A Poet At Heart

Comments on Life and Family with Poetry

Bill McNulty

Cheering for the Home Team

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With the hockey and basketball playoffs in full swing and baseball in
the opening month, you know the football draft is coming soon.  My tribute
to all who cheer for their team and wait for next year.

Cheering for the Home Team

 Why do we cheer for a team that is always going to win next year?
And year after year, we are back with exactly the same cheer.
I must have a very hard head and very thick skin,
Because I always believe our guys are going to win.
No matter the lack of talent on our team.
That losing streak is only a bad dream.
As long as our losing teams treat fans like royalty,
They will have our season after season loyalty.
Where do they find these players that should never start?
We are always looking for the star who plays with real heart.
And, of course, fans never fear,
We know there is always next year.

A Taste of Chocolate

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A Taste of Chocolate

Can I take a taste, just one small bite,
Or will I eat all the chocolate in sight.
It makes no difference if its’ dark or white,
All I want is one little chocolate bite.
I can walk away from that sweet smell,
I’m not really under a chocolate spell.
No chocolate cake or ice cream for me,
I can pass on it all, you well see.
Well, perhaps, just maybe a wee sample will do,
Just to make it all right, I’ll give you a bite, too.
No, wait, I am stronger than all that.
Please take away all that chocolate.
Hi, my name is Bill, and I am a chocoholic.
Make that malt chocolate and very thick.

Who is a Poet?

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Who is a Poet?

So what makes you think that you can make words rhyme?
Do word endings really have to sound alike all the time?
Should there be a message with meaning to share?
Sharing deep feelings can leave your soul bare.
Who would find your verses have some appeal?
Can I tell a story and make it sound real?
My ego says I can do it all and much more.
Or you can decide this poet is a real bore.

Bill McNulty

The Joys of Aging

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         The Joys of Aging

So here I am not feeling well today.
How I am doing, is not for me to say.
Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom without delay.
I’m back, pardon me if my old mind does stray.
And which med am I to take when I wake?
Speak UP, I can’t hear you, for heaven’s sake!
Stop at Walgreen’s to pick up another med.
I think I take that one before I go to bed.
My knees ache, so maybe some ice and Ben Gay.
It’s not so easy, getting older and really gray.
Did I tell you about my lower back strain?
But who am I to sit here and really complain

Another poem to post

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A Tribute to Granddaughters

Surrounded by granddaughters all with a comment to make,
It’s disgraceful how much abuse this grandfather must take.
Each one beautiful and totally gorgeous
Til they say something totally outrageous.
Their eyes shine with a mischievous spark.
When they about to share a sarcastic remark.
No one can deny their beauty and charm.
Could that set off a grandfather’s alarm?
Their love and affection is always on display.
No matter what they say, they make Grandpa’s day.

My first post, Sounds of Life

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This will be my first blog post.  So help me out if I mess something up.

I enjoy creating, reading and sharing my poems.  I have self published some books of poems for donations.   Here is one that I included in “Still a Poet at Heart”.

Sounds of Life

Different sounds often get your attention.
Some noises are  not worth a mention
It will always be a caring mother’s choice
To listen for the soft tones of her child’s voice.
The angry shouts that make you turn your head.
The loud snores that rouse you from your bed.
The whispers of children for a secret they share.
The howling of a storm that is in the air.
A prayer that is chanted with heart felt feeling.
Helps your soul reach a new spiritual ceiling.
Raindrops splattering.
Lightning thundering.
Guitar strumming just the right chord.
Done right and you will never be bored.
Fans cheering for their favorite team.
Water rushing down nature’s stream.
These are the sounds of life that are always on display.
Listen carefully and you may hear them on any given day.

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This book was published in our son Stephen’s memory and for a donation to our temple, I will send you a book.  Interested?  Send me a note.