go,
don't be the one who gets lost in the show.
Nicholl McGuire
Without Him
Got a phone call
that was all.
The voice told me to, "Stand real tall--
cause he isn't worth the trouble,
didn't need to be with Barney Rubble."
Yeah, I was going to get this right,
I would state my truth and avoid a fight--
would rest easy and sleep tonight.
Some men think they are real big,
got women with holes to dig.
Found a way to solve my issue,
for one, I stopped grabbing tissue.
You see, sometimes we think we know
and sometimes we love for show,
but disrespect comes with a blow.
No time to be with The One
a heart he had once won.
More concerned about dollars and cents
and who or what he represents.
Looked around for all the signs
and realized I was behind the times.
Kept waiting for something good,
"I wish, I wish, he would..."
Then changed my mind,
a future I had to find.
Nicholl McGuire
that was all.
The voice told me to, "Stand real tall--
cause he isn't worth the trouble,
didn't need to be with Barney Rubble."
Yeah, I was going to get this right,
I would state my truth and avoid a fight--
would rest easy and sleep tonight.
Some men think they are real big,
got women with holes to dig.
Found a way to solve my issue,
for one, I stopped grabbing tissue.
You see, sometimes we think we know
and sometimes we love for show,
but disrespect comes with a blow.
No time to be with The One
a heart he had once won.
More concerned about dollars and cents
and who or what he represents.
Looked around for all the signs
and realized I was behind the times.
Kept waiting for something good,
"I wish, I wish, he would..."
Then changed my mind,
a future I had to find.
Nicholl McGuire
Happy National Poetry Month to Fellow Poets
Hello all!
Just taking this moment to acknowledge poets and poetry lovers who visit this blog. Thanks so much for your support!
I leave you with a piece of advice, stay true to your art form--don't compromise! If one doesn't like your style, there are many more who will love it!
God bless.
Nicholl
Just taking this moment to acknowledge poets and poetry lovers who visit this blog. Thanks so much for your support!
I leave you with a piece of advice, stay true to your art form--don't compromise! If one doesn't like your style, there are many more who will love it!
God bless.
Nicholl
Mean and Rude
Looked the other waywhen I had something to say--he was rude.
Found a way to ignore me,
covered his ears so I could see.
What happened to fun times--the glee?
"He looks on the bright side..."
Yeah right, not him, he lied.
Referred to me as "someone"
while he talked on the phone.
Resisted the temptation to raise my tone.
Look! This is how it can be,
being with someone who ain't free...
Emotionally!
Physically!
Spiritually!
lost without the God within thee.
Had to test the spirits to see.
In the past, I use to think that love could last.
I even went so far to take a 40 day spiritual fast.
Remembered that man who was once very kind.
He thought of more than getting some behind.
Saw a man who had white around him like a dove,
he had that Holy Spirit kind of peace and love.
But things all changed when...
the first lady's life went dim.
No one really knew what kind of sin Mean was in--
packed his entire life in a box, a bin.
But God always has a plan for a mere man.
It doesn't matter if he is white, fat, black or tan.
If he wants love that is real,
then he believes in something surreal.
He holds his arms and hands up
and asks the one true God to fill his cup.
You see I learned a lot from both Mean and Rude
even when they acted stupid and shrewed.
I realized they too believed in enemy lies
I saw how the two like to compromise.
One for money, the other for power
then evil created his rainshower.
But sooner or later Mean and Rude
will have to trade those ugly dudes,
otherwise face the angel of death
that eats his young up like a drug named Meth.
Nicholl McGuire
Got a Million Chances to Get This Right
Tonight going to make this right
he has eyes on something sparkling...
insight.
Realized old promises have to be ignited.
Actions have been duly noted, cited.
Tired of the word play,
chatter of a wedding day.
What more does one have to say?
How many more times does he have to lay?
Now he keeps talking, while the devil keeps walking.
Got his eyes on a few ties, going to use them to bind.
A tempting one will come along, shaking her behind.
Tries to get himself out of that one,
considered the advice of an only son.
Had been playing this game for years,
but his mind has many broken gears.
Let a sweetheart get away,
when all he had to do was pray.
Quick, fast, in a hurry,
motivated by worry.
Stressed, perplexed,
running on B-complex.
Always looking out for women,
all he finds is a lemon.
Very few will overlook the strange,
very few want his type in range.
Up today, down tomorrow,
a new personality he likes to borrow.
Changes like the wind,
his thoughts wrapped up in common sin.
Lust one here and lust one there,
until one tightens her underwear.
Then he acts on his passions,
starts wearing the latest fashions.
Back to doing what he does,
ignoring the one sent from above.
Nicholl McGuire is the author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl.
he has eyes on something sparkling...
insight.
Realized old promises have to be ignited.
Actions have been duly noted, cited.
