Under the Greenwood Tree

Good morning guys (evening to those hailing from the northern hemisphere).

It’s a beautiful Friday morning here in Namibia, the sun is shining, the clouds are not crying, the birds are singing and the trees are dancing.

I’m breathing and lucky enough to have come across this beautifully well-crafted poem by Upashna.

I didn’t want to keep it all to myself, and so I’m sharing it with you. Hoping you enjoy it too.

I sit under the Greenwood Tree The Barn Owl plays the symphony. The thought of you possess my mind It aches in places, undefined. The sands of time slip quick they say Each grain for me is yesterday. Rummaging through the days bygone I hold on to the fondest one. I sit thus till the […]

Under the Greenwood Tree

Been awhile since I’ve seen

At the end of the day, tell yourself gently: ‘I love you, you did the best you could today, and even if you didn’t accomplish all you had planned, I love you anyway.

From the Motivation app

It’s been almost a year now since last I’ve seen
You with your bright brown eyes, always so keen
To look at the beauty of the world around you
And your smile that had not a clue
How to turn itself upside down into a frown
Was the only thing that kept me in town.

But it’s been almost a year now, since I’ve seen
You. I have waited, and waited, but now I’m keen
To leave, this place, that reminds me of you
And your smile that had not a clue
How to turn upside down into a frown
Which was the only thing that kept me in this town.

But it’s been almost a year now since I’ve seen
You. You are gone, so now my frown is keen
To take over from the smile brought by you
That around you always had a bright hue
For it didn’t have a clue, it would become a frown
The very instant you decided to leave town.

A letter to you, from me

Hi there, stranger–because you do not know, me, even though you are, me, and I am you–I trust you are not in danger.

And hope that you are well, I just wanted to tell, you that hell, is always knocking, at your door, but that heaven is always in your reach. You just have to stretch, your heart, and your mind, to their limitless potential.

I know you don’t know me–for you have never met me, you and I are strangers, even though I am you, and you are me–so you must be wondering who I am, to tell you that heaven is always within, your reach and that hell is constantly knocking on your door?

I am no spiritual sage, if my age of just twenty-three years doesn’t tell you that, then let me tell you I am simply a student, of life, who likes to learn, and live, life to the best of his ability.

I am not a success sensei, in fact, I’m studying at the local university in the city, but I’m not paying for my own tuition fee. I haven’t written any books, on self-development, nor have I any degrees.

I am not a philosopher, you will definitely find many flaws, in my reasoning and thinking.

I am only twenty-three years young, and counting, to my tomb I don’t know, when the clock will stop ticking. But as long as I am breathing, I try to live life to the best of my ability, but like every ordinary person I am not perfect, I have made many, many, many mistakes, and I am sure the numbers will keep increasing, but as long as the number of my learning is not decreasing, I am happy, to make as many, many, many mistakes, as it takes, to gain mastery, of this thing we call reality. 

Since I am no spiritual sage, success sensei, or philosopher, I’m just a stranger–even though you are me, and I am you–so you have no reason to believe my words.

It’s entirely up to you, to choose whether you will learn from the mistakes of a simple guy, who is lucky enough to have discovered his passion for poetry and language, and his love, for humanity, and all the beauty life has to offer.

A guy who loves you–for you are me, and I am you–and whose dream it is that you are living in a state of bliss which can never be dismissed.

A guy, who has been blessed with a brilliant mind and has learned, he is, a spiritual being, experiencing reality in human form.

I haven’t always been like this.

In fact there was a time not so long ago when I refused to learn the lessons life was teaching me.

A time of suffering, when my mind and my heart where in disharmony.

I like me better right now–and I’m sure you do too, because you are me, and I am you–so I am extremely grateful, for the many, many mistakes I’ve made, for they have led me to an appreciation for this gift, of life, presented to me, every single day, by the Most High.

I have aligned myself with the Gods, and the destiny they set in prophecy for me: to create my dreams, and to stare my nightmares in the face, and dare them to do their worst.

Perhaps I’ve read way too many books?

Mayhaps I’ve smoked way too many Marijuana joints?
Perhaps I’m just too high off life?
Maybe? My habits are getting the better of me?
Perhaps? I’m just deluding myself?

You have no reason to believe me. But I’ll tell you anyways–If you don’t already know–that you too have a magnetic mind that is geared towards attracting abundance and all that’s good for you, and repeling resistance and everything that is bad for you.

Unfortunately, we live in a society that does everything it can, to control our minds, and to use it to attract huge profits for itself.

The society we’ve been bred in has programmed us to act in a reactive manner,
Always focusing on repelling perceived nightmares, it has taken away our power to be proactive in attracting our dreams.

The good thing, however, is that you, my dear, stranger–even though I am you, and you are me–have, at any moment in time, the choice to take back your power of magnetism towards optimism.

If you are still with me, thank you for sticking by. I know this is an unusually long letter, I never intended it to be so. But I’ll go with the flow–because I believe God is speaking to you, through me, right now–
and he wants you to know that your heart will show you the way to heaven, and your mind will help make, the way that gets you here.

You just have to–like a poet–make the desires of your mind rhyme with the feelings of your heart.

I know, by experience it’s not easy to listen to your heart, nor to command your mind, for we live in a world filled with so much noise that it’s hard to hear the voice of God speaking, to you.

Yes, it’s not easy tuning into the intuitive powers of your heart, and the creative power of your mind. But know, this is a good thing, for it will be more fulfilling, once you have learned, to master the power God has trusted you with.

