The Shining Star

If past history was all there was to the game, the richest people would be librarians.

Warren Buffet

Oh! What can ail thee, shining star in the sky?’
That have watched over me from a place afar;
With your wandering eye, there were the birds fly,
Way up high in the sky to hide from the war.

For many years have I been bright in the night.
Whilst watching over the warm earth with my eye,
I have seen many a thing has dimmed my light.
Such as when you humans make each other cry.

For many years have I watched you from afar.
And even from here I hear sounds as men die,
Rippling through the still air into my ear.
Making me cry as tears with my eye I spy.

And just as men get wounds fighting in the war.
And get nasty scars that cling to them for life.
So has this shining star been wounded with scar,
By what he saw that cut him like a sharp knife.

And so, this pain I gained in my side;
Is what ails a shining star in the sky,
At night when his light is not so bright.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.

Christopher Columbus
I am the wind that blows.
The river that flows.
And the mind that knows
How all this really grows.
Born from nothing
I permeate everything.
From the essense of your ring
To that of bees that sting.
Never made,
Hence i will never fade.
Though made into a blade
I will certainly degrade.
Out of time i stand
So my dreams never end.
Even when buried beneath sand
I am able to transcend.
I am the hand
That shapes the land.
The lad that does not understand
The concept of being grand.
My breath, stirs the trees
That sway with graceful ease.
Though i may be on my knees
I know i shall never cease.
I am the wind that blows.
The river that flows.
And the mind that knows
How all this really goes.

Lazarus Shatipamba

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Night Wish

Hey guys, hope ya’ll are as fantastic as the Friday.

Today i would like to share this beautiful piece with you guys as i really enjoyed reading it and figured you would too. And if you do, why not leave a follow for the wonderful writer that wrote it?

LiTTlE SaiLoR

#night wish

Running for her life
The dark rain from her eyes still falls
Breathtaking butterfly
Chose a dark day to live

Save one breath for me

A Loner longing for
The cadence of her last breath

Why do I miss someone
I never met, with bated breath I lay
Seawinds brought her to me
A butterfly, mere one-day miracle of life
And all the poetry in the world
Finally makes sense to me

Save one death for me

A Loner longing for
The cadence of her last breath

Put to rest all that`s not life
Drink for beauty and fill my blank page

Sometimes a dream turns into a dream

A Loner longing for
The cadence of her last breath

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Sleep by Lazarus Shatipamba

Go Dog Go Café

Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds.

Ralph Emerson

Sleep my little one.

Sleep.

And dream a dream so deep
You might not wake
When your alarm goes beep.

Sleep.

My little one, sleep.

Seal your eyes and take a leap
Into the dark shadow of death.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2019

Hi everyone, Lazarus Shatipamba here. One of the new baristas at the Go Dog Go Cafe’.

I’m so thrilled to be sharing my first post with all of you here in the community and i’m really looking forward to sharing many future works with you guys.

For those that don’t know me here’s a little bit about myself:

Lazarus Shatipamba is just an ordinary young adult(21 years old) with an extraordinary pen in his hand. When he was younger, he could never stand watching his fellow people suffer at the mighty hand of his fellow people…

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Chasing by Lazarus Shatipamba

Go Dog Go Café

Joy breaks through all barriers.

Tzvi Freeman

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Chasing happiness

Will not get you anywhere

Except far from joy.

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Hi everyone, Lazarus Shatipamba here. One of the new baristas at the Go Dog Go Cafe’.

I’m so thrilled to be sharing this post with all you guys here in the community and i’m really looking forward to sharing many future works with you guys.

For those that don’t know me here’s a little bit about myself:

Lazarus Shatipamba is just an ordinary young adult(21 years old) with an extraordinary pen in his hand. When he was younger, he could never stand watching his fellow people suffer at the mighty hand of his fellow people. So he decided he’d be a Poet/Writer when his chest grows hair and his beard begins to look fair, so that he could spare verses for the masses that are treated unfair.

If you liked…

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The Poet Never Sleeps by Lazarus Shatipamba

Hi guys, check out this poem i posted a few months ago on the Go Dog Go Cafe’ about insomniac poets and their pens.

Go Dog Go Café

Choice determines direction, Direction determines destiny.

Doug Firebaugh


The smiling sun in the morn is shining in the east
Up high, the skies are blue and cloudless
Up low, the birds in the trees are singing
A tune to which the trees in the blowing breeze are dancing.

The city, to sleep has said yes
Yet the poet is wide awake, his pen never at rest.

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The Garden

The Stories In Between

Dangling on the wrong side of yesterday
Searching for what I never had, within what’s left
Waiting for meaning in sun-bleached tomorrows
That never come
I wait, fading into times of solitude, obscurity
Trembling hands penetrate the earth
Digging a place for these hollow seeds
Sowing the indifference of days past
And those yet to come
But sometimes a breeze will blow
Hard enough to remind me
There’s something more beyond this
Empty plot where nothing new grows
Walled in, to protect the fragile, fertile soil
Buried memories, one-by-one, the regret
Never deep enough to contain their regrowth
But that’s okay, I suppose, there’s a reason for it all
In time I may understand, the way things grow
Within, beyond our control
As I wait for springtime and the possibility of new life
From the old, as the words drip from my mouth
To nourish these sentiments
That may one…

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