Biff McGuire

Rookie - 0 Points (Dec.18 1956 / Salt lake City, Utah U.S.A)

Biff McGuire Poems

1. Consequences 6/12/2011
2. Turn Back A Page 6/12/2011
3. Limbo 6/12/2011
4. Live 6/13/2011
5. Stuttering Thoughts 6/13/2011
6. If Only 6/13/2011
7. My Books Have Been Disturbed 6/15/2011
8. Memory's Command 6/15/2011
9. Love's Chemistry 6/16/2011
10. Submitted/Read Me 6/16/2011
11. The Rogue Rising 6/19/2011
12. Todays Rain 6/19/2011
13. Friend Forever 6/19/2011
14. Loves Contract 6/20/2011
15. The Reason I Like Weeds 6/21/2011
16. Gone Again 6/21/2011
17. I'M As You Were 6/21/2011
18. My Resting Place 6/22/2011
19. Words Of Balance 6/22/2011
20. Finny Friends 6/22/2011
21. Glad That's Not Me 6/27/2011
22. For My Sister Laurie 6/27/2011
23. Abuse Can Go Both Ways 6/27/2011
24. Eternal Valentines 6/27/2011
25. Catchin' Bass At Holmes Creek 6/28/2011
26. Erase The Foolish Words 6/28/2011
27. Loves Secret Code 6/22/2011
28. My World Grows Smaller 6/24/2011
29. A Bees Protest 6/29/2011
30. From Seed To Weed 7/6/2011
31. A Sample Of My State 7/6/2011
32. What Are Words? 7/6/2011
33. Something's In The Air 7/7/2011
34. Another Side Of My Parents 7/13/2011
35. Love Takes Two 7/13/2011
36. Loves Conundrum 7/13/2011
37. Home 7/14/2011
38. Full Circle 7/17/2011
39. Complete A Dream 7/18/2011
40. Capture The Dream Of Love 7/18/2011

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Best Poem of Biff McGuire

Do You Know The Power That You Have?

Just a glance from the corner, the wink of an eye
an innocent brush as you try to squeeze by,
The smell of your hair and the sound of your sigh,

Do you know the power that you have?

A naive young man, in a nasty street fight
defending her honor, not wrong and not right
a possible death in the yellow street light.

Do you know the power that you have?

A child growing up is her fathers' true pride
always honest and loving, with nothing to hide.
Responsible still, for his feelings inside.

Do you know the power that you have? ...

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Life's Little Pains

It's all the tiny stabbing pokes,
I never seem to feel,
that in the end, come creeping back
refusing still to heal.
Through all the years the tiny pains,
were those that hurt the most.
They haunt me like some parasite,
my mind is but a host.
Selective memory is my friend,

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