I’m sure you know that with great power comes great responsibility, so don’t be scared of your duty, to create your ideal reality.

This is indeed an unusually long letter, but rest assured it is about to come to an end.

But before I conclude I wanted to impress upon you the message that even though hell is constantly trying to knock down the door of your well-being, heaven, the haven of happiness is always within, your reach. No, you don’t have to die, a saint. You just have to reach out, and grab it by the balls.

All you have to do is follow the passions of your heart, the things which inspire you to make art; and to use your mind to find the resources which will help you on your journey towards reaching heaven.

In befriending your mind and heart, be not scared to make mistakes, for your success is not at stake. It was already written in the stars.

Just be brave, in facing life’s lessons, with the confidence that you will learn, and eventually graduate as cum laude from the suffering of hell.

In conclusion, this is not a get rich quick potion, nor is it an easy solution to the situation you find yourself in.

It is not an attempt to teach any moral lessons or brag about the fact that I have found heaven, because hell is always knocking at my door.

Instead, it is a symbol of my love for you–because you are me, and I am you–in which I try to inspire that fire within you, to burn, with a desire which will make you aspire to reach, ever higher, and higher for your goals.

This is simply my way of telling you that you don’t have to be a spiritual guru from India to reap the benefits of being in heaven.

In fact, the Gods have already blessed you with the power, to reach out and grab heaven by the balls. For you are needed here.

Yours in love and kindness
Lazarus

Talk to me

Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.

Lyndon B. Johnson

Talk to me
I’ll lend you my ear
To make sure I can hear
Clear. When you talk to me
I’ll listen, with all my attention
To what you have to say.

Though there’s nothing I’ll say
To you, when you talk to me
You can talk to me, about your day
Of how things did or did not
Go your way.

You can talk to me
And l’ll lend you my ear
To make sure I can hear
Clear. When you talk to me
Though there’s nothing I’ll say
To you. When you talk to me-

For I have not a mouth
With which to utter words
Only two ears, with which to hear
So when you talk to me
I’ll listen, with all my attention
To what you have to say.

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

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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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To a Lady whose Heart is not Beautiful

Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right.

Henry Ford

To you, my lovely long-legged lady.

Who makes all men, to you want to come near;

For your eyes are green and your hair’s sandy.

Making many a dandy shed a tear,

Because they want to talk to you, but fear

To awaken the monster within you.

Even though they know, how to fight with spear

Against those who want to give them the flu.

Do you sometimes wish, you had a clue

How to turn your inner world into Art

That will make sure everyone is not blue?

If so, then please do open up your heart

So that your much admired outer beauty

Will be congruent with your personality.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Black Beauty

I am not the man i was yesterday. I do not care about the far future – unless it is to make sure that the lives of all people are sweet like the sugar from a cane.


Black!
Beauty seated by the bench
With a bunch of brown boys i don’t know.

All of them trying to show
Just why you should open the door
Between your legs to them.


Black!
Beauty seated by the bench
With a bunch of brown boys i don’t know.

Do you know?

There’s a poet out here
That will most likely shed a tear

If you do not open your heart to him.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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More then the sky blue

Just like the blacksmith hammers the gallant knights sword into shape.

Tough times batter me into becoming better.

Lazarus Shatipamba

Do you know what it means for a poet to love you?
Even when your lipstick's smudged and your makeup's dry
He will love you as much as birds love the sky blue.

Tell her, the poet loves you much more then lies the true
When stupid cupid comes around to ask you why
You don't know what it means for a poet to love you.

When your friends come by your house to ask for a clue
How much the poet loves you, without even a try-
Tell them he loves you more then the sky loves its blue.

Say that the poet loves you many times, not a few
When they ask you to answer quick and on the fly
"Do you know what it means for a poet to love you?"

Tell all the people of the wide world the poet loves you.
Even when your own self love does begin to die
He will love you more then the judge loves what is true.

When potential suitors ask if you have a clue
In a voice that's very deep and volume high
"Do you know what it means for a poet to love you?"
Tell them he loves you more then birds love the sky blue!

© 2020 The Poets Peace

Mother of Four (An Ode To My Mother)

Happiness doesn’t depend on who you are or what you have, it depends solely on what you think.

Dale Carnegie

Hard life you lead but still you give,
Not just to those you gave birth to.
But also to those have no clue,
How to in your tender womb live.

Oh! Mother of four-
There in my greatest hour of need.
To my hungry, empty tummy feed
Something yummy and not so sour-

That it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
Oh! Mother of four : three girls and a boy
That have grown into adults from their youth.
Though you bought me not many a play toy-

In my younger years, I shed bitter tears
When I felt the pain of my many scars
Which like cop you came to lock behind bars
Just so I would not suffer from my fears.

Oh! Mother of four : three girls and a boy.
Though you bought me not many a play toy-
Know i love thee for giving me much joy!

© 2019 The Poets Peace

The Vacant Chair

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But, today is a gift…it’s why its called the ‘present’.

The chair in my heart has started to gather dust
For it has not been sat on since you left to warm
The bed of some lucky guy who’s hinges have not rusted
To the point that they could not be trusted to hold
The full weight of your soul that’s whole in your body.

The chair in my heart has started to gather dust
Fast accumulating since last you sat on it
To warm with body as well as wiles of women
You used to seduce me into out of its desk
Pull it slowly out for you, just so you could sit.

But you tired and left it in a state vacant
Of your touch and the support it had to give you.
The chair in my heart has started to gather dust
Since you left, so sit in it by myself I must.

© 2019 The Poets Peace