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
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
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