Long Mcguire Poems
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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
version published in photo/poetry book ~UNCONDITIONAL LOVE LETTER TO MY CHILDREN~ 2020 / photos by TIMOTHY McGUIRE
AP: 1st place 2025, 3rd place 2021
PS featured in 2025
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
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)
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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
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.
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
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
From “Eve of Destruction” by Barry McGuire
Can We Avoid It?
The genie is out of the bottle.
It cannot be put back.
The Doomsday Clock is closer to midnight.
Iran is closer to the bomb.
“Death to America and Israel”
Israel can retaliate in kind.
India and Pakistan
Can annihilate each other
With mushroom clouds of death.
The incompetent Russian military
Continues to stumble and fall
Putin now rattles his nuclear sword.
Once the button is pushed
There is no running away
No one will be left to save
Let us fervently pray we can avoid it!
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 to smile
And trust in miracles for that one minute
Live in the joy of the moment
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
Collaboration with Timothy McGuire
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction
Eve of Destruction sung by Barry McGuire
World War III
Could we on the verge?
Is this another cold war?
Will it end badly?
All it takes is a wrong word,
itchy finger, Russian coup,
a single accident and the world
will end in fire followed
by a long cold nuclear winter.
There will be no one left
to write poetry
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.
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.“