Creepy Crawly

Alone we can do so little, together we can do so much.

Helen Keller

Creepy Crawly climbing quickly
up the tall wall. Creepy Crawly
is climbing quickly up the wall.
Will he fall? Only God can tell
why Creepy Crawly is climbing
quickly up the wall
even though he may fall
to his hell.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Well hello there friend! I’m glad you joined me today.

It’s Monday once again, and thankfully it is not a blue one for me. I really hope it’s the same for you too, that it’s not clouded by any negativity. That instead the weather in your mind is sunshine and clear blue skies.

Today’s poem is a fabrication of reality. There wasn’t no creepy crawly climbing quickly up the wall that inspired me to write it. Well, at least not in the physical environment since it was all just in my head. The poem was inspired by my desire to play with alliteration. I wrote it a few weeks ago in my poetry journal, and since then it has been begging for me to share it on my blog.

And so, because I don’t have the mouth to say ‘No’ to poems begging me to be shared, I hope you enjoyed it and that it somehow lifted your mood from bad to good–even just for a second.

If so, then do not be shy to let me know in the comment section below–I’m always delighted to hear from you.

The Ugliest Of Them All

The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money.

Thomas Jefferson

I am
the ugliest
of them all
my hair is nappy
my attitude crappy
and my mood unhappy
For I am the ugliest
of them all.
Yet I judge them all
based on what my eyes see
if their skin is too shabby
or if too much weight they carry
then indeed I do become wary
of having a relationship with them
even though I am
the ugliest of them all.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Music to my ears | a Haiku

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Music to my ears
brings bittersweet memories.
Eyes start singing tears.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Anger | a Metaphor

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Eleanor Roosevelt

Anger
a hot coal in your hand
which you plan to toss
onto someone else.
Yet getting burned
you are also in danger.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Life is a dream

It all starts and ends in the mind. The most crucial skill is how you think.

Zat Rana

Did you know
That life is a dream?
Disguised as a nightmare?

And that it’s sure to scare you
Into being blue, because you have no clue
That life is a dream disguised as a nightmare.

But now that you know
Life is a dream
Will you continue being scared?
Of an illusory nightmare?

Or will you dare to dream
A dream that will scare your nightmares
Away?

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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The Doors Of Opportunity

One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.

Mother Teresa

The doors of opportunity will continue to open
and close

So be ready to walk through them
when the doors of opportunity open

And don’t be sad or mad
when the doors shut you out
of the opportunity of a lifetime

For as soon as one door closes
another is sure to open.

Just be glad
the doors of opportunity will continue to open

And steady yourself so you’ll be ready to go
when the doors of opportunity open
to let you through.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Mental Stimulation | a Metaphor

People rarely succeed unless they have fun in what they are doing.

Dale Carnegie

Mental stimulation
is the solution
the answer
to our brains problem
of mental deterioration
for it nourishes the mind
with the food it needs
to grow, to change and evolve.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Under the Greenwood Tree

Good morning guys (evening to those hailing from the northern hemisphere).

It’s a beautiful Friday morning here in Namibia, the sun is shining, the clouds are not crying, the birds are singing and the trees are dancing.

I’m breathing and lucky enough to have come across this beautifully well-crafted poem by Upashna.

I didn’t want to keep it all to myself, and so I’m sharing it with you. Hoping you enjoy it too.

I sit under the Greenwood Tree The Barn Owl plays the symphony. The thought of you possess my mind It aches in places, undefined. The sands of time slip quick they say Each grain for me is yesterday. Rummaging through the days bygone I hold on to the fondest one. I sit thus till the […]

Under the Greenwood Tree

Do you know how to tell someone is lying?

Sweat more in training so you’ll bleed less during the war.

The Spartan sages

Like a Lie detector do you know how to tell when someone is lying to you?

If yes, then most likely you are a very good psychologist or a highly skilled detective.

If no, then you are like me. Unless you are a close friend and I’m well attuned to your behavior – and even then -I fear I’ll be hard-pressed to detect the symptoms of a liar.

Perhaps I’m naive this way? But I like to believe people tell the truth. Atleast most of the time, anyways.

I’m no stranger to many a white lie, and so I won’t sigh in dissatisfaction if someone did the same.

The type of lies I’m talking about here, are the ones dyed in dangerous black and not harmless white. Lies that could mean the difference between life and death,or success and failure.

Psychologists and detectives say you’re more likely to detect these lies if you are on the look out for symptoms like sweating and fidgeting. You have to keep in mind, however, these are also the symptoms of being anxious.

Being anxious–although sometimes  a state exhibited by liars–is not only associated with lying. In fact, sometimes when I’m in the presence of beautiful intelligent women I find myself sweating and fidgeting like a liar indistress.

It’s also interesting to keep in mind that good liars do not exhibit these symptoms. Why? Because they are well practiced and are completely comfortable creating false realities. I read an insightfully fascinating article the other day and it claimed that criminals get better at lying the more they are interrogated. This is not hard to believe. It’s the law of Practice makes perfect in motion.

So what does all this mean for us? Does it mean we are simply at the mercy of black liars who are sure to leave our lives a mess? Are we all to become psychologists and detectives just so we can escape that ugly fate?

Not necessarily, because fortunately most people tell the truth and when they do tell a lie it’s in white.

Ofcoure philosophers and religious teachers will argue that lying is never good. That one should always tell the truth.

But like the ancient adage goes ‘The truth hurts.’ and most of us would rather not hurt anyone if we could.

Bite us if you must, but trust we have your well-being in mind.

This Life

If you have not found a mission you’re willing to die for, then you’re not fit to live.

Robin Sharma

Life always goes on
But this life does not last forever

If you wait till tomorrow
You may feel sorrow

For you’re never sure
If it will show its face

This life will not last forever
Yesterday is past
And tomorrow may bring sorrow
So today is the only chance you get
To grow into a being who has seen forever’s face.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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