Tired of the word play,
chatter of a wedding day.
What more does one have to say?
How many more times does he have to lay?
Now he keeps talking, while the devil keeps walking.
Got his eyes on a few ties, going to use them to bind.
A tempting one will come along, shaking her behind.
Tries to get himself out of that one,
considered the advice of an only son.
Had been playing this game for years,
but his mind has many broken gears.
Let a sweetheart get away,
when all he had to do was pray.
Quick, fast, in a hurry,
motivated by worry.
Stressed, perplexed,
running on B-complex.
Always looking out for women,
all he finds is a lemon.
Very few will overlook the strange,
very few want his type in range.
Up today, down tomorrow,
a new personality he likes to borrow.
Changes like the wind,
his thoughts wrapped up in common sin.
Lust one here and lust one there,
until one tightens her underwear.
Then he acts on his passions,
starts wearing the latest fashions.
Back to doing what he does,
ignoring the one sent from above.
Nicholl McGuire is the author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl.
I’m Lying
You
cheat on me
or
so you say
and
now here it is
our
wedding day.
You
cheat on me
oh,
now I see
you
got some crazy
feeling
twitching
your
left knee.
You
cheat on me
then
tell me your lying
while
inside I cry
I
feel like I’m dying.
You
cheat on me
oh
yes, it’s easy to see
while
your watching
each
leg crossed beside me.
Nicholl McGuire
My Perfect Mate
I kiss you.
You embrace
me.
Whisper how
you will always love me.
Words not
just for today, then gone tomorrow.
I tell you my
faults.
We work
together to fix them.
You don’t
call me crazy.
You don’t
say I’m troubled.
You tell me
you have some faults too.
There are few
words to explain
the love I
have for that someone.
A spiritual
someone who looks
at me from
across the room.
Whose eyes
love me.
Who tells me
come over, hold my hand.
Let’s talk
about everything.
He buys
unselfishly.
Holds me
perfectly.
Tells me what
I love to hear!
Because his
voice is precious.
No room for
negativity.
No room for
words to stab my heart.
Nicholl McGuire
Cheer for a Good Man
Brilliant,
wonderful
Handsome,
unique!
He’s
my man,
Sweeps
me off my feet!
Baby
all mine.
Looking
just fine,
Sitting
back drinking wine.
Love
you when your up.
Love
you when your down.
Our
love is a merry-go-round.
Kiss
me, tickle my feet
Rub
my back
Oh
so sweet.
Budgets,
cleans, cook great dinner
He’s
my man
A
sure winner!
Nicholl McGuire
When I met him…
He told me he had fallen in love
said he wanted me to be his wife.
A daughter we would have
Suga was looking for spice.
I gave him what he wanted
Attention, affection, love
and commitment.
.
But he had dark secrets
just like most men
and I wanted him, to let me in.
His feelings were hid for
the past he was protecting.
Old memories arouse,
Thoughts to renew vows.
He had hoped her mind would change
But she had moved on a long time ago.
And this he couldn’t understand
For he still loved her so.
I couldn’t be her… neither did I
want to.
I knew I took a risk when I allowed him
in
my email, my heart
my phone, my apartment
My lovely little hole…
Which he yearned for more.
But what was I to gain if his
heart was somewhere else?
What was I to gain if his mind
Was somewhere else?
Please God let him see
He is the one for me.
Please God let him know
I am the friend not the foe.
Please God show him I need him
for he completes me.
Please God be with him
Like you have for me.
Nicholl McGuire
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Spiritual Poems by Nicholl
Spiritual Poems by Nicholl
Love Poem
For you I will do
what you want me to do
that's right you!
Love you for the beautiful person you are
you, my love, are my unique and magnificent star!
I looked at you from afar,
you had to know,
I wanted more than a show.
Came close, real close
to kissing you back then,
but my heart was still very much like tin.
You kept talking
and walking with me,
and made me see what true love could be!
So I took a chance
and got swept into this romance.
You helped me be the person you now see!
This is why I'm willing to make you a part of me.
Two halfs become whole.
Take a glimpse of my soul.
Can you see it?
The bright light that shines within me.
Feel me, see me, and be that one for me!
Let us live long and not wrong,
let us praise our God with a song.
Fresh air, tall trees, blue skies, and no lies,
you, me and my awaking to a sunrise!
Have my hand on my heart,
seeking that fresh start!
You are my sweet tart!
Tasty and bold,
baby you got me sold!
So take my hand and hold it real tight,
and let us seal our love with all our might!
Before God we stand,
our Maker of this land.
Staying true to who we are,
no need to stay afar.
Nicholl McGuire
what you want me to do
that's right you!
Love you for the beautiful person you are
you, my love, are my unique and magnificent star!
I looked at you from afar,
you had to know,
I wanted more than a show.
