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Saturday

Oh God!

Help me through this storm
rain clouds all around,
less feeling up, more feeling down.


Had a thought that made me feel sad,
then mad, and now glad--
brought my burden to you,
but God knows what to do!


I had been carrying emotional ties,
due to believing so many lies.
Folks claimed to love,
but void of the Holy Spirit from above.


Thought I would be okay,
then I realized I had forgot to pray.


Sometimes we lose spiritual insight,
and instead of praying, emotionally we fight.


Pushing away the things we ought to do,
while forgetting about the God who loves me and you!


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Monday

Poet Tells of Why She Blogs at spiritualpoemsbynicholl.blogspot.com

I wasn't always happy about the inconvenience of having to find a piece of paper and pen, then note what comes to my mind.  Sometimes papers get lost, pens don't work, and thoughts disappear as soon as they appear.  I was most appreciative of the blog invention because it helped with making my Internet experience more enjoyable.  When thoughts come to my mind, it is nice to know I can come on Blogger and share what I feel God has moved me to share.


My weaknesses as well as my strengths appear on this site in poetic form.  This is my release when those offline are unkind, uncaring, and uninterested in the people and things of God.  My observations of society and relationships from a spiritual perspective are also on here.  I rhyme to keep from crying at times.  I share what I know to keep people out of the traps that I have fell into in the past.  I tell people stories because there are life lessons worth sharing.  I am happy sometimes when I right and other times I am sad--wishing for Jesus to return soon.


I thank you readers who have been with me over the years and sharing my links--I notice and I am grateful.  For newcomers, feel free to browse my blog and spread the truth.


I leave you with love, peace and happiness.  If you are an event planner or publisher in the So-Cal area and seek poets, let me know by leaving a comment.




Nicholl


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Sunday

Satan Has No Love for the Rich

No love for the sinful rich,
a dark god annoying like an itch.


Fight to keep jealous feelings away,
so I look to God and pray.


Told not to focus on them,
the wicked, rich Them.


Advised it wouldn't be good,
they don't do what they should.


Once leaned on a righteous God to bless,
but now the backsliders don't confess.


Anointed with a false light,
godly things they put up a fight.


Desire to buy everything in sight,
push away God with all their might!


Got plans tonight, got plans,
doing devious things with ungodly hands.


Thought I wanted to be rich,
thought cash would satisfy my itch,
but then I hear people call a rich woman a "B*tch!"


Rich in mind, body and spirit,
Satan has a fit, declares one a misfit.


Deceived lovers of money,
look for thick, sweet honey.


Recruit black and yellow bees,
reminded money doesn't grow on trees.


From the looks of things,
there are plenty of six rings,
while the A-list entertainer continues to sing.


One day Satan will say, "Put up..."
But the blind will ignore and say, "Shut up!"


Give up anything to get something,
hope, wish and pray,
another one will lose a life before a birthday.


Nicholl McGuire



Rock Hard Soul

Rock hard,
big, small,
oval shaped, square, flat
brick, stones.


Foundations set in stone.
Life goals set the tone.
Millions, billions,
trillions...


Saw people as stones,
talking on phones.
Wishing to be anywhere but here,
tried to stay clear.


No eye contact,
trying to keep a stone heart
intact.


No love coming in,
sin stacked like rocks,
a Holy God they mock!


Tick tock, tick tock...
it's almost 3 o'clock.


Satan's minions at work,
got fools doing the twerk!


Tick tock, tick tock...
it's time for another shock!


No leaning on The Rock
when men watch the rock!


Big, flat television screens,
centuries old deities receive paeans!


Problems everywhere, like stones everywhere--
can't count them no more than scalp hair!


What on earth can the Christian do?
When like stones, he or she sits in view--
immobile, decorated, dirty, cracked,
shard with emotions hard.


Nicholl McGuire





Friday

What Would You Do?

What would you do if you had less dollars,
faced with a test created by scholars,
or saw evil men make your neighbor holler?


Would you pretend to love?
Would you realize a vision that came from above?


What would you do when the war is at your front door?
Would you fight with all your might or get worried or
scared and act like God is not in sight?


What would you do if you were dying today,
would you bother to pray?  Would you know what to say?


What would you do if you had everything?
Would you give praise to God and loudly sing?


What would you do, what would you do?
The hours are few, a day, a second
a government coup.


Shouts to remove the Christian,
"Get out, get out!"
There's no more clout.


