Into The New Year

A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.

John Burroughs

I made it!
Into this resolution
I’ve seen my evolution
From problem to solution
Will i keep my resolution?
That is the question
Only time will answer.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Good day guys! Glad you could join me. I’m a bit pressed for time, so instead of writing something original I retrieved today’s poem from my old Instagram account.

I wrote this piece on the 1st day of last year–although I added the last line today–to commemorate my making it into the year.

I hope you enjoyed the read. If so, then don’t be shy to leave a like and perhaps a comment to let me know. I’d love to hear from you what you think about my poetry.

Once again, thanks for joining me and have yourself a fantastic Friday.

Darkness

We are still masters of our fate.

Winston Churchill
Sue Vincent is the host of Thursday Photo Prompt
This week’s prompt ~ Darkness

The shining, smiling sun sets
and the dreadful darkness descends
upon the land, to frighten and force
the people indoors.

Yet some will remain outside
those brave hearts who take darkness on
all by themselves they take turns to
radiate their light.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Cry With The Rain

Happy Thursday all. Thanks for joining me today. I’ve been absent from the blogosphere recently on account of feeling a bit under the weather.
Upon my return, I was blessed to come across the beautiful poem you are about to read.

As a poet, you know I’m a sucker for repetition and rhyme, but even more than that I love figurative language and a positive message. This poem by The Ink Owl is really a well-crafted piece which I’m sure you’ll enjoy reading as much as I.

The Ink Owl

when your edges have become rough and dried out

and your roots can find no source of inspiration or joy

when taller trees shadow your failing leaves

and the ground cracks beneath your woes

cry with the rain

what wrents to your soul become

can only be shown by tears from above

let the shining drops in to your damaged parts

crystalline liquid will sooth your most tortured soul

cry with the rain

for when we fail and break down

only then can the rains come to heal

though our ground may be harrowed deep

life’s blood is bolstered by this downpour

cry with the rain

let these wounds heal

let ourselves become firm and strong

lift our leaves to embrace each falling tear

wash away what was to reveal what is

cry with the rain

-M.E. InkOwl

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Slow and Steady

Life before death, strength before weakness, journey before destination.

Brandon Sanderson – The Storm-light Archives, The Way of Kings

Slow and steady
wins the race every time.
It may not come first
but slow and steady
always emerges victorious
for fast and furious
even though it may not come last
is so fleeting you’ll end up forgetting
the moments which led to you coming first.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Be Kind and fair

Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.

Dr. Seuss

Be kind and fair
To those who despair
Show them you care
Even when they stare
Daggers behind your back
Be kind and be fair
Dare to show them you care
Even when they do declare
”Be kind and fair, elsewhere.”

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Time is precious

Pain makes you stronger. Fear makes you braver.

Retrieved from the Motivation app

Hi there! Thanks for checking in today. I’m glad you’re here.

It’s been a while since I’ve written a villanelle. I’m a bit out of practice with the form but I hope you enjoy reading it.

I would rather have a million seconds to spend
Then to have a million dollars to waste.
Because time is precious, and it you can’t lend.

You can still borrow money from a friend
But no one will give you their time in haste
So I’d rather have a million seconds to spend.

‘Every second in my day I’ll defend’
This statement in my head I will paste
Because time is precious, for it you can’t lend.

The loss of any time I cannot afford
Because I’ve got dreams that need to flight take.
So I’d rather have a million seconds to spend.

Even with all the money in the world
When dead, one can’t buy the time to good food taste
‘Cause time is priceless, for it you can’t lend.

Given a choice between more time or more gold
It will take me only a few seconds to decide
That I’d rather have a million seconds to spend
Because time is precious, and it you can’t lend.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Like the waves

If you want to change your reality then gear your thinking and speaking towards positivity.

Lazarus Shatipamba

As sure as the waves
come crashing onto the shore
depositing sediments
to construct a beach.

So did you
come into my life,
and like a wave you built me up.

Constructive not destructive
you deposited your positivity
and washed away my negativity.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Promises

Apply what you learn. And learn from what you apply.

Lazarus Shatipamba

I love people, I do
So I always try to show them
That I love people, yes I do.

It’s why I went on a quest
To show them just how much I love them.


A quest where I ended up making promises
I promised to keep because I love people, yes I do.

But in my quest to keep those promises
I wound up breaking the promises
I made to myself.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

This poem was inspired by this post: https://meliorateblog.wordpress.com/2020/07/08/oblivion-road/

You are your own hero

Don’t wait to be rescued. Save yourself.

Lazarus Shatipamba

So I see that you are
waiting, waiting, waiting
for a gallant knight and shining armor
to come and rescue you.

You are waiting, waiting,
waiting impatiently
for a hero with no cape on
to come and save you
from between the jaws of a lion
and the claws of a tiger.

I see you’ve been waiting and waiting
for someone who will come to your aid.
But I tell you ‘they will never come’
for you are not a victim.

You are your own hero
You’ve got the cape, to fly, to escape
From whatever situation you find yourself in.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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A Fool and His Cottage

Hello there, friends. I’m Reblogging a poem I discovered on Paul’s blog. Even though I didn’t want to write🙈😅 this because I feel as though I’d be unable to paint a pretty picture of this poems poignancy. I’d rather it speak for itself.
All I can say is that it was a joy to read and that you’re missing out on some mind-watering food for thought if you haven’t read it yet

Café Philos: an internet café

I sit on my patio,
Watch the man tug the leash,
The dog tug the man,

Both of them passing by
Faster than birdsong
Can shove a cloud
Across the sky.

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