Shoes, shoes, shoes

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

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Creepy Crawly

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.

Just like the clouds

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

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I am here again

Don’t worry about failures, worry about the chances you miss when you don’t even try.

Jack Canfield

Here I am again
In-front of an empty canvas
exploring the realms of creativity
and imagination.
I am here again
on this poetic stage
seeking to fill this page
with the glory of my journey
to that place where many an artist
shy not away from showing their face.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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It’s easy to frown during lock-down

The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money.

Thomas Jefferson

Yoh, wassup guys! Glad you could join me today.

I know the corona-virus is still on the loose. But here in my country things hadn’t been as bad as they were elsewhere. We hadn’t had a confirmed Covid19 case for months. That was until the leaders here decided to ease up on lock-down measures. As a result, we ended up recording more cases in the months of July and August than in the combined months of March, April, May and June.

So now, after having received a taste of normalcy these last two months we will be reverting back to the restrictions of lock-down. In reply to this dismal news, I wrote today’s poem to inspire myself–and others–not to despair because all this will eventually end–hopefully soon cause I’m not looking forward to being cooped up at home for too long. (I heard talk of a cure floating around in the air, so I remain optimistic all this will be nothing but a bad memory soon.)

Anyways, let me stop babbling and allow you to continue in reading today’s poem.

I know it’s easy to on your face develop a frown
Because the city has been placed under a lock-down
For it’s densely populated and is thus the perfect stage
For the corona-virus to continue running rampage.

I know it’s easy for you to get a frown on your face
Simply because you cannot move freely from place to place
Less the corona virus catches you in its grip
So that to a quarantine facility you’ll need to take a trip.

I know it’s easy to on your face develop a frown
All because the city has been put under a lock-down.
But I ask that you not look down in despair or dismay
Because eventually this pandemic will pass us by.

For now, just stay at home with a smile on your face
Because at-least you can move freely around your space.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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A mental alchemist

When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.

Henry Ford

I am an Alchemist
But only figuratively because I know nothing of the ancient art of turning lead into gold.
I only know how to transmute my mental states from bad to good.

I am a mental alchemist
so I’m quite adept at changing the nature of my emotions.
You’ll most likely find me in the laboratory of my mind
toiling hard conducting experiments with thoughts
trying to see if they have the power to change my moods.

Yes they do!
They are the philosophers stone–the catalyst–
which I use to change the lead of my negative states
into the gold of positive states which enrich my experience of life
without being used up in the process.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Desires have feelings too

Determine never to be idle. No person will have occasion to complain of the want of time who never loses any. It is wonderful how much may be done if we are always doing.

Thomas Jefferson

Here I am
In your mind
Nothing but a desire
Something you want to acquire
Here I am
In your mind
Thinking, about you
Of how much I want you
Although I’m nothing but a desire
In your mind I want you
As much as you want me.

Here I am
In your fantasies
I’m everything you want
Your biggest desire
Right here, in your mind
Dreaming, about you
Wishing, you’ll find the energy
To make me manifest in reality
Because I can’t wait to have you
For I want you
As much as you want me.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Walking in nature

All you need is the plan, the road map, and the courage to press on to your destination.

Earl Nightingale

Don’t you just love it
when you’re walking, out in nature
And you begin to feel the breeze
blowing on your skin, cooling you down.
And you hear the sounds of singing birds
making you feel at ease.

Doesn’t it just bring you bliss
when each tree you see
is dancing with glee
and the flowers you smell
are all flourishing well.

It brings me joy
walking the path of life
for I get to taste the wonders
abundant in the universe.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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The color of our skin

Real difficulties can be overcome; it is only the imaginary ones that are unconquerable.

Theodore N. Vail

Hi there guys. I’m happy you could join me today. Today’s poem was written to say goodbye to those views of old implemented in my country during the Apartheid Era. For those who don’t know, this was an era when romantic relationships between blacks and whites was shunned.

I’m lucky enough to be a born free. So I can fall in love with whomever I want, without risking the ire of my community. I feel for those who lived in that age of racial segregation and were forced not to follow their hearts if they ever did beat for someone of opposite color. This is why I chose to write this poem. It’s not long at all so your attention span shouldn’t stress.

The color of my skin
And that of your skin was not quite akin
So it’s no surprise your kin weren’t keen
on giving me your hand in marriage,
for apparently our love was a sin.

But together, we took a stand against them
And eventually they came to understand
That the love between me and you
Knows not anything about hue.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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