Best Mcguire Poems
A LIMERICK ON NOTED SOUP POETS
Bob Hinshaw, Tom Cunningham, James Edward Lee, Sr., Russell Sivey, Gordon McConnell, Greg Barden, Emile Pinet, Silent One, WingedWarrior, Charles Messina, Gershon Wolf, Richard Lamoureux, Joe Flack, Liam McDaid, Rick Parise, Curtis Johnson, Curtis Futch, Jr., Brian Strand, Don Johnson, Jack Ellison, Roblert Lindley, Timothy McGuire, John Gondolf, Arturo Michael, Edward Ibeh, Kevin Shaw, Harry Horsman, Dr. Ram Mehta
They come from all walks of life
Some from countries filled with strife
They wish to convey
Their life in a way
That cuts to the core like a knife
They write words of wisdom, words that inspire
Words of great mirth, and some words of hell fire
Some poems tell a story
On getting to glory
They truly are poets that we can admire
When you read the words they have written
I feel certain that you will be smitten
You may laugh, or you may cry
You may just chuckle, or only sigh
But what they have written is always fittin'
If your name is not here, please forgive me
The list is inexhaustible, you see
It would take many days
To give everyone praise
And on that, I think you'll agree
Curtis Moorman
7 August 2019
Categories:
mcguire, america, celebrity, dedication, encouraging,
Form:
Limerick
The gift of quietness, sometimes ignored,
may go unclaimed throughout our busy day.
Unless that time of stillness is embraced,
we'll miss our joy to share in the reward.
The gift of quietness- its silent song-
can play to calm our weary hearts and minds.
The empty silence spreads tranquility
to balance yin and yang where they belong.
The gift of quietness- its emptiness,
grants fullness of an aura without sound
that soon uplifts the spirit once again
to face our busy lives with happiness.
May 17, 2019
Form: (Only 1st and 4th lines of each stanza rhyme).
This may be a new form invented by Timothy McGuire and
given the name BOOKEND RHYMES by Andrea Dietrich.
Categories:
mcguire, inspirational, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s your turn…
Come to Santa, my dear
If only for a minute
Forget life is often cruel
And you are hungry
Forget your sadness, little one
Believe if only for a short reprieve
In the magic of Christmas
That dreams can come true
That you too deserve a happy home
Find it in your heart the joy to smile
And trust in miracles for that one minute
Free of fears that weigh you down…
Santa has a present for you
Perhaps the only one you’ll get this year
There’s no justice in the world
Santa’s smile really hides Santa’s tears
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on July 27, 2019 - collaboration with Timothy McGuire
Categories:
mcguire, children, christmas, dream, hope,
Form:
Free verse
What joy
What comfort
To find a comfy niche
Where kindred spirits abound
Where we are encouraged to be ourselves
And delight in others showing their true colors
How profound it is to connect on that human level
Sharing opportunities to appreciate each other’s journeys
With tendered words, views, passions, dreams and aspirations
Life obstacles and vulnerabilities divulged with open heart
Allowing others to touch us in so many ways
Inviting them into our private bubble
Where some so easily click
Like long lost friends
Forever leave
Their mark
To one such friend
I need pay tribute
He’s an artist on my path
No doubt to feed my motivation
He gives praise
Like it’s free candy
He’s a humble goodhearted poet
Direct and won't play games
He couldn't be a politician
It would surely kill him
All I have to say is how I have
Tremendous respect for him
And everything he stand for
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on September 19, 2019 for contest PICK A FRIEND (Timothy McGuire) sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
mcguire, blessing, character, encouraging, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
Have you heard of Peter McGuire?
There is no more prolific liar.
Pete comes from County Cork.
He is the biggest dork.
Did you see him with his pants on fire?
Categories:
mcguire, holiday, ireland,
Form:
Limerick
( THE WALKING DEAD )
Their faces torn in shreds of blood, eyes hanging by there threads.
Something thats very scary, that will make you hide under beds.
Hands twisted to the right, bones pertrude through their skin.
A sight not liked by many men, a pure hatred evil sin.
Backs gauging out in the middle, their necks a twisted sight.
A close and personal look at zombies, walking with you tonight.
Slow walking in the street, they want all your guts.
Be very careful that they dont see you, cause their going nuts.
Pieces of hands litter the grass, blood on all the flowers.
The smell is pretty pungent, cause they dont know how to shower.
Groaning when they talk about, grunting when their mad.
Eweee they just ate the neighbors dog, its getting pretty sad.
Its not safe in the neighborhood, its worse than all the dreams.
Doctor Phil just lost his leg, I can tell by his screams.
Little suzy stricker is crying, a zombie has her by the hair.
The zombie shook his finger no, i wouldnt run if you dare.
The crosbys just crashed their car, then it started on fire.
The poor monsters ate their boy, poor timmy mcguire.
The block in running rampid, the innocent ones have fled.
My neighborhood has lost their minds, and now are the walking dead.
