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William Chapman Poem
What is it that makes us what we are?
Is it the air, the wind or a pear.
We are only a part of life that we are produced in.
The production of life is in God's hand.
We take what God has given us and mold it into something great or something sad.
The time given to us is not a time to be sad but a time to be glad that we exist.
So what are we now you ask?
We are each our own person with a place in society with our own task.
We are what we eat so we are told.
Think about that for a minute and remember what you ate.
Remember our mind eats everything around us even when it is not food.
What are we now is it only a dream.
Copyright © William Chapman | Year Posted 2023
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William Chapman Poem
My boys are full of energy which comes from the essence of life.
New and Vibrant like a plant sprouting out into the light.
What they do will always amaze me.
For they do not know what lays ahead for thee.
Their eyes glowing for new adventures.
Their minds thinking of great adventures.
For the adventures they have early in life.
I hope will help them to strive throughout their lives without the strife.
My boys so thoughtful and kind.
I hope I do not lose my mind.
Copyright © William Chapman | Year Posted 2023
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William Chapman Poem
The time has come to face the facts.
Let's stop getting ourselves off track.
Doctors push the drug that helps them the most.
While it makes us feel like a ghost.
We know that we sometimes feel a little off.
Let's hope we do not get knocked off.
Some of the drugs that they do give us.
They only seem to hide us.
Mind altering is what the doctors will not say.
Because they do not want to scare us away.
Drugs of the mind alerting kind have no hope.
It might as well be legal dope.
Copyright © William Chapman | Year Posted 2023
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William Chapman Poem
What is wrong with everyone?
Are we so caught up with ourselves we do not notice everyone else?
Have we all gone out for some air?
Only to see that no one is there.
Why am I the only one that sees?
There is more to the world than just me?
We only have one life to live you see.
So why do we act like we have two or three?
For you see the life we live is not what we want to see.
We only want to live in a fantasy.
Copyright © William Chapman | Year Posted 2023
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William Chapman Poem
She is brown sweet and kind.
She is the apple of his eye.
When she sees him it is like they have known each other for life
If she were human she would be his wife.
Here she goes again waiting for his return.
The light she has for him is a bond for life.
Why God made dogs I cannot fathom.
Though dog and man together is like freedom.
They both relieve each others stress.
I am glad to see brown at her best.
Oh she is brown, sweet and kind.
He says her love is one that is blind.
Copyright © William Chapman | Year Posted 2024
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William Chapman Poem
The day has come to see.
A life worth living is with me.
You fought your way through this life searching the sea.
Yet you were just looking for me.
I could feel your existence here and there.
The excitement you could almost see in the air.
Oh that light you shine on the world.
Is what I was looking for.
There is no one else in the world for me.
For your light that shines is what I see.
The light I see is pure as a puppy.
Life exudes from you as sweet as taffy.
We finally meet and your light surrounds me.
Life's light is sweet especially when you are there with me.
Copyright © William Chapman | Year Posted 2024
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William Chapman Poem
I saw you sitting in the park. I was pulled in by your blue green eyes & they tore me apart. When I spoke to you. your voice was like an angel playing a harp. it melted my heart and I had to try to win your heart.
Copyright © William Chapman | Year Posted 2025
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I am in a place of such tranquility & peace.
The birds have come to sit at this place.
So many things in this life come to a point where we need this quiet peace.
Even in the end of this life we seek a piece of mind.
Yet there is this feeling that life is ever bursting to come out at the same time.
Who are you the soul ask?
Where is that fight you have?
You life energy is bursting out.
Why not shout it out.
Copyright © William Chapman | Year Posted 2025
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William Chapman Poem
The walls are closing in & the air is getting thinner. Where can I go to escape the walls of life and breath air that is not so thin? What is it that is holding me back? I can go anywhere I want. Getting to the abundance of air is what I seek. Oh what is it holding me down? Is it me or is it the life I live. You see we are the ones that sit on our on chest. So why do we try and protest?
Copyright © William Chapman | Year Posted 2025
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