Morning Meditations

You will never plough a field if you only turn it over in your mind.

Irish proverb

morning meditations make me mindful
my minds a monkey

who is a maestro
in maneuvering between states of mind.

at times, moving from melancholic
to merrimental moods in just a few minutes.

at others, moving from merrimental
to melancholic in all but a few seconds.

thank goodness I’m learning
to master my mind like a monk

to keep it mired in merriment.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Heaven Hails

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Hark!
The halls of heaven
hail to you
hoping
you hear the call
that will set you free.

And inspire you
to hone your happiness
to harbor hope in your heart
and to hold tightly to honor
so that house up high
may one day become your home.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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The Gorgeous Girl

The soul is stronger than its surroundings

William James

The gorgeous girl
I’m gazing at
gives me goose bumps
in my gut
when she glances my way
green eyes guaranteeing
the grabbing of my attention.

The gorgeous
golden haired girl
graces the ground around me
and i gallop
through the gateway of gloominess
and gallivant into the lands of gladness.

And there she goes
That gorgeous green eyed girl
gliding gracefully through the grass
carefully so as not to tear her gown.
Groups of guys beware
guard thy feelings well
less you wind up in Hell
for wanting the gem
belonging to another man.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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The Corona virus | An Alliterative poem

You cannot hang out with negative people and expect to live a positive life.

Joel Osteen

The corona virus came cautiously onto continents.
Cruelly crushing our courage to fight against its contagious ways
And conspiring to contaminate citizens in their countries.
To keep them confined, caged like criminals in their own homes.

Classrooms are closed, churches cannot commence service
And business has been brought to a crawling, crippling halt.

Writers and poets can no longer go to the café
Just to take a sip on some real good creamy coffee.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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