Came close, real close
to kissing you back then,
but my heart was still very much like tin.
You kept talking
and walking with me,
and made me see what true love could be!
So I took a chance
and got swept into this romance.
You helped me be the person you now see!
This is why I'm willing to make you a part of me.
Two halfs become whole.
Take a glimpse of my soul.
Can you see it?
The bright light that shines within me.
Feel me, see me, and be that one for me!
Let us live long and not wrong,
let us praise our God with a song.
Fresh air, tall trees, blue skies, and no lies,
you, me and my awaking to a sunrise!
Have my hand on my heart,
seeking that fresh start!
You are my sweet tart!
Tasty and bold,
baby you got me sold!
So take my hand and hold it real tight,
and let us seal our love with all our might!
Before God we stand,
our Maker of this land.
Staying true to who we are,
no need to stay afar.
Nicholl McGuire
Got So Much to Say
Say,
I need to tell you this before May,
got plans on leaving, can't stay.
At least I'm warning you before our wedding day!
Tried to pray,
but hey...
looks like God isn't listening to me today.
Say,
I need to tell you this before Sunday,
got plans on leaving, can't stay.
I was going to wait a little later, near May,
but hey...
confession is Saturday.
Made time for me,
oh noooww you can see me!
"Oh Hi"! You say.
I'm telling you bye, bye before we lay.
Having sex, doesn't make our relationship okay!
Since you're listening and
tears in swollen eyes are glistening,
what might you have to say,
oh so you want to pray!?
There you go with another lie,
like a red eye with a stye.
a bad romance like this has got to die,
I insist!
Can't cover it up with roses,
you might as well turn into Moses
and let your people go!
Say so long to kids,
keep wearing those lids,
you cradle robber, killing babies like SIDS!
Going around pretending you're single,
smooth talking making women tingle.
Oh, but you don't want that--
a break up, you remind me of the pact!
Well then act like it then,
and stop playing around in sin!
What are you willing to do?
I know you told a few.
Shared your heart, and our start.
Pushed our love like a shopping cart.
Blamed me for everything,
you know that's the song you like to sing.
Slow moving at first,
then an energy burst!
See the relationship is sinking
and your pleading stories are stinking.
So what will you do now?
And tell me again, "How?"
How are you going to fix things?
No need to shop for wedding rings!
I have my hand on the trigger,
so you better figure!
Starting to hate you as much
as the word n*gger.
Now that's saying alot
for someone who was bought.
Christ I had sought.
Because if I hadn't, I would have played you like a fiddle,
confused your mind like a riddle.
So yes Jesus saves,
and yes he shaves
Nicholl McGuire
I need to tell you this before May,
got plans on leaving, can't stay.
At least I'm warning you before our wedding day!
Tried to pray,
but hey...
looks like God isn't listening to me today.
Say,
I need to tell you this before Sunday,
got plans on leaving, can't stay.
I was going to wait a little later, near May,
but hey...
confession is Saturday.
Made time for me,
oh noooww you can see me!
"Oh Hi"! You say.
I'm telling you bye, bye before we lay.
Having sex, doesn't make our relationship okay!
Since you're listening andtears in swollen eyes are glistening,
what might you have to say,
oh so you want to pray!?
There you go with another lie,
like a red eye with a stye.
a bad romance like this has got to die,
I insist!
Can't cover it up with roses,
you might as well turn into Moses
and let your people go!
Say so long to kids,
keep wearing those lids,
you cradle robber, killing babies like SIDS!
Going around pretending you're single,
smooth talking making women tingle.
Oh, but you don't want that--
a break up, you remind me of the pact!
Well then act like it then,
and stop playing around in sin!
What are you willing to do?
I know you told a few.
Shared your heart, and our start.
Pushed our love like a shopping cart.
Blamed me for everything,
you know that's the song you like to sing.
Slow moving at first,
then an energy burst!
See the relationship is sinking
and your pleading stories are stinking.
So what will you do now?
And tell me again, "How?"
How are you going to fix things?
No need to shop for wedding rings!
I have my hand on the trigger,
so you better figure!
Starting to hate you as much
as the word n*gger.
Now that's saying alot
for someone who was bought.
Christ I had sought.
Because if I hadn't, I would have played you like a fiddle,
confused your mind like a riddle.
So yes Jesus saves,
and yes he shaves
all my pain away
and that's all I have to say!
Nicholl McGuire
The Beauty in Love
is not what appears before needy hands,
naive eyes, and eager legs ready to open wide,
but the beautiful thing about love...
just is.
Nicholl McGuire
You're Not Crazy, He's Just Wrong for You
he calls them clean.
That’s what he does,
inner spirit, mean.
Wrong about issues,
says he’s right.
Hold things against you,
all night.
Starts trouble with his lies,
claims he tells the truth.
