William Chaplar

Rookie [C.W. Elliot] (August 18,1961 / Trenton, New Jersey)

William Chaplar Poems

1. Be One Of Those That Do 2/14/2013
2. Dad Was A Real Man Too 2/14/2013
3. Hail The Chiefs 2/15/2013
4. Don'T Curse The Darkness 2/15/2013
5. Don'T Play Not To Lose 2/15/2013
6. Elisha Saw! 2/18/2013
7. In Search Of Alexander Pope 2/18/2013
8. Intolerance Won'T Rule 2/18/2013
9. It's Idiomatic 2/18/2013
10. Listen To Mom And Pop 2/18/2013
11. The Best Seller Of Them All 2/20/2013
12. This Thing We Call The Net 2/20/2013
13. What Did You Do? 2/20/2013
14. Pomp And Circumstance 2/20/2013
15. Discouraging Words 2/21/2013
16. If You Did Your Best... 2/21/2013
17. School Daze 2/23/2013
18. The Very Least Among Them 2/23/2013
19. You Won'T End Up Alone 2/23/2013
20. Where Were You? 2/26/2013
21. Thou Shalt Not Procrastinate 2/26/2013
22. The Lost Child 2/26/2013
23. Bridging The Gap 2/26/2013
24. Be Your Next Success 2/27/2013
25. Dancer 2/27/2013
26. Biblimericks 2/28/2013
27. Do It Then 2/28/2013
28. Honor The Games 2/28/2013
29. I'M Here 2/28/2013
30. January 20,2009 2/28/2013
31. My Brother's Mother 2/28/2013
32. A Dog Lover's Tale 2/28/2013
33. A Woman's Place 2/28/2013
34. Reason For Leaving 2/28/2013
35. Real Men Say I Love You 2/21/2013
36. The Place To Be 2/20/2013
37. Start From The Inside 2/20/2013
38. My Friend's Name Is Nora 2/19/2013
39. Do The Math 2/15/2013
40. Quitters Never Win 2/13/2013
Best Poem of William Chaplar

Flawless English

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.
Inflammable and flammable would sure not mean the same.
And words like claim would doubtless look a little more like fame.
Weight and height assuredly would not have different sounds.
And wounds would almost surely not be spelled the same as rounds.
There's no way that epitome would end the same as gnome.
And likely, neither one ...

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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.
So all the time in algebra, my math teacher would say,
'The only way you're gonna learn is study every day.
And now's the time for all of you, your future to commit.
'Cause quitters never win nor do winners ever quit.'

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