God warned of days like this,
luxuries will go amiss.


People will cry out in pain,
feel like they are going insane.


Attempts to appease their dark master,
but all ends in a dreadful disaster.


Challenges come in a deceptive surprise
through a myriad of black and white lies,
and then a diamond one,
falls over and dies.


The people cry out, "What are we fighting for?"
They always want, "More...more and more!"
But past plans don't bring solutions,
and neither resolutions.


A nation at war, a Star Wars,
has left many people feeling sore.


So confused, they know not what to do.
In darkness, asleep, sooner or later
they weep, and cry to a God,
"Where's our shepherd? We're sheep."


Nicholl McGuire

Monday

Alter on the Altar

Someone loves me
when no one seems to care,
someone loves me
even when I feel fair.

I appreciate the love of God--so real!
Better than the most fattening meal!

When life's routines get the best of me,
I look forward to what God is doing through me!

Prayers for a new and improved life,
and a little less stress and strife.

Happy to be born again,
avoiding any and all old sin.

A time when love comes around again.
Something brand new to begin!

No more reflecting on bad times,
good thoughts come in the form of new rhymes.

If I were to be a complete me,
it would only take God to re-build me.

Not enough time in one day
to do all the things I hear him say.

But he is ever-present with me,
he put away that old girl named, She.

Nicholl McGuire 

Thursday

Set Free

Without God I don't know what I would do!
Life for me had been like an old shoe--
worn out, dirty, ugly, pew!

I had fought until I sought,
then began to receive a new thought--
one after the other after the other.
I encouraged a new brother.

Life was different now,
I didn't need to milk the cow.
Blessings come to me,
because I'm set free!

Can't complain about what use to be--
was no good for Old Me,
New Me can clearly see!

Thought I had everything figured out,
but what I needed God gave me a shout!

Praise comes from once dry lips
that use to take many sips.
These days walk a straight line,
the body now feels fine!

So in love with the New Me,
forgot about the Old She--
angry, bitter, and lost,
now a warm heart melts the frost.

God is able,
keeps food on my table!

God is so sweet,
better than the best cut meat!

God is my one true friend,
who determines my end.

Nicholl McGuire
 

Monday

Reconciled to God - Now How About You?

Reconciled.
Left, came back, left...
had enough of cheating--
went to a meeting,

There He was watching,
welcoming me back.
I came with spiritual lack,
yet I made a comeback!

Praise to God, my Lord
with the sword!
He didn't hurt,
nor did he abuse,
he took away
what Satan misused.

He guided me by the hand,
reintroduced me to His Holy land.
No more running away
from sorrow,
no more hating tomorrow.

So happy to be with those
who love with those appointed--
the Cross above.

So free to be me
without a guilt trip
and no desire to
take an alcohol sip!

So happy to be with the Everlasting One,
to know and love His only Son,
and be used by their Holy One.

A reconciliation of peace and love
the kind that only comes from above.
Moving along in my life,
able to deal with the strife.
The Lord is there,
our burdens he bears.

It's time to walk past the stares,
and embrace the God who cares.

Nicholl McGuire


 

Friday

What Could I Do?

What could I do
when they threatened to sue?

What could I do
when there was more than a few?

What could I do
when I missed my cue?

Tell me, can you?

There is a God who sees it all,
He was the one who was with
me during my fall.

He was the one who put me to test,
He was the one who showed me His best.

When I thought I was all alone,
when no one picked up the phone.
God didn't give me a dial tone.

I had nothing to say,
all I could do was kneel down and pray.

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Thursday

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Saturday

One Last Chance

It was my dying day, 
had one more chance to pray.
Said goodbye to the family, tired of the agony.

It was now my time to talk with my Maker.
He had sent the death angel--the Soul Taker.

I was tired of what had become of my life.
Bad news cut frequently like a knife.

Chest pain, head insane, money strain.
Had fought for so long against much wrong.

Walked with a strut, kicked butt.
but then one day I was in a rut.

Couldn't break the cycle that I had called, "Passion."
Engulfed in what I would call, "My Fashion."

Like a designer, I had created a new me.
Wore personalities that the world could see.

Didn't know half the time who was I?
Didn't know sometimes why I would sigh.

Had everything that most prayed for,
but then living my life had become a bore.

Found myself looking up at the ceiling,
this time there was no healing.

Heard the voice who said, "Go back."
I didn't want to go to a life of spiritual lack.

Cried all the way down that gold escalator,
welcomed back to a breathing respirator.

I had one last chance, I took a glance.
Saw faces awaiting for me to moan,
but my voice had lost its tone.

Pleaded with my Maker to take me back.
That's when the screen flat-lined, went black.

Nicholl McGuire



 

Wednesday

Stop and Pray

I was tired, didn't want to start my day.
So I got up, but I didn't pray.
I don't know why--I didn't know what to say?

And then things happened, crazy stuff,
I guess I had, had enough!

Glass broken all around me,
tiny fragments as far as the eye could see!
"That was me, that was me!" I thought.
For years, a merciful God I had sought.

Tears on a floor and a body left sore,
don't recall what was it I had been fighting for?
An issue without a cause,
didn't take the time to pause.

Now the world knows what is wrong,
and my story is far too long.
They don't care, observers just stare.

How did I come so far to turn back,
how did I lose it--blow my stack?
What spiritual gift did I lack?

It can happen to us all,
one day stand tall
then like Humpty take a great fall.

It can happen late at night or in the middle of the day
that is why it is best you stop and pray!

Nicholl McGuire

NOTE: This poem was inspired by a woman who recently had a nervous breakdown.  Please pray for all those people who are suffering right now as a result of past trauma that has fragmented their minds, thank you.

Sunday

Spiritually Lost

Some just don't know
that God isn't for show--
like to talk about what they don't know.

They are upset and confused,
misused and abused.

Believing in lies,
while the spirit within dies.

Void of understanding,
often they cause a misunderstanding.
They then ask, "Why?"
while loved ones just cry.

The more you pray, the more they say,
"I'm okay..." but wasn't it just the other day,
they had many hurtful words to say?

They don't believe they need Jesus,
that's why they put up a fuss,
while dark spirits they entrust.

To be lost is to be alone,
the spirit man will groan.

You forget what you have been shown.
You live life on a loan.

You worry about many things,
your spirit no longer sings.

Too lazy to help another,
you disown a brother.

You manipulate and lie to get ahead,
you attempt to get peace from a bed.

People distance themselves from you.
You wonder, "What did I do?"

Those who act like they care,
expect you to pay their fare.

A ride of life everyone takes,
but they wonder, "How much you make?"

When you are all used up with nothing to give,
that's when you ask, "Why do I live?"

Nicholl McGuire

 

Let God in the Church

Spiritual
not religious
won't join
won't sign
refuse to tow yet another man's line.

Brought up issue after issue,
contradictions,
no excuses.
Realize His power,
causes grown men
to cower.

Forget what the people say,
Remember what God say.
Pressure from others,
who claim to be "Mothers"
They will control your life
when weak to strife.

Go here, go there,
some walk around
and stare.

Another new face
walked into their place,
they assume ignorance,
predict disgrace.

Clean dirty floors,
open church doors.
Read from the Holy Book,
give credit for what you took.

Saw a preacher man scream
and shout, the same man
seeking clout.

Saw a woman shake then
fall, got up and stood real tall.

Saw a child cry while wishing to leave,
parents in trouble--they grieve.

When the Holy Ghost is brought in,
people will walk away from sin.

People give to get,
refuse to forget,
let God, God let,
tell the people
who you met.

Nicholl McGuire
 

Lust Spirits

Hold my hand dear God.
Lead me out of this misery,
I should have been more leery.

The devil wanted to settle a score,
so he used a willing man--a whore.
Played a game of so-called love,
but he didn't know I was protected by a dove.

When Satan's plan didn't work,
he moved a dark spirit to lurk.
Another man with a new plan,
who offered strong drink from a can

What did it take to make
my spiritual foundation quake?
A desire to be loved, a need for peace,
determined for drama to cease
hoped to find him before signing a lease.

So the devil sent another man,
one who came as light, but
with a stubborn will
always looking for a fight.

When Evil thought he had struck gold,
it was his story that I told.
Exposed for all the world to see!
I was once bound, but now I'm FREE!

What was with Lucifer's temptations?
Concerned, I started reading
the book of Revelation.
For his end is coming soon,
he is playing one last tune.

Knew that God was testing me,
he just wanted my eyes on He.

Nicholl McGuire


T


 

Skin Color Manipulation

So the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker
wanted me to share my views about a skin color
that I didn't choose, didn't refuse, and didn't lie to.

Wanted me to hate the other man for a business he ran,
employed people from a background like me,
closed their eyes so they couldn't see.

