Biography of William Chaplar
William Chaplar Poems
A marathoner starts a race but quits after a mile, and people ask why he so poorly fared. It doesn't take a genius or that awfully long a while for all to see that he was not prepared.
Don't Stop The Laughter
Because adolescence is inopportune, too many are trying to grow up too soon. Instead of believing that your life's a flop, try remembering where you were when the laughter stopped.
Civil War Ballad
America, America, sweet land of liberty. But how could you so easily condone captivity? Abolition was the call for half the citizenry. The other half seemed well content with gross iniquity.
Why Does No One Cite Leviticus?
Why does no one cite Leviticus? Didn't it have things to say? People spend the live-long day repeating what John had to say.
If the English language was indeed one without flaws, inlaws—once the divorce was final—would become outlaws. There'd be a whole new way for us to spell words such as sleigh. And none would be confused when they looked at the word croquet.
If There Were No Players
"Don't hate the player, hate the game" is something people say, as if that makes the things they do seem more or less okay. Their circumstances help them to believe they're not to blame. But if there were no players, then there wouldn't be a game.
Elijah told Elisha that he had to go away. The Lord sent him to Bethel, so he told his friend to stay. But Elisha let him know their parting would not come to be. "As the Lord and thy soul liveth, " he said, "I will not leave thee."
I think of things I might have done and sights I might have seen; the many claims I might have staked—the me I might have been. When I review my sordid past in search of whom to blame, I realize the guilty party doesn't have a name.
Bridging The Gap
I looked across the gap into an intolerant world, And fear began to throttle my resolve. Living like the person I was born to be became A problem I seemed unable to solve.
Say What You Mean
Your portly sister asks you if her dress makes her look fat. I'm sorry, but there's just one way for you to answer that. "Yes! " must be your abrupt reply, though it might cause dismay. 'Cause if you don't say what you mean, you can't mean what you say.
Do The Math
This is for all the plus-sized folk who battle with the scale; who time and time again have been on diets that have failed. You confront people who feel obligated to advise on all the negative aspects connected to your size.
This past year on Saint Patrick's Day, I made a huge mistake. I made a stupid comment, and it caused a friend heartache. At a table filled with people, I commented with a wink, "Saint Patrick's Day's a great excuse for friends to have a drink."
Quitters Never Win
One year I had a math teacher who made me want to cry! I never understood those things she did with 'x' and 'y'! She told us if we stayed in school, we'd broaden all our minds. And then she said it's her job to see no child's left behind.
My Sister's Child
The world that we live in will not be so wild in the lifetime of my sister's child. With the planet, our species will be reconciled in the lifetime of my sister's child.
Because We Can
I'm always hearing how our schools are facing dire straits;
this disturbing anomaly of low graduation rates.
What I can't help but wonder, though, as I think this thing through,
is what—if anything—there is that each of us can do.
Can any of us sit each day with some three-year-old child
and take about an hour or so to read to her a while?
Can any adult—man or woman—take paper and pen
and show a child who's pre-school-aged the way to count to ten?
And what about the chances that a ne