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

Christopher Columbus


You poetry lovers out there that have supported my blog straight from its infancy till now when it’s a toddler, still crawling on its knees and legs.

Allow me

To thank you for all the support you have shown me throughout this journey of self-discovery through poetry.

It’s only been half a year

And yet i feel as though i have known many of you my entire life.

I can’t even begin to put into words substantial enough to convey, the exact level of the feeling of gratitude in my heart towards you for the positive attitude you’ve directed towards me.

I started this blog

When i was flying high in the sky like a bird.

But a few months after it’s inception, i fell from the sky like Icarus and my wings of optimism would surely have been melted if not for you.

I certainly don’t have a clue what might have transpired if you had never come into my life.

Most likely i would not be alive today, and so i say thanks to you if you’ve ever liked my posts, followed my blog or commented on my poetry.

I never would have made it here if i did not endeavor to post poetry on my blog; that seeks to inspire you not to tire when hard times batter your hopes for a better tomorrow, into a sire who’s ire has been raised.

I haven’t completely gotten back to my previous high heights but i’m no longer drowning in the deep depths of misery all thanks to the support you have shown me.

Because of this, i know many of you would be mighty pleased to help me get back to soaring up high in the skies. Which is why from now on, posts on my blog will contain a donation link to my pay-pal account.

Please, feel free to donate any amount that tickles your fancy, as i’m a beggar and i can never choose you loose all your cheese just to please me.

Also i have learn’t never to look a gift horse in the mouth so be secure in the knowledge that whatever amount you chose to give, i would be deeply grateful for.

Thanks in advance.

As mentioned, here is the donation link below

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For Profit

The real opportunity for success lies within the person and not in the job.

Zig Ziglar

You gave me your love
Free of charge like a prophet
That’s benevolent.

And i
Sold it for a few bucks
Just to make a profit.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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They Sold Us

Always aim at purifying your thoughts and everything will be well.

Mahatma Gandhi

They sold us beauty in a bottle.

They said it would throttle our ugly
So that we all can look like a model
Striding slowly, up-down the runway.

They sold us beauty in a bottle.

They said that if girls grow long the hair
On their heads and on their eye lashes,
It would make all the boys start to stare-
And their desire to rise from the ashes.

They sold us beauty in a bottle.

And said the oil – in it would spoil
The tough toils of scars ploughing our face,
To sow seeds of ugly in the fertile soil
That so seek to make us a disgrace.

They sold us beauty in a bottle.

And said it would throttle our ugly.
Yet i’m not sure if it worked on me
For although i look like a model
I still don’t feel attractive at all.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Still Dissing by Lazarus Shatipamba

Hey guys, sharing this poem i posted on the Go Dog Go Cafe a few weeks back.

Go Dog Go Café

No one can give you better advice then yourself.


Nothing in this world puts a smile on my dark face,
For many things have happened that have made me mad.
Like how people still do discriminate against race.

In fact there’s those that don’t even want to embrace
People of opposite color unless they were dead
For these people still discriminate against my race.

Most times, you will find me alone in my own space
Crying my hurt heart out for i’m feeling quite sad
For nothing ever puts, a big smile on my face.

I remember the day when i had to fast pace
Out of the street to go hide beneath my big bed
For there’s those that discriminate against my race.

Then there’s those that came to my space with a mace
With the intent of bashing to a pulp my head,
For no one wants…

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No Silence From Violence

We’re all people man! Why you gotta hate?

People of my brethren
Fighting among themselves
In the country that borders
The one i was born in.

Black on black violence
I’ve been stunned into silence.

So watch on in ambivalence
As the ambulance driven by a white man
Sings it’s sad siren song.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

This poem was inspired by the recent xenophobic attacks that have transpired in South Africa as well as in Zimbabwe.

I am lost for words so i don’t have much to say, hence i just preferred to pen this poem and publish it with a wish that all forms of violence will diminish.

Tears That Try To Be Tough

The real secret of patience is to find something to do in the meantime.

We humans

Have been blessed by the Gods up high in the sky with a home as fertile and tranquil as our beautiful blue earth.

For many many many a millennia, our ancestors have never lived in fear that this world of ours will one day shed a tear because she fears she might not make it into the near future.

Yet how dear things appear to be now, the state of our current circumstance is as dire as a fighter losing his stance in an all important championship bout with an opponent ready to break his hip.

The rains have now developed an attitude so shy that they now try to stray as far away from us as possible, in aim to drown us in drought.

The once courageous clouds now cry whenever they have to fight smoke particles in the sky in contention for the right to rule the skies.

The sun is hotter than she is supposed to be, because she is so pissed at us for f**king up her husband – the earth.

Our oceans are rising up against this injustice of dumping waste into their depths, which makes me pray that i’m not here when things do get violent.

Whilst sitting behind my stool in the library trying not to appear a fool, i have sometimes wondered what it is has led to the overall drastic decline in the beauty and habitability of our home.

When was it that we decided to stop caring for our natural environment?

In the industrial revolution that so brought about our evolution on a technological scale, yet so endorsed the pollution of the air that we breathe, the water we drink and the soil we deeply sleep in when we rest at our time of death?

I can’t help but think how paradoxically detrimental it is that we kill our own environment in our efforts of living longer lives.

Even me,

I am not a bystander in this for many a time have i smoked a joint by the lake, just to take my thoughts of the conundrum we find ourselves in.

Will we manage to reduce and reverse the adverse effects of all our commercial activities or will i – just like the Earth right now – shed a tear because i will not be here if our beautiful blue earth is not here?

In Pursuit

Hey guys, please check out this touching piece by our fellow blogger Salman Wani who hails from the Mighty struggling land of Kashmir.

Kash Voice

I was in pursuit of one night
to sleep in the fathomless silence
in me and around me
Absorbing all the pain and agony
of every living person in my Valley
and taking all their despair with me in my dreams
where I could bury it for a moment
I wondered how that would feel like
to bury the pain of a mother
living in the memories of his lost son
to bury the pain of a father
living in a hope that justice will be served
to bury the pain of a friend
whose friend fell to bullets just next to him
to bury the pain of millions of hearts
who lost their loved ones
I wondered how much I had to dig deep
to bury the infinite stories of despair

I fell down to my knees out of my helplessness
and became uncouncious and when I woke up

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