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Mary Chapman Poem
There I sit in every home,
in the corner of the room.
I collect discarded items
including bottles of old perfume.
Bills and advertisements
magazines and letters too,
especially those that come
with urgency typed in blue.
You never seem to take the time
to appreciate what I do,
with all this information
I could really blackmail you.
So don't you think it would be nice
if you took care of me?
Just clean me up and wash me out
this way I stay germ free.
When you're done
Just line me up,
with a garbage bag
To show you care for me.
Copyright © Mary Chapman | Year Posted 2013
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Mary Chapman Poem
Last night I had a dream
I’d met the king and queen.
I was among the guest,
waiting to be seen.
They sat in separate rooms
and interviewed each guest,
When it was my turn,
I curtsied and begun
I spoke to only Charles
and even danced with him
Diana was there too,
she spoke to but a few.
I wondered if he knew,
If the rumors were all true.
That she was not to be
with him eternally.
Then one day she was gone
She left her loving sons
her dreams to carry on
The work she had begun
Humorous Rhyme - 8/2/2013
Copyright © Mary Chapman | Year Posted 2013
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Mary Chapman Poem
There once was a sailor named Popeye
He got through the navy with one eye
Wherever he sailed
The dames would all hail
They knew Popeye was not a bad guy
Popeye you know had a sweetie
A long legged gal not to meaty
Olive Oyl was her name
Popeye's love was insane
For his love was always entreaty
The trouble you know was called Bluto
A very strong sailor who knew judo
He was after the girl
That made his head twirl
For he felt they made quite a duo
Popeye was not very happy
He spoke to his father name Pappy
Pappy said to him son
Get rid of the bum
You don't want to lose and feel crappy
Popeye was really quite angry
He was really upset and cranky
So he took his old friend
Tied him up in a bend
Walked away a proud and true Yankee
Copyright © Mary Chapman | Year Posted 2013
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Mary Chapman Poem
morning fog
a cruise ship appears
in the horizon
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Mary Chapman Poem
A normal sunny day begins
Black clouds have just rolled in
The sun will hide behind them
Signs of a storm to come
With winds so strong, they begin
Churning the leaves about
communication of all goes out
Signs of a storm to come
We rush for cover to protect
Things we love and care for
We beg and plead in total fear
Signs of a storm are near
It’s almost scary
Day becomes night
Flowers close, birds disappear
Signs of a storm in sight
The rain and wind are here
We sit and wait till silence comes
We open the door and see its destruction
Signs of a storm gone by
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Mary Chapman Poem
To hear your whispers and your cries,
The anguish kept deep inside.
The mind not sure of all its fears,
Makes you think you want to die.
I’ve often wonder how could I?
Bring you back from where you hide.
To take part in your life once more,
Among those that do adore.
The way you are when all is well,
A difference your smile can tell.
A voice we heard when you would sing
with tenderness each note would ring.
Yet something always keeps you there
Where hate and anguish have a place.
In a heart filled with empty disillusion,
Of all your dreams of grand illusions.
Allow yourself to take a step.
To bring you back from emptiness,
To trust and love those close to you,
Give yourself a chance to see.
Your life can truly be
Filled with joy and ecstasy
The time is now for you to see
It all can be achieved
Copyright © Mary Chapman | Year Posted 2013
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Mary Chapman Poem
cutting coupons
from paper left
on the john
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Mary Chapman Poem
rainbow sky
in the distant
impending weather
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Mary Chapman Poem
She sits alone, an
empty shell
in the middle of it
all.
Large as life yet
fragile enough
to hurt her when she
falls.
She bears the pain
of all reject
and heals herself
again.
She loves, she hates
the indifference
and wonders who to
blame.
She does not know or
understand
the reason is not
clear.
Perhaps she is not
at all sure
and it shows up in
her fears.
Anger that takes
hold of her
spirit and her mind
unwilling to release
her from
the hold of death in
time
What is in this
empty shell?
Has a mind of its
own,
Yet on the day of
her release from it
She will find her
way back home.
Copyright © Mary Chapman | Year Posted 2013
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Let’s work this out just you and me
Let’s give it just one more try
Just say you won’t walk out the door
And end it all what we worked for
Chorus
Please don’t go, let’s work it out
I know you care there is no doubt
It’s not possible this could be
Please oh please just look at me
Baby oh baby tell me please
That you care about you and me
Chorus
Please don’t go, let’s work it out
I know you care there is no doubt
Don’t continue without me
I did not want to set you free
But you gave me no other choice
When you heard the other voice
You thought there was another man
If you stayed you would understand
So please don’t go let’s work things out
I know you care there is no doubt
Chorus
Please don’t go, let’s work it out
I know you care there is no doubt
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