Poetic Word And Funny Things I Think

I have been a writer for many years though I have often gone through lengthy writer's block and sometimes didn't even believe I was a writer. I have now found a way to keep writing by keeping it short instead of trying to attempt lengthy books. I also consider myself quite the warrior surviving both a painful divorce and cancer; and still living and pressing on with lupus. I am an incurable hopeless romantic in love with love, happy endings, tragedies, books, music, and gazing at stars.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Rockstar

This morning I was dreaming I was this badass guitarist in an awesome rock band rockin' black leather pants on stage down on my knees with my back arched to the ground playing a solo that would have made Hendrix proud. Then I woke up stifff, no talent, no hot band, no guitar, not even leather pants.

Olivia McGuire

Friday, August 29, 2014

What If?

What if never happened

so move on,

and accept What Is.

Olivia McGuire

The Earth Loves

The earth loves both

the sun and moon

She loves the sun

because it gives life

and she loves the moon

because it is magic

Olivia McGuire

Better Prince

It's true I didn't get the happy ending,

but who says my story is over?

Somewhere out there must be

a better prince.

Olivia McGuire

Without The Moon

She was like the night sky

without the moon,

she was contended with the

stars that kept her company,

--yet something--

was missing

Olivia McGuire

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Krispy Kreme

Eating a Krispy Kreme doughnut

is like eating a sweet cloud

of heavenly goodness.

Olivia McGuire

Monday, August 25, 2014

The Sound

I love the crackling sound of old vinyl records,

the sound of children playing in the park

the sound birds make when spring arrives

and of wind against my window in winter time

I love the sound of the ocean as it sweeps to the shore

I love the sound of laughter

when I tell a good joke

But most of all I love the sound of your

voice when you tell me you love me,

and I know that you mean it

Olivia McGuire

Desert Highway

An endless desert highway

colossal colors in the sky

alone with you, speechless

Olivia McGuire

Thursday, August 21, 2014

On Spelling

I am a tearable spellar.

Olivia McGuire

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Bedbugs

Goodnight sleep tight,

if the bedbugs bite

then stop sleeping

in sleazy motels.

Olivia McGuire

Heart in Books

My heart is safer in books

than it is in your hands

So I read

Olivia McGuire

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Primal

70 mph through the desert in his mustang

her soft lips caressing his ears, his neck, his chest

energies colliding he exhilarates at 100 mph

hard sounds of Nirvana thrusting

through the speakers

no sound could be better

except the sound of her breath

both raw, both primal

Olivia McGuire

Monday, August 18, 2014

Resolved

I am resolved in never seeing

you again

You'll remain

beautiful this way

Olivia McGuire

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Cute Male Nurse

Once when I was hospitalized,

I had the cutest male nurse.

He made me wish I was

twenty-two again and gay.

Olivia McGuire

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

I Want to Be

I want to be the song you sing

the instrument you play

the poem that speaks to you

the colors in your paintings

the taste on your lips

the sweet in your dreams

the stars in your skies

the breeze on your skin

the beat in your heart

the blood in your veins

I want to be the story
you read again and again

I want to be...

Olivia McGuire

Lonely House

I can see your house is lonely

my dearest Annie

there with your husband

who dwells as if he were a ghost

Wishing you lived nearby

so I can keep you company

and you can also keep me company,

for my house is lonely too

Olivia McGuire

Monday, August 11, 2014

I Am a Girl

I am a girl who is captivated by full moons,

who still dances though one knee is broken,

who laughs at herself and at life.

I am a girl who soaks up music and a good book,

a girl who calls on God in times of trouble,

and praises him in good times and bad.

I am a girl who loves friends and family,

a girl who enjoys the caress of cool winds,

a girl who loves ice tea and candy.

I am a girl who's a hell of a fighter,

a warrior you might say,

but I'm also a girl who cries and whose

heart can hurt deeply.

I am a girl that still believes in true love with

happy endings though my relationships sadly ended.

I am a girl who is starry eyed, yet afraid.

I am a girl...

Olivia McGuire

Walls

When it comes to love my walls are high.

Are you willing to climb?

Olivia McGuire

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Slurpee In His Hand

I picked up my ten-year-old nephew a few days ago. We didn't have a destination, not the park, or the ice cream shop, or even the bookstore. But I knew he was bored on this hot summer day with time on his hands while my niece and her mom shopped, and as my brother slept after working the graveyard shift. We stopped by 7-11 and I purchased my nephew a Slurpee and we were off. I played The Almost Famous soundtrack in my car since I abhor the radio, at least radio around here. So I'm always playing a CD usually rock genre. I like everything from The Rolling Stones to Radiohead to The Beach Boys to Nirvana. My nephew was so cute sitting beside me with his black bangs, healthy full cheeks, and big dark eyes.

In his sweet boyish voice he said to me "Auntie, if you weren't around, my sister and I would only know the Beatles" since that is the only cool rock band my brother has ever introduced them to. "But because you're around", he continued, "we know all the cool bands!" It felt good that he acknowledged this. It was true that I introduced my niece and nephew to a lot of things like good music, books, TV shows, movies, and yes, even Slurpees. I am, after all, the most American-minded adult in the family.

The song "The Wind" by Cat Stevens, then played which is a lovely little tune and I couldn't help but feel sentimental with him in the passenger seat, a little ten-year-old boy with a Slurpee in his hand. I realized this was the only summer he would be ten and that his childhood would soon be over; and that there was nothing I could do to slow down time. So even though we weren't doing anything special but taking a drive, I knew that this moment in time with him would become a fond and dear memory to come. And I could only hope that he'd always see me as the coolest auntie.

Olivia McGuire