Biography of M.J. McGuire
I strive to write formal style poetry that is fresh and contemporary. My poetry stesses form, meter, imagery, humor, and wit. Quite often, I experiment with forms to come up with something new.
M.J. McGuire Poems
Chick In A Limerick
There once was a really weird chick, Who traveled by pogo stick. She tried to disgage, Fell onto a page
In Memory’s Hazy Embers
I remember the green lawn, flecked with clumps of clover, California in the summer,
Preppy From Nineveh
If Jonah had gone to Yale, Instead of the gut of a whale, He'd have a diploma, A better aroma,
Purple feels like a sigh And smells like a baguette. Purple tastes like a pie Served by a string quartette.
In an act of sinister and celestial Judo They’ve recently reduced the size of Pluto. It’s no longer on the planet list -Nor are the moons within its midst.
Better Than Chicken Soup
Of all the creatures on this celestial ball, One is hailed the “greatest pest of all.” He multiplies much faster than the hare
No Dads Just Mummies
Egyptians weren’t too fond of dads, But with moms, they were pretty chummy. -No pops inside the sarcophagus, Just a sweet old fashioned mummy!
The Bear Wrestler
There once was a wrestler named Ray, Who wrestled 3 bears in a day. He put them in headlocks, Drove them to Goldilocks,
Slug On A Limb
If slugs could go to past life therapy, I’d be there in a super-snappy jiffy, To find out why I’m stuck upon this wall,
A Literary Town
Poets have gone before me, Dancing on the head of a pen, Slipping through eyes of needles To a place that rests within.
A Literary Town
Poets have gone before me,
Dancing on the head of a pen,
Slipping through eyes of needles
To a place that rests within.
There, they play some scrabble,
With puns and metaphors,
Hoping that some stanza
Will open up the doors.