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the never noticed nouns

Posted on by Lazarus Shatipamba

Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.

C.S. Lewis
Image by John Hain from Pixabay

 i am the word. 
 the writer refused.
 the syllable,
 purged by the poet.

 its been a long time
 since my last use.

 my power 
 has begun to rust,
 like the metal 
 on a shipwrecked boat.

 that never sailed the seven seas
 long, enough to conquer the high seas.



 i am the metaphor
 that never tread 
 past the door
 that kept me locked

 away from the vision
 of his imagination.

 i have never
 ever felt the joy
 of being deployed
 in his story.

 never have i shared in the glory
 of the makings of a good poems' history.



  i am the sad smile
 that never walked a mile 
 in the boots of a simile
 that was told "be free!"

 i am the poem
 that was never penned
 and convinced to conform
 to the form of his creative hand.

 and yet. 
 
 i hope
 that i elope
 with his favor and be part 
 of making love an art.
 that sounds way better
 when we're together!

© 2020 The Poets Peace

Poets Practice

Posted on by Lazarus Shatipamba

The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.

Epictetus
Image by John Hain from Pixabay
practice, practice, practice

poets practice 

penning poems 
at the park 
and at the parking lot.

they practice, practice, practice

painting pictures poetically
by producing poems aplenty
in everyday of their poetic life.

practice, practice, practice

poets practice
 
by putting pen to paper
in order to produce
pretty potent poetry.

they practice, practice, practice

penning page after page
of playfully put together poems
that when packed together
produce piles of poetic pieces.
 
poets practice

by putting pen to paper
and penning page after page
of prose possessing the power
to pack a poetic punch!

practice, practice, practice

poets practice

by playfully picking apart 
bits of prose
and packing them into poems
that point to peace 
as the present people state.
 
they practice, practice, practice.

by painting pictures poetically.
potent poets personify poetry.

they practice, practice, practice

by pretending to perform
pensive pieces in poetic form
till they're panting from painting plenty--
pictures poetically!

© 2020 The Poets Peace

On a mountain range

Posted on by Lazarus Shatipamba

Being rich isn’t about money. Being rich is a state of mind.

Harvey Mackay
Image by Pettycon from Pixabay

high up on the top of a mountain range.
something happened that was very strange.
had you seen it, you might not want to speak.
of what transpired on the top of that peak.

on a day when the peaks were clad in snow.
and stars in the night sky had b'gun to glow.
two adventure seek'rs got trapped at the top.
for so long they began to lose all hope.

as the days went by, and no one came by.
the first seek'r, felt himself begin to die.
from the hunger, but mainly from the cold.
that seeped into bones, already old.
 
"when i die, don't think twice. Just eat my flesh"
coz i know, you'll need to maintain your strength."
said the old seek'r to the seek'r in his youth.
"i shall indeed eat your flesh, while its still fresh."
 
this, is what was said by the second seek'r.
that already felt himself grow weaker.
and so it goes, when the old man did die.
the young one lived, off the flesh of the old one.

© 2020 The Poets Peace

To my Father

Posted on by Lazarus Shatipamba

If you have the guts to keep making mistakes, your wisdom and intelligence leap forward with huge momentum.

Holly Near
Image by BedexpStock from Pixabay

father forgive me, for i have sinned.
 in thy eyes, as well as those of men.
 that see wrong, even though they be blind.
 to the deeds that take place in thy den.

 i know for fact, i would'v seen the light.
 had i not been blind to what was right.
 and with my eyes, saw only the wrong.
 that my mind, perceived would make me strong.

 i will admit, my spirit is weak.
 when before thee, i do come to speak.
 and to beg, for thy forgiveness.
 so i may return to thy fortress.

 and again b'free from the temptation.
 that hath brought about my suspension.

© 2020 The Poets Peace

The stuff on my table top

Posted on by Lazarus Shatipamba

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

Ralph Waldo Emerson 
There it stands, my bottle of water.

 To drink, whenever i feel thirsty.
 To wash my hands when they feel dirty.

 There it sits, my laptop's mouse.
 To use whenever i want to browse-
 And click on that picture of a house.

 There they lay, my rude red earphones.
 That only work well when i hold them a certain way.
 That don't play at all when being used by others' phones.
 Don't use them when you have something of import to say.

 There they rest, these books that i own.
 And are unable to put down.
 Unless on my face i want a frown.
 These books that help me raise my crown.
 So that one day, my wit is known throughout the town. 

 And finally, there she is.
 The laptop that brings me bliss.
 As well as many a crisis
 When her freezing persists.
 I love her, b'cause when all seems amiss
 All she really needs is a good kiss.

© 2020 The Poets Peace

My fall from Eden

Posted on by Lazarus Shatipamba

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was ending, he turned into a butterfly.

Proverb 

It has been long since my fall  from Eden.
That beautiful place that gave me much to eat.
Because apple trees prospered in the summer heat.
And red grapes tasted like a meal made in heaven.
By the Gods themselves to please my stomach.
So that my feet have the strength to tread the path.

Walked upon by those that came before me.

It has been long since my fall  from Eden.
Now i am here, in the Jungle of Urban.
This atrocious place; that has not much to eat.
Nor a place in nature for a man to sit.
And ponder in silence like a scientist.

How best to spread love with an iron fist.

In Urban; my feet have walked on the path.
Not tread upon by the fore-brethren.
Whom my feet have lost all hope and faith.
Since its been long since my fall from Eden.

I have taken the path that leads deeper into Urban.

Since its been so long since my fall from Eden.
One day, when i was alone and lonely.
I decided to walk to the ceremony.

Where gathered were my modern day brethren.

To tell them that true bliss is indeed a wish.
Unless one decides to demolish.

The last lush green Garden in Eden.

© 2020 The Poets Peace

Inspired by a list of 8 words:

Eden, scientist, heat, feet, ceremony, demolish, alone, urban

A Night Under The Stars

Posted on by Lazarus Shatipamba

Where hope grows, miracles blossom.

Elna Rae
Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
Last night i slept 
 Beneath the stars.
 Above the city i call home.

 On a rock ledge
 That gave me scars.
 When i let my dreams start to roam.

 It was cold out 
 But i didn't shout.

 For i knew well 
 The world would tell
 If something bad  came about.

 So i did slip 
 Into deep sleep.
 Til the morn when i did awake.

 Before the sun
 Set rays on skin.

© 2020 The Poets Peace