Ignores your cries.
You say up,
he says down.
There he goes with his frown!
Show him a good time and a few good
things,
he looks for the bad in the lyrics that
he sings.
Passive, aggressive.
Seeks ways to pay you back,
puffs himself up,
came from lack.
Doesn’t listen to sound advice,
wisdom he ignores;
rather play a head game of dice.
What’s up with this man?
Rarely smiles.
Been walking with him for miles.
Convinces self,
“I’m good.”
Doesn’t want anyone telling him, “You
should…”
A distorted view on who he really is.
Love like his, loses its fizz.
Tried communicating,
But so suffocating!
Feelings used against me,
Pain runs like the sea.
So I went to God…
witnesses saw the truth,
pointed out lies,
relationship dies.
Now he doesn’t speak,
tries to appear meek.
No one’s friend
when in sin.
Don’t have the patience
to start again.
Can’t counsel anymore,
asking God to restore
a broken heart once more.
Love What, Love Who!?
Poem dedicated to any reader who has been asked by a mate to do things you really didn't want to do.
Love you, love what?
If I agree to this,
then who might I be?
Say what, say who?
What about you?
I have to think about this.
Don't know if I can put up with this.
Not happy with that,
compromise what!? For a few...
Gifts, kisses? But, that's right holiday misses!
All is forgotten, but not necessarily.
Somehow equated love with what you do--
had a feeling things would go like this!
Routines, tasks, life challenges.
Death, mayhem, crying, misunderstandings.
Love you, love what, love who!?
A representation of a mother, a father
with issues--oh yes, lots of issues!
Relatives here, there and everywhere!
Past friends, co-workers, fans...
so many want access to you!
I am to love the you, the who, within.
But who are you really?
So many guards, protection all around
a torn heart, a childhood past, and addictions that seem to last and last!
Eyes look through me.
I think your asking too much!
Don't know the who, the what, the where, the why
and how might I go about this?
Expecting me to be open to what you do.
Find myself asking,
"Love what, love who?"
Nicholl McGuire
Love you, love what?
If I agree to this,
then who might I be?
Say what, say who?
What about you?
I have to think about this.
Don't know if I can put up with this.
Not happy with that,
compromise what!? For a few...
Gifts, kisses? But, that's right holiday misses!
All is forgotten, but not necessarily.
Somehow equated love with what you do--
had a feeling things would go like this!
Routines, tasks, life challenges.
Death, mayhem, crying, misunderstandings.
Love you, love what, love who!?
A representation of a mother, a father
with issues--oh yes, lots of issues!
Relatives here, there and everywhere!
Past friends, co-workers, fans...
so many want access to you!
I am to love the you, the who, within.
But who are you really?
So many guards, protection all around
a torn heart, a childhood past, and addictions that seem to last and last!
Eyes look through me.
I think your asking too much!
Don't know the who, the what, the where, the why
and how might I go about this?
Expecting me to be open to what you do.
Find myself asking,
"Love what, love who?"
Nicholl McGuire
Lost Me
When love walked in,
Me walked out.
Focused on him.
The way he looked, dressed, walked, smiled...
it was all about him.
When he called.
Available.
When he came by.
Dropped everything.
When he wanted something.
Gave it to him.
Got angry one day.
Looked in the mirror.
Didn't recognize the eyes that looked back at Me.
Pregnant Me,
so far gone!
Between child and man,
no time for Me.
My identity stolen.
Left it out to be snatched away.
Their worlds, became my world.
Their time, became mine.
Lost myself in them.
Who was I?
Still bold, brash, loving, kind, sweet...
it was hard to tell.
I felt weak.
Mother, wife
was all that came to mind.
Forgot about what I liked to do.
Painting, singing, talking, sightseeing.
So I stole back Me.
When loved walked in, I didn't walk
this time.
Stuck with my plan.
This was my life,
and I was still Me.
Nicholl McGuire is the author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl
Me walked out.
Focused on him.
The way he looked, dressed, walked, smiled...
it was all about him.
When he called.
Available.
When he came by.
Dropped everything.
When he wanted something.
Gave it to him.
Got angry one day.
Looked in the mirror.
Didn't recognize the eyes that looked back at Me.
Pregnant Me,
so far gone!
Between child and man,
no time for Me.
My identity stolen.
Left it out to be snatched away.
Their worlds, became my world.
Their time, became mine.
Lost myself in them.
Who was I?
Still bold, brash, loving, kind, sweet...
it was hard to tell.
I felt weak.
Mother, wife
was all that came to mind.
Forgot about what I liked to do.
Painting, singing, talking, sightseeing.
So I stole back Me.
When loved walked in, I didn't walk
this time.
Stuck with my plan.
This was my life,
and I was still Me.
Nicholl McGuire is the author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl
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