But why should I hate, what God permits on our plate?
I held up a mirror, showed them the errors of their ways,
while they walked around in that "get high" daze.

If I had told them what I felt inside, they would
have accused me of having some other kind of pride.
I wasn't going to be like the others who lied.
God knows, I tried.

Manipulate others to get what one wants,
create agendas to taunt, to taunt
design propaganda to haunt, to haunt.

That's what the players do.

Ignorance states what they cannot see,
the deaf, dumb and blind,
don't realize they are called to be free,
but brought back to "Once upon a tree..."

You see, I am in love with a God you can't see,
and he is the one that encourages me to be me.

Not interested in what others have to say,
for they won't be with me on my wedding day.
So I pray, I pray and I knew something would happen
before the month of May.

I expose fools breaking the rules,
and show you how they can be so very cruel.
From disappointment to deception,
who cares about personal perception?

Pay attention to the facts they cover up,
and stop drinking everything served to you in a cup.

I open up doors that have been closed for years,
and make people face their nagging fears.

They plot race, color, religion, sex, and gender
against one another to spiritually hinder.

A master plan of that one called Satan,
he knows how to keep the masses hatin'.

Nicholl McGuire 

The Line

It was straight,
the line.
I looked at them from behind
wondered what was their story.
God had to get all the glory.

They waited for their plates,
how long had it been since they last ate?

Jobs come and go,
people just don't know.
Standing in a line,
praying everything will be fine.

Some talk, while others just walk.
Some cry, while others just sigh.
Some living a lie,
holding on to money, afraid to die.

The line was so straight,
and no one came late.
Only God knows,
what will be our fate.

Nicholl McGuire
 

Wednesday

We All Struggle

God lifted me up
when man brought me down--
spread my business all over town.

I had been in a war,
my heart was tore!
Felt empty, then life became
a bore.

There were visions I had,
some left me feeling sad,
and others made me
crazy, crazy mad!

Replayed the past in my mind,
tried real hard to come up
from behind.

So many talents and skills,
sometimes staying on top with pills.

But you can only do but so much,
before you need God's holy touch.

There was something more that I had to do,
hopping through life without a left shoe.

It is hard to walk when your mind struggles,
walls around one's life reduced to rubble.

People don't get you, don't feel you or need you,
push you away, pull you back, then sue you!

I know that I have to stay near to my Lord,
I prepare for future fights, I pick up the sword.

If there was anything more that I had to say,
I will tell the broken-hearted, the depressed
get down on your knees and pray!

Nicholl McGuire

Friday

Death So Close Yet So Far Off

I got a feeling
I'm going to need healing.

Felt odd yesterday
and feeling worse today!

I got a feeling
I'm going to need healing.

Didn't know there was some place to go,
don't know if I'm making it to the show.

I got a feeling
I'm going to need healing.

Praying that the body won't show out!
Praying that my mouth won't shout!

No pain,
nothing to gain.

Need a healing,
got that feeling.

Raise my hands high,
don't believe it's time to die.

Got to get things done,
before I see the Holy Son.

Just asking for that healing,
need to put away that feeling!

When the people pray,
oh let the angels say,
"May our God be with you,
one of his few."

Oh, I got that feeling.
Feel the spirit go up,
pass the ceiling.


Nicholl McGuire

Thursday

On Soul Watch

Muddled mind,
confused feelings
no golden staircase,
leading to heavenly ceilings.

Angels on soul watch,
awaiting life change--
another world to rearrange.

Hope that a mighty God,
will bring the peace,
make all personal chaos
cease.

Heal the people's pain,
they are going insane!

But He doesn't.

Wrapped in issues,
noses buried in tissues.

Love lost, job loss,
rejection, anger, sadness,
bring on madness.

The offended, defends
suffocates their sins.

Comments that go on,
they never seem to end.

"Why bother teaching lost hearts,
so many had bad starts?  Why
does one care so much?"
In answer, "Accepted a godly touch."

The clock ticks, days are long,
work hard to avoid wrong.

Nights seem slow,
but they help one
to spiritually grow.

Need to find contentment,
need to put away resentment.
Reminder: a Holy Ghost was sent.


Nicholl McGuire

Note:  If you haven't asked Jesus' gift of the Holy Ghost to come work in and through you, you just might want to.  Live today as if you will die tomorrow.

Monday

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Friday

Who Do You Really Love?

Question your love.
Who do you think of?

