Thomas Josiah Chappelle

FATHERS DAY
Tis a day, we honor our fathers
A day that a son and daughter gathers
To commemorate the sacred institution of family
God has inaugurated it from the beginning
A man to be the …

"Oh foolish girl, you have wed a poet,
Whose passion and devotion is as deep as you can know it;
As thick as summer hay when it comes time to mow it;
As big as a drive in movie screen when i…

Ever since Eden’s expulsion, Mercy birthed Grace
Forgiveness brought forth the paternal trace
Dispersed upon Eve’s prodigy and Adam’s race

Really is quite the blight
Can’t seem to reach new heights

Do they fail to realize their judgement hardly passes;
Nary as wise as the stable mules and jack asses,
who in his folly will sink in his own morasses.

You would think “class” would be lent,
With such a honorable degree of knowledge
For all that “academic mileage”.

In the end , they won’t build you a shrine
Nor think you to be so very sublime
It’s quality things we do in life’s time
So don’t be playin’ it like a mime

Cost you a great heap-heap.
Sow it and it will reap-reap

You scrub my back ‘n’ I’ll get yours right bak
We’ll be rub adub clean but clothes we lack
Don’t peek but you’ve already took a look

Make ya rage and turn green,
Like Hulk but twice as lean.
If ya had a magic lasso;
Rope it and send it down to El Paso

In “smarts”, they are oft, beyond the human fellow,
Mighty in character, quite as mellow.
Courage they display, few turn yellow.

Dealing with contradictions would like unto sedition,
Never the less, appears to be our predilection!
May even be our untoward predisposition

you can tell by her eyes, that’s not a woman to scorn….
if you do…she’ll be something bigger than a thorn

SHOW ME NOT YOUR PHYSIQUE
LOVE AND TENDERNESS IS WHAT I SEEK!

Spontaneity – I heard if from the lovers
Congruity – I heard it from the net menders
Continuity – I heard that near the sailmaker’s shop

Blue knite’s errand, his code – sworn;
A new image there is to warn
Some would think it be quite forlorne
He must be nigh quite so low born

Fallible he is -he knows it all too well – misses the mark, I do say:
He places himself humbly upon only God’s scales to weigh…

Refined – he shall be – but in faith take him as he is, I pray;

No one is mean
or makes a terrible scene
Parks, the city does preen
no litter to be seen

Nay, they would but war in bloody tangle
And such beauty, mar; and with crimson flow, strangle

If Christmas was in July…
I would pick the stately magnolia…
rises up to the heavens…
its stately and colossal statue.