Biography of Shannon Chapel
I have always loved to write. I write everything from short stories to poetry, and although I work as a Registered Nurse I still believe I missed my calling. One must eat, you know? Please feel free to comment on my work. Constructive criticism is always welcome (as long as it's said with kindness) .
Shannon Chapel Poems
Thank You, Dear Poets
Thank you to my poet friends Whom I’ve met on this site. Your inspiration never ends Not morning, noon or night.
You barely even know my name We spoke a couple times And no one really knows my shame My fantasies – my crimes.
Midlife Crisis Man
Oh, great! Here he comes again Look out if you can. It’s not a bird, it’s not a plane It’s Midlife Crisis Man.
When I awake in the morning I think of your beautiful, sweet face and it makes me smile. When I’m feeling weary
Boy's Day Out
This morning he was playing ball This man and his two boys. But he’ll never play again With any of their toys.
Ode To Herb
There was a guy named Herb Who had a lot of nerve Critique them all Beyond the pall
Young Girl's Lament
Have you noticed all the girls nowadays Are thin as thin can be? With bones that poke in awkward ways From hip and rib and knee.
He sits on the sidewalk with his hand out. He smiles. His hands are wrinkled and dirty. So are his clothes.
Boy's Day Out
This morning he was playing ball
This man and his two boys.
But he’ll never play again
With any of their toys.
This Afternoon brought ice-cream cones
For him and his two boys.
The last ones shared between the three
The end to all their joys.