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

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

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.

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

When God Speaks

Listen to the quiet voice
realize He is speaking to you.

A peaceful, small sound,
keeping you from evil.

There is no one that loves you
more than He does.

A spiritual connection
to a Higher Being.

Listen. Be still.
Stop walking, stop talking.

Thought you had life figured out.
It all seemed so simple back then,
a pen, a little sin, and a win.

Then God speaks.
Warns you of what is to come.
Leaves you with a choice.
Make the right one.


Nicholl McGuire

He Doesn't Know His Role

Walking around without a care,
does nothing more than stare.

Came to me one day with much to say,
I just couldn't pray.

You see, people sometimes are up to no good,
so they run to another 'hood.
Hoping things will get better,
while avoiding God's love letter.

God uses people around us to expose lies,
and tell of those who like to compromise.

An enemy yesterday, a friend today,
now he wants to talk, to pray.

When feeling down low,
some will play up the show.

"Woe is me, look at me,
can't you see, what happened to me?"

But what were the events that led up
to the Spirit's man's cries, and how many more
covert lies?

In search of a different role, it begins to take it's toll.
Trying hard to come out a winner,
but the reality is man is just a sinner.

Nicholl McGuire author of When Mothers Cry, see blog here.  Listen to her recite poetry on this site.

Yesterday Prepared Me for Today

Battled with an enemy,

a common foe.

He was playing on the down low--

used women for a show.

It was a race to see who would win

He got the best of me justified his sin.

I was ready for the battle,

but he rounded up friends like cattle.

Tried to tell me that I was in the wrong,

sang some tired, weak song.

I had heard it all before,

past fights left me sore.

Said goodbye to yesterday’s defeat,

still standing though on two feet!

Didn’t worry anymore about lies,

cause I had my share of spies.

Played into a man’s weaknesses,

got comfortable, thought he won.

Little did he know,

I came back with the Holy One!

The victory is mine,

didn’t whine,

I had drew the line!

Put the foolishness to rest,

passed the devil’s test.

Tried to blindside me,

but used both eyes so I could see.

Trouble always around,

but you don’t have to go down.

Never stay on any ground.

Never stay on any ground.

Get up and fight your foe,

Understand strategy,

be in the know!

Nicholl McGuire

Lesson Learned

It was I, not he
not she, had to be me!

I wanted to go,
I had to show,
then I didn't know.

If I thought it was love,
I would have saw the Dove,
but I knew it was not,
this was my last shot.

A word of wisdom came to me,
an offer that I really couldn't see--
was more concerned about the future
of three,
now look at me?

Happy I was at least in the beginning,
but now I look forward to a happy ending.

Once again blind, but now I see,
those that are sick can't blame me,
for God has called me to be free!

The next trip will be one
and I will have fun,
won't look back...
won't worry about a money stack.

Good times cost money,
men charm with honey.
Then before long,
down a hole like a bunny.

Looking for what's here and there,
your heart is left in despair.
A body with more than general wear.

God calls us out of dark holes,
and saves our lives--our souls.

Another lesson learned,
life experience discerned
received that perfect love yearned!
Finally something I didn't have to earn!

Nicholl McGuire shares her personal insight with young women from a spiritual perspective when it comes to relationships, see link.

Use Me Lord

I don't allow religion
to close my eyes
to who I am
to where I've been
and where I'm going.

So I won't fit in,
even when some think
they know me.

And I won't attend,
even when I'm invited,
because unless I have a seat
at the master's table,
not interested in his crumbs.

There is something inside of me,
bigger than me,
stronger than man,
wiser than woman.

Tried to keep my mouth shut,
didn't want me speaking truth
couldn't do anything with me.

Distractions,
always moving me
telling me where to go
who to talk to
what to do.

When I awoke to the game,
I hit my handlers where they hurt,
and I progressed.
Truth wasn't pretty,
it didn't make them happy.

As for love, they couldn't feel me.

I ran away, came back,
ran away, came back,
ran away, came back,
a slave to the past.

Freedom, I cried.
Remove the chains that keep me bound.
There is a new me,
beyond what I see.

Nicholl McGuire

Messengers of the Lord - a poem by Nicholl McGuire

 

 

I would love to tell the perfect story
would love to always give God the glory.

But sometimes down moments
get in the way,
and sometimes, I too, forget to pray.

God gives his messengers a lot to say,
direct listeners to his one pathway.

Give the soul peace, emotions will cease.
Show men love, remind them of the dove.

Don't know when God will say, "You're done."
Darkness works to put an end to the Son.

But even when you are not right,
and even when there is no light,
still keep God in your sight!

There will be trouble, fallen rubble,
and grandmaster teachers
will pop like a bubble.

They claim to know,
but are used like foes,
they speak on talkshows,
but will die like a rose.

A slow, painful death to those,

with so many foes.

They use to sing God's praises,

but then they got money raises.

 

Had they been humble and said, "I'm not right."

Then maybe God would have called off the fight.

 

Heavy consequences to pay

for those with much to say,

that's why we should all pray.

 

Lessons to be learned,

shouldn't be about how much money earned.

 

Yet, keep going forward with bad deals,

and the world will see unholy men

at the bottom of hills.

Nicholl McGuire

Poetry Writing is a Gift - How to Write Poems

Some things don't easily come to others no matter how much they would like to do something.  Writing poetry is one of those things that can't be forced.  Like with any creative work, if it doesn't come naturally, if it isn't something that you appreciate, your words simply won't flow.  Readers will feel the absence of the gift.  I came across a page on Hub Pages that just might help those who truly are gifted in writing poetry to expound on their talent.  See here:  http://hubpages.com/hub/Poetry-Forms

Nicholl McGuire on Ipadio

For poetry recited by the blogger and poet of this blog, feel free to go to her personal page at Ipadio to hear samples of her work. The link is:  http://www.ipadio.com/channels/NichollMcGuire

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