Categories:
mcguire, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
This Is Inspired by the joke posted by
"The Incomparable Mystic Rose."
She is a MUST read for All Souper's
Love that sense of humor Rose and Thanks
Mrs. McGuire concerned as she was
Always the proper lass
Went to see Dr. McGee
Hoping to stop passing gas
She explained, it always was silent
and odorless she was quite sure
In fact, she had passed gas
Several times since she came through his door
McGee scratched his head and then nodded
Then handed her, a bottles of pills
Take these and come back in a week
For now this will handle your ills
When McGuire returned to the Doctor's
And ask what was wrong with the pills
For although her gas was still silent
It stunk as high as the hills
McGee looked up at her sternly
But his voice was soft and endearing
Now that we've cleared up your sinus
We will go to work on your hearing
Categories:
mcguire, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Remember Irish Peter McGuire?
Lying Irishman with pants on fire?
I looked up to the sky
and saw him there up high.
Holding tightly to a telephone wire.
inspired by a comment made to another submission of mine
Categories:
mcguire, holiday, ireland,
Form:
Limerick
‘ Mail Lottery … ’ 50th Senryu
Generic-Goody
Publishers Clearinghouse Spree
... ‘ Show Me The Money ’ !
(Yeah, I Know That's Jerry McGuire Movie's Line)
Categories:
mcguire, funny, introspection, parody
Form:
Senryu
From generation to generation
Times have changed so much
By leaps and bounds
Back when technology did not exist
I grew up in a family of 13 kids
Survival was the game of life
Working hard day and night
Trying to make a better life
Nothing was easy
You just did your best
And hoped to reap some reward
Since I tried to live my life
Like an open book
I thought you’d understand
I helped raise six hungry kids
Fed them, sent them to school
And gave them their wings
Six impressionable little minds
Had I known my words would mean so much
All I knew was you needed to be tough
To be ready to face life
So I taught you what I learned
Convinced all you needed were the basics
And you would find your way
I didn’t think I’d be doing you any favours
By painting rosy pictures and
I wouldn’t have known how
My models were two hard working parents
Whose fulltime job was to feed and clothe 13 kids
Barely making ends meet
No time for dreams, barely time for sleep
Too exhausted to even keep up
With the treadmill of daily living
Like baby birds I sent you off from the nest
To stretch your new wings and fly on your own
Find your way and do better than me if you could
I didn’t think I was remiss I gave it my all
Careful not to lose myself in the process
Teeter tottering to maintain balance
Keeping that all important flame alive within
So one day I could be free again to be me
I wish I had told you more often
That I love you and I’m proud of you
I thought my actions would speak louder than words
We each have our journey to live and learn from
I am watching over you from above
Better late than never
I want to tell you today that I love you
And I hope you have a fulfilling life
Until we meet again
Dad xx
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
version published in photo/poetry book ~UNCONDITIONAL LOVE LETTER TO MY CHILDREN~ 2020 / photos by TIMOTHY McGUIRE
Submitted on April 5, 2018 for NON-ROMANTIC LOVE CONTEST sponsored by EMILE PINET
and September 8, 2017 for HELP ME FALL IN LOVE CONTEST sponsored by MYSTIC ROSE
Categories:
mcguire, dad, i love you,
Form:
Free verse
THE BOYS WHO WOULD BE KING
by Ron Arbuthnot
Dear Prince, I've dreamt your crown sets on my head,
Like many USA boys, in our prime
Not fantasy, but stuff of dreams, instead,
So we could shape the world and in our time;
So we could lead the dreamers in their quest
For God's Divinity, that sweetness for the soul,
For Goodness, Mercy, Hope, and all the rest
Of qualities that make life's worthy goal.
W've loved your Mother, as we know she's you,
And hands you down, these matters from her past,
To show mankind, that love alone can do,
Not very much without what makes a love to last.
Yes, I have dreamt I'd wear your crown one day,
In stuff of dreams, that God will bring your way.
God Save the Queen
God Save the King
Prince Charles Prince of Wales
Prince William Duke of Caimbridge
Ron Arbuthnot aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Fort Dix, McGuire AFB NJ The Colonies
Categories:
mcguire, england, boy,
Form:
Sonnet
In my yard, chitter-chatter resounds;
grey squirrels ordering me to,
leave the pears on the ground for them.
I glance slowly upwards,
seeing one nearly fall from an electric wire;
intuitively, I know he has a sore paw from
a piece of broken glass.
I watch him half-scurry down the pole to
the branch of an awaiting tree.
McGuire, a dove born on my AC,
zooms by to say “Hello, remember me”?
Wings alight upon the current of a spring breeze.
Oh, how he does love to show off.
I chuckle at his antics
as he races past me and zooms eastward.
A scuffling among parrot tulips
reveals two chipmunks playing chase...
“lookout!” I hear a tiny voice in my head.
A chuckle erupts from my throat as they scurry
up the gutter and back down twice.
