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James Chapman Poem
Lately has anyone here felt the spirit of Abraham?
Can you tell me what it feels like?
It feels like freedom and hope, that all should always have.
I just want to change and feel it for myself.
Be the spirit of freedom and the spirit of hope.
Lately has anyone here felt the spirit of Gandhi?
Can you tell me what it feels like?
It feels like dignity and equality, which this world should stand for.
I just want to change and feel it for myself.
Make a change, stand for dignity and equality.
Lately has anyone here felt the spirit of John?
Can you tell me what it feels like?
It feels like honor and courage, which this country has felt before.
I just want to change and feel it for myself.
Have the spirit of honor and courage to change.
Lately has anyone here felt the spirit of Martin?
Can you tell me what it feels like?
It feels like truth and justice that this country has never felt.
I just want to change and feel it for myself.
Feel the spirit of truth and spirit of justice.
Lately has anyone here felt the spirit of Teresa?
Can you tell me what it feels like?
It feels like goodness and kindness that the world seem to long for.
I just want to change and feel it for myself.
Feel the spirit of goodness to spread kindness.
Lately has anyone here felt the spirit of Nelson?
Can you tell me what it feels like?
It feels like peace and progress, which the world has never felt.
I just want to change and feel it for myself.
Have the spirt to seek peace and progress for all.
Has anyone here felt the spirit of the Father?
Can you tell me what it feels like?
It felt like Abraham, it felt like Gandhi, it felt like John who are all gone. It felt like Martin & Teresa too, it felt like Nelson now gone too, I just want to change and feel him for myself.
Copyright © James Chapman | Year Posted 2024
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James Chapman Poem
Beyond Reach. We’re all majestic bubbles, inside a mystery galaxy bubble. Floating through space like NASA's, telescope Hubble. Searching for the answers, held by after life’s ransom. Beyond the bright stars, we peek. Where all souls must reach to keep. What seems so far is close, but out of reach for most. Of those who don’t believe, beyond the reach, they seek.
Copyright © James Chapman | Year Posted 2023
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James Chapman Poem
Early chapters are written without choice.
Scripted by parents from birth.
Chapters may read prosperous or despair.
Innocence encounters ignorance life not fair,
One may learn to script their own chapters.
Open your book what might one see.
A roller coaster life full of diversity.
Open your book what will it read.
Narrative of facts or fictions your reality.
Life is a book full of chapters.
Some filled with bright chapters.
Full of strive, chapter after chapter.
The more strive, the sweeter the life.
Some lives are missing chapters.
Due to misguided writer’s block
Some lives have hidden chapters.
Unfavorable under society locks.
Life a book full of chapters.
Some are filled with dark chapters.
Full of strife, chapter after chapter.
The more the strife, the bitter the life.
Open your book what will one see.
The colors of life, harmony or misery.
Open your book what will it read,
stories describing your identity.
Each life reads like a book,
cause, life a book full of chapters.
Defines ones destiny, before, now and ever after!
Copyright © James Chapman | Year Posted 2022
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James Chapman Poem
Another election year
Hate seems everywhere
A mist of righteousness fills the air
Hate seems everywhere
Everywhere just look around
Hate so easy to be found
Unamazed why so many choose it
It is so easily to be fueled
Amazed how so many find it
So easily to be cruel
Hate seems everywhere
Everywhere, all around.
An unpleasant stench that surrounds
Turn down the discouraging nouns
Hate seems everywhere
Spew through emotions so unclear
Grooms an ignored atmosphere
in abyss of life's despair
Fed by paranoia and told fears
Becomes a common behavior
around election year
Hate seems everywhere
Copyright © James Chapman | Year Posted 2024
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James Chapman Poem
Pattie!
With every breath
I am a straight line from point A to B,
An unwavering flame with dreams to be free.
Like the sun’s ascent, relentless and bold,
Or the sunset's glow, quiet but whole.
Let me be me, let me breathe, let me rise.
Following my dreams beneath shifting skies.
Time’s fleeting touch whispers goodbye,
Yet I seize its moments; let me be alive.
With every breath
Proud of the soil that nurtured my roots,
Living life with grace, praising the truth.
Bright visions of days shaped by clarity,
Knowing how easily life fades to brevity.
Let me be me, like seasons that shift, Adapting,
evolving—a journey, a gift.
I see with my heart, its rhythm,
its light, No regrets from paths trailing my flight.
With every breath
I never squander the gift of today,
Nor turn my back on what’s real,
not a play. This is me, steadfast,
unshaken by change— Dreams endure;
they’re mine to arrange.
But sharing my dreams when you’ll took my hand,
Together, we journey through this vast land.
Seeing with hope, feeling with grace,
Understanding the rhythm of life’s embrace.
With every breath I may take.
Thank you for letting me be me!
Happy Anniversary!
Copyright © James Chapman | Year Posted 2025
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I’m in love with whom? And no one know it is you.
But, neither do you!
Copyright © James Chapman | Year Posted 2024
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James Chapman Poem
The unspoken,
can say so much,
and say so little.
The unspoken,
can be interpreted or misinterpreted
in many ways.
And yet!
In the end!
What was never said,
was never heard!
Is the unspoken,
that was told!
Copyright © James Chapman | Year Posted 2022
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The shadows of the mind remain concealed,
time’s quiet veil upon wounds unhealed.
Treasured moments sleep in cloaked recess,
a history bound in silent darkness.
Two hosts bear witness, their truths untold,
hidden, unseen, by hearts grown cold.
Regrets spilled forth, like fractured glass,
unexplored journeys lost, they pass.
Divided hearts, once worlds apart,
tangled doubts pulling threads of the heart.
Twisted and stretched 'til bonds collapse,
shadows of the past, in the dark they lapse.
Copyright © James Chapman | Year Posted 2025
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You want to know a secret? I see racist people, all the time. Some people by ignorance’s, don’t know that they’re racist, others know their racist, and try an hide it! Every day! I see racist people, they are everywhere. They walk around and don’t realize, that they’re racist, just simply by their own fears, emotions and actions. I see racist people, their attitude show it, but they don’t know it! Do you want to know a secret?
You are a ______?
You have a non-diverse attitude!
Copyright © James Chapman | Year Posted 2023
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lt’s time, I am tired! I don’t want to go!
I’m tired,
I must go,
let me go!
It’s time,
it’s OK!
It’s really not goodbye!
So let me go.
The light is dimming,
I see my shadow,
from glimmering bright sparks,
ahead!
Where I must follow.
Let me go!
It’s time to go now!
I’m OK!
I’m not afraid,
let me go.
Stop!
Listen!
Let me go.
Don’t slow me down,
I’m OK!
Don’t hold me back,
It’s OK!
Let me go!
Grow weaker as I stay,
stronger as I move away.
it's time,
let me go!
It’s OK!
It’s OK!
Copyright © James Chapman | Year Posted 2023
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