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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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

© 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

The Poets Peace

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

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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Like a dying horse

Consistency is the mother of mastery.

Robin Sharma

Hi. Nice of you to join me today. I’m glad you are still with us on the good side of life.

I penned today’s poem a few days ago, in commemoration of the cold day which sent me freezing, seeking the warmth of my blankets just so I could stop shivering. As always, I hope you enjoy reading it, and that you have an awesome day.

Like a dying horse
This winter is in its last death throws.

It knows its time is about to come to an end
And so, like the last dying kick of a horse
It blows the cold wind extra hard
And makes the nights especially bitter
For it knows its time is about to end
Because anytime soon spring will begin to bloom
To spell its eventual doom.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace