Just like a philosopher can never throw away his stone, the poet can never toss his pen out the window
The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.
Ayn Rand
Shoes, shoes, shoes
they come in many hues
Shoes, shoes, shoes
come in reds, greens and blues
Sometimes shoes, shoes, shoes
come in purple, or pink
but my my do some of them stink–
a smell which walks into noses
and inspires them to forget the scent of roses.
© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020
The Poets Peace
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 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
The Poets Peace
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
The Poets Peace
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
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
The Poets Peace
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
The Poets Peace
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
Strong lives are motivated by dynamic purposes.
Kenneth Hildebrand
Thoughts of you were tossing and turning in my head
like a person lying in bed
making themselves comfortable in my mind.
I tried, but failed to put them to sleep
for they were too deep in a state of restlessness
thinking about the nightmare of losing you.
The best I could do was blanket them
with the knowledge that all this was but a bad dream.
That one day I will wake up
and you’ll be right here, next to me
where you are supposed to be.
© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020
The Poets Peace
Life is not about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
Lolly Daskal
My moods are just like the clouds
always moving
forever changing.
Sometimes–because my moods are just like the clouds–
they are dark with melancholy
hanging low over me
so that my eyes have no choice
but to start raining to release their tears.
At times like these
they cast a negative shadow
upon the beliefs that ground me.
But because my moods are just like the clouds
always moving
and forever changing
they don’t stay this way for long.
Sometimes they are way up high in the sky
having left melancholy down below
so they leave room for the sun’s light to seep through
and to creep through the cracks of negativity
to warm my hopes of a better tomorrow.
But because my moods are just like the clouds
I can be sure they will move to prove
the fact that they are forever changing.
And so, sometimes I feel empty–
for glee within I cannot see
even though of melancholy I am free–
Because my moods are just like the clouds
which at times are no where in sight.
© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020
The Poets Peace
