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

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!

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

PABLO NERUDA - Love - StumbleUpon

This poem takes me back to a time when things were so simple when it came to falling in love with someone.  A perfect muse to encourage the poet inside you!

PABLO NERUDA - Love - StumbleUpon

I Love You

You love me when I'm down,
feel me when I'm across town.
I love my class clown.


Know when I'm sad.
Know how to make me glad.
I thank my heavenly dad.


You bring me so much joy
even when you act so coy--
winding me up like a play toy.

Where would I be without you?
I think I have one of the few.
Sometimes I don't know what to do.


So wonderful and unique
with a beautiful physique.
You are a treasure to keep.


Thank you for this wedding day.

May we be blessed as we lay.

And thank you for those three words
you always love to say.


Written by Nicholl McGuire

I Love Him Because He is All There Is

I wish I could see
the beautiful, tall tree
but I can't.

The shadow of the man stands over me.
"Get out the way, so that I may see!"
But he just stands there, holding a key.

"This is to my heart!" I say.
"Give it back, you've had it since May."

But he only sighs.
Tells me a few lies.

I know I love him
but my heart is dim.

I need to get away
that's all I pray.

Blind eyes can't see
what is in front of me.

I keep glancing.
He keeps prancing.

"Aren't you going to let me go free?"
But he too only sees me.

Nicholl McGuire

Christian Love

Feed my soul
with worthy conversation
stimulate my mind
not with ole-fashioned talk
forget about t.v. or
memorable family experiences.

Ask me a question
I'll supply the answer
let us converse
about today, tomorrow and
the future
never forgetting to mention God.

Nicholl McGuire

Men and a Field Full of Women

So you wonder
why we change?

When you are to blame
for you fought
to get us
then later
you don't need us.

So you try to be polite,
"This is too much."
"I need my space."
"Maybe we can be friends."
and we travel separate paths.

But then you claim you love us
with a flash of a ring
you call us all the time
you say how much
you want us
need us
you say you've changed
and by this time
we're suppose to believe you.

Nicholl McGuire

Love Saw Me

Confused
unhappy
didn't know what to expect
hands held high
in a church
love saw me.

I wiped the tears from my eyes
thought about what I was missing
had a past that I couldn't commit to
but love sat by me.

Thought my present struggle was my future
made plans to become one
packed my bags
but love put them down.

Love saw me
from far away
a lighthouse
a vision of what was to come.

It didn't fight the truth like others did
it welcomed it and asked, "What will you have me to do?"

Love didn't judge me, it embraced me.
I received love, told it to never let go.
It gave me a new life, it promised a better future.

I could be me
didn't have to build a wall
I could trust again
I could love again!

Love saw me...

Written by Nicholl McGuire

A Simple Poem for One in Love

Taking a moment out of my day
I sit and pray
writing love letters to God about you.
I pray for a beautiful life with little if any strife
and hope with every lesson brings love.

Thoughts run through my mind
never enough time to tell you how much I love you.
Your voice, touch and eyes
disturb my tender thighs
need a moment to breathe...

Looking forward to a call
listening close to it all
the words you bring they so move me.
Thank you for your time
Thank you for being mine.
Until we meet again.

Written By Nicholl McGuire

When People Love to Extremes

Love my job so much!
Didn't want to have to leave to make plans
for family, friends and everything else in between.

Love my house!
Sacrifice everything including relationships just for the upkeep.
No one understands how important my house means to me, but me.

Love my car!
Watch your hands, your feet, your butt in my seat.
Don't bother to ride unless you have gas money put aside.

Love my dog!
He's my best friend, will kill a man about him.
Respect him like you do a child and call him by his name.

Love my mother!
Refuse to accept what others say about her even when I know she's wrong.
Broke up with women over her, will never put anyone before her.

Love my child!
Lost and confused. A problem to society, but I will defend.
It wasn't his fault, it was yours.

Love my money!
More than life itself! It sustains me, heals me when God isn't bothered.
Don't ask me for any, you go get your own!

Extreme, selfish, jealous, crazy love.
To fight, argue, steal and kill for the "it."
An "it" dressed up pretty who means well
deadlier than the devil himself.
She shows up with good intentions.
He has her interests in mind.

They both rattle their so-called happy home with long hours at work,
an unexpected purchase, a trouble-making relative, and selfish desires within.

To love someone or something more than yourself, a foolish action.
It causes a negative reaction and in time many will learn the hard way.

Nicholl McGuire

Love Everything About You??

Love everything about you so he says.

The way you smile, your hair
the way you laugh, the way you dance...

But love everything about you, never lasts for long...

For she thought she loved your lips, your height
the way you walked and talked...

It all went away with one missed phone call, one negative comment,
a lie, a strange look.

It all went away...

must have never been love after all.

Nicholl McGuire

I Still Want To Marry…

If I could take a moment
to think about yesterday.
My heart pounded in my chest
racing within your dreams.

You told me you loved me
wanted to spend the rest of your life
with me.

Images of a white wedding
briefly flashed through my mind.
I cried inside…

You told me of a big house
Saturday morning breakfast
watching cartoons
spending time with the children.

It seemed so right
but I ached inside.
I didn’t want that life anymore.

You opened wounds
I had lived it all before.

A glossy tear filled your right eye
You were hiding your pain.
Tempted to leave the room, yet you stayed.

You were not him.
A mistake from my past.
An uncomfortable quiet,
we looked to the floor.

Negative energy you and I endured,
All the while reaching an understanding.


Nicholl McGuire

Love

I love, love but it doesn’t love me.
Love is too busy, too self-absorbed.

Wanting nothing better then to give
A little and take a lot
Of my soul
My hole
My freedom
And crush me.

Hurt me until I can’t get
Up from the avalanche of pain
On top of my head…

I hate love and it doesn’t love me.

Nicholl McGuire

Money and the Working Parent

Born into the world needy
grew up and became greedy.

First baby boy born
my heart now torn.

Split between job and time
can't seem to save a dime.

Don't want to have to choose
for I know my child will lose.

Living check to check
a credit card wreck.

Loan upon loan
only a sigh and a moan.

Dirty diapers and cries
the American dream lies.

Hold my limp hand
tired legs can't stand.

Freezer meal junkie
laundry smells funky.

Sink full of dishes
and pot of gold wishes.

Tired husband, wife
feeling the stress, strife.

Nights provide a break
One day by a lake.

Giving up on some things
while the church bell rings.

No more, no more
my heart no longer tore.

Choose between job or time?
my love is above a dime.


Written by: Nicholl A. McGuire

Time is Love

Small boy walks, grows up talks.
"Mama look and see,I can write a three."

"Go play dear!" Boy wipes a tear.

Small girl cries, dad always lies.
"I'll make time, here take this dime."

"I don't want it, sit here a bit."

"No not now, I'll make a vow.
You go play, I'll be back your way."

Small boy walks, grows up talks.
"Things to do, no time for you."

Small girl cries, dad always lies!
"Have no time, busy making a dime."

A picture of a dove, no time to love.

Written by Nicholl A McGuire

Love Has Lost Its Shine

Speak when spoken to.

No warm embrace.
No kiss upon my happy face.
Went to God seeking grace.
Left emotions all over the place.
His face often looks of disgrace.

Changed his mind about this life of ours.
Wish that he had magical powers,
to turn back the hands of time.
Wasn’t ready to embrace love divine.
Thinking this was all a plan of mine.

I accepted this responsibility.
Could have left and gone to the city.
Didn’t go around looking for pity.
Now I stay up singing, “Itsy Bitsy.”

“Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
Down came the rain and wash the spider out
But then came the sun…”

The spider got back up again.
I get back up again!
No more rain in this house to knock me down!
Time for change!

No more wondering, wishing or waiting.
I can’t change him,
he can’t change me!


Nicholl McGuire

Stalemate

He was light, shining upon my wounded face.
Opened up my heart, caused me to trust again.
I was happy.

He talked to me, listened to me.
Thought of me…
Created a world around me.
I was excited.

But then we had a child…

He became distant from me.
Redirected his emotions for me and gave them to the child.
I was no longer first.
I had become second best.

Conversations of the past I had with him.
Tried to make him see what we had missed.
He changed for a day maybe even two.
Then grew silent.

No longer interested in me.
He must think I’m a fool.
I see what’s happening.
I don’t have years to fix what didn’t have to be broken.

My thoughts have moved on, yet my heart hasn’t…at least not yet.


Nicholl McGuire

Relationship Games

Exchange phone numbers
play the game of who will call first?

Exchange stories of the past
does anyone really care?

Exchange dates and times to see one another
who will commit?

Exchange money for entertainment
neither insists to pay.

Hold on to hands open for something new.
Hold on to memories won't be too trusting.
Hold on to past lovers and say there only friends.

Now the calls of lust come.
Want another replay to numb the pain that haunts a broken soul.

Too busy to address issues rather break up to make up.
Too unforgiving but will bury it just this once.
Too afraid to commit to someone just as broken.

Play the game until one grows weary.
Then stop when someone else comes along that's new.
Gamble once again with unresolved issues, a misguided spirit, and no money.
Claim an unsuspecting victim in the game we call, relationship.

Nicholl McGuire

Adult Lust

We didn't waste anytime.
From a few phone calls, dinner, a walk in the park
and now we lie naked between wet sheets.

I reflect to a time I first saw him.
He was handsome, reminding me of a childhood friend.
His smile displayed innocense, deceitfully saying,
"I want nothing more than friendship."

He teased me with his simplicity.
No complicated arrangements to make time to talk.
He was careful in the way he spoke, his voice
never cracked, stuttered or raised.

I felt overly trusting of this man I barely knew.
His cubicle around a corner from mine.
Time didn't stand still when we saw one another.
We practically bumped into each other and only said, "Excuse me."

Then one day without notice, a request for a phone number,
then an impromptu invitation to dinner.
The stranger was secretly interested.

Our attraction grew with each glance across candlelight,
he was something new for me and I for him.
Neither of us gave each other time to talk about the past,
break each other's heart, and make plans for the future.

We only wanted what we could get now.
The "now" was more important, then anything else.
He wasn't what I had envisioned myself to be with,
but I had settled.

As we lie on our backs in the dark,
both of us have rolled over.

We both know the truth. There will be nothing more to this in the morning.

Nicholl McGuire