Starting a new day,
did you take time to pray?
Was there something you forgot to say?

So much on a mind,
love can be so blind.
Problems enter in,
move on men to sin.

Wasn't it just the other day,
after a lay, that you wished for a wedding day?

Time flies by when you are having fun,
but commitment makes you want to run.

Love who?
Not you.
So many, so few,
called and don't want to do.

"I love you" they say,
hoping for an answer
while they pray.

But God isn't in this or that,
not today, too many people
living beyond fat.

Seeking a bride,
white as snow,
not one hiding, on the down low.

Refusing to commit,
won't carry a permit.
Telling people stories,
lost in sinful glories.

Celebrities act like they love,
act as if a relationship should
fit like a glove.

God knows better,
but people don't bother to
read his love letter.

Worldly holidays,
always forget to pray,
another life lost
on Valentine's Day.

Nicholl McGuire

Thursday

Missed Out

Warning,
they told him what to do.
Warning,
yet he would still be untrue.

God had taken him by the hand,
showed him what he could have given him,
a prosperous land.

But the man couldn't hold his head up,
all he could do was look at the empty cup.
For he remembered what he had done,
and how he ignored God's Holy Son.

When things were good, he bragged about self,
while he made a wish and rubbed the head of an elf.
Thought he had everything figured out,
went to church and gave a shout.

But old him had showed up at home,
the name "Pride" was written on his dome.

Opted out of praying, preferred to stick
to old sayings. 

Didn't want to get too close
to the seers, despite having so many fears.

Wasted much money, days weren't sunny.
Tried to get laughs from shows that weren't funny.

No matter how much he lied, his Spirit just cried,
what little joy left within had been gobbled up by sin.

He missed out on blessings from everywhere,
distracted by nude women with long, blonde hair.

Thought he could do things his own way,
thought he had plenty of time to pray.

But there was a hell waiting for the Mister,
it had already claimed his fellow Sister.
Assumed that one was okay with the Lord,
but he had forgot about God's deadly sword.

A Holy Father's truth cuts, whips your butt,
and the next thing you know you're sitting
in a rut--trying to crawl free, people around see,
but all they say is, "So glad that's not me."

Nicholl McGuire

Wednesday

God Loves You

Even if you don't believe it,
don't care,
doubtful,
God loves
you.

Nicholl McGuire 

Read this poem: When God Speaks

Monday

Up and Away

"Up and away,
today I lay
and wish for a brand new day.

So tired of being sick,
shriveling down to a stick.

Struggling with being ill,
my cry, a shrill.

Asked the Lord for immediate healing,
wonder what his hand is dealing.

Answers to prayer seem a bit slow,
wonder if they all know."

Her illness a secret,
doctors she met.
But there was no cure,
her date had been set.

She was dying with each passing day.
Those that knew, didn't know what to pray.

They had no favor with her Lord,
he had cut them with his sword.

They were in the wilderness, with nothing to eat,
didn't want to confess sin, fall down at God's feet.

Didn't believe their lives were all messed up,
didn't believe God's wrath was in a cup...
pouring down on all,
prideful witnesses to her fall.

It was time to do right,
experience the light,
and know that God was still in sight.

Up and away,
and so she would pray,
hoping God would take her today.


Nicholl McGuire is the author of Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate and other books.


Tuesday

Sexual Sin

Fear God!
The Creator of Heaven and Hell.
I was once the woman at the well.

Thought I had plenty of time,
to share my life in a rhyme.
But I was reminded of God's watch,
it was time to stop pleasing the crotch.

Toward the altar I had went,
the message had been sent.
God's people get away with nothing,
even when they try bluffing!

He meets with you behind closed doors,
exposes sins like wicked whores.
He said, "This is what you need to do,
I am the one you should pursue. 
Experience the kind of life worth living
and be more forgiving."

You think you have everything figured out.
Think blessings come after a shout.
But the one true God shows you there is more
while you pick your body up off a floor.

People convince you that you are alright,
even though they see your plight.
Some don't bother to tell you what's wrong,
prefer to send you messages in a song.

So you live a Me world that isn't black and white,
you either fight, hop a flight, or take advantage
of everything in sight.

Still in sin, while winning a friend.
Hope God's steadfast rules will bend.
Up today, down tomorrow, a twisted mind
full of sorrow.

Good insight doesn't stick around long,
especially when you know you're not strong.

So give it up, do what's right,
put God in view, get insight.

Nicholl McGuire





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