I hear, “Caw...caw...caw”, from a crow above;
“Don’t disturb my babies!” She caws
and lands in the aging pin oak.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I tell her
in my head and she calms.
I breathe in the dulcet scent of damask rose,
riding upon a questing breeze.
A baby garter snake zooms by my foot;
I stop thinking, I don’t want to step
on accompanying siblings.
The sweep of another full breeze
tells me my cherry-vanilla lilies are in bloom.
I planted them at the end of the yard
to draw ants away from my door;
they do their job so well.
I settle on a bench beneath a blossoming pear tree;
listen to its song upon the air and eyes closed,
I revel in brother Sun’s warm breath.
Categories:
mcguire, animal, appreciation, bird, earth,
Form:
Free verse
A SOUPER FRIEND
I searched the Soup, but failed to find
Just one friend that I call mine
I'm in a tizzy now, you see
'Cause many of you are friends to me
There's Hinshaw, Cunningham, Silent One
Winged Warrior, Allison, Gauthier, and Dunn
LuLoo, Sandra, Andrea, and Brenda
Rhoda, Maureen, Anne-Lise, Lisa-Marie
SKAT A, Poet Destroyer, the list goes on
Without such friends, I'd be alone
I know not how to devise an exhaustive list
I'd leave some out -- you get my gist
Ibeh, and Lee, Sr., McGuire, Messina
Lamoureux, McGee, and Lady Regina
Arturo, McConnell, and Wigley
All these names make my brain squiggly
Wendy, Panagiota, Kim, and Darlene
Buhagiar, Barden, Gershon, Emile
I could type the names of many others
Who seem to me like sisters and brothers
And if your name is not on the list
As I said before, many will be missed
But never fear, you're still in my heart
And always have been right from the start
For sponsoring such a contest, I still can say
I even have a good friend named Bobby May
So don't get mad if you don't see your name
I still love you just the same
So ends the list in the essence of time
And I will now just close this rhyme
And submit it for Soupers as a To Be Read Only
And call you to mind so I won't be lonely
I'll just relax and thank the Lord above
That I have so many friends to love
And say to the thousands of Poets at Soup
Every one of you are friends in my group
Curtis Moorman - 26 September 2019
Categories:
mcguire, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Stephen is the most successful boccia player,
In the class BC4, he has muscular dystrophy,
He often competes alongside Peter his brother,
To do his best to succeed and secure victory.
He’s been Scottish champion seven times,
Being born in Bellshill in North Lanarkshire,
On the 18th of August in 1984, disco times,
But thru training is now an Hamilton squire.
He’s nine-times British champion, world no. 2,
And with Peter he won gold at the 2009 Euros,
In Lisbon 2010 he took silver, and Norway too,
A silver, and then gold in the 2013 Paris Euros.
Also that year in 2013 he won another gold,
At Guimaraes in Portugal at more Europeans;
2015 saw him collect another silver strolled,
And at the Worlds in 2016 he had gold eons.
He trains hard every day in his home town,
At the new University of West of Scotland;
Jacqueline Lynn and Jim Thomson, renown
In Scotland, train him to control his hand.
Stephen supports Glasgow Celtic football club,
And is proud to be an ambassador for MD UK,
“Boccia is continuing to grow, [it’s a huge hub],
especially internationally. There are now, [ok],
50-odd countries that play. [UK numbers]
have increased as well, and so there is a lot
of competition out there, [also the standards]
have improved, from when I started, a lot.“
Categories:
mcguire, sports, strength,
Form:
Quatrain
A lover’s moon
I wander the desert alone
Figment of my imagination
Butterfly in my pocket
Wishing you were here
Listening and waiting
In this dream called life
A window to the soul
An adventure to remember
Drink from my fountain
Dance me a rainbow tango
Music to my ears
More than a memory
More than a lifetime
Calling all angels
A hundred times a day
Adieu until I see you in heaven
Remembering joy
Gypsy soul, red velvet rose
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 16, 2019 for contest 20 TITLES FROM 20 FRIENDS sponsored by RICHARD LAMOUREUX
A lover’s moon (John Gondolf)
I wander the desert alone (Agnes Krampe)
Figment of my imagination (Kim Rodrigues)
Butterfly in my pocket (Richard Lamoureux)
Wishing you were here (Ann Gilmour)
Listening and waiting (Caren Krutsinger)
This dream called life (Andrea Dietrich)
A window to the soul (Gershon Wolf)
An adventure to remember (Jennifer Proxenos)
Drink from my fountain (Charles Messina)
Dance me a rainbow tango (Panagiota Romios)
Music to my ears (Timothy McGuire)
More than a memory (Sandra Adams)
More than a lifetime (Sand Blown)
Calling all angels (Arturo Michael)
A hundred times a day (Dear Heart)
Adieu until I see you in heaven (Jan Allison)
Remembering joy (Linda Williams)
Gypsy soul (Rhona McFerran)
Red velvet rose (Eve Roper)
Categories:
mcguire, dream, life, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse