Sun

The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity.

Amelia Earhart
Filled with light she was kind,
Queen of the clear blue skies.
Just like the sun
I saw her sitting pretty 
On her throne in the air,
Looking radiant,
Having fun shining in the sky.
Just waiting for me to fly
Like a bird up high,
To join her in bringing rays
Of light to those used to darkness.
Even when i thought
The night would never end
Just like the sun
She rose early every morning
Before even the bright bird.
And just like the sun
I raged out 
With passion the song
Of my love
To her.
Will she hear me?

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

This piece was inspired by a poem (titled ‘Moon’) i enjoyed, which was composed by Liyona on her blog. This piece is my version to the idea of contrasting celestial objects as well as the idea of encapsulating them in the idea of love.

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Poetry

Failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough.

Og Mandino

Poetry

My pain

And my bane.

Keeps me sane

When i walk the lane

Of crazy,

Whilst journeying

Into the realms of creativity

And imagination.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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Fly, fly Butterfly

Well done is better than well said.

Benjamin Franklin

Fly, fly butterfly

Before the wind blows you away.

To a place, where flowers

Show not their face.

Fly, fly butterfly

Away to a place that is gay.

For its filled with flowers

That blossom with grace.

Fly, fly butterfly

Before the wind blows you far away.

To a place, where my face

Is not watching you fly,

Fly away to smell the flowers.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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Do You Know?

I’ve found that luck is quite predictable. If you want more luck, take more chances. Be more active. Show up more often.

Brian Tracy

Do you know?
how many poets
there are in this big wide world.
some of them young, some, very old.
yet all of them so bold,
even in this cold world
that would not hold their hand
when they try to hold, gold
within the lines of their rhymes.


Do you know?
how many pens bleed
to satiate the need
of plenty pensive poets
to feed off writing against greed
so that they one day have the strength
to walk with smile a mile in length
to make the world heed
the poetry of life that has for so long freed
many lovers of life in ages long before.


I know!
poets that have gone mad
off the feeling of being glad
that they actually became sad
like a dad who had
just lost his daughter dead
having bled from being fed poison bread.


I know!
of plenty practitioners of poetry
whose history is rooted like a tree
in losing themselves in a reality
conjured up by their ability
to swim the deep depths
of their imagination.


I know?
there are many poets
in this big wide world.
some of them young, and some, very old.
yet all of them so bold,
even in this cold world
that will not hold their hand
when they try to hold, gold
within the lines of their rhymes
.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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