Write right

The most valuable thing i have learned in life is to regret nothing.

Somerset Maugham

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Hello
And welcome
To my blog.

My name is
Lazarus Shatipamba
And I’m a pensive poet.

The poems

I’ve written
With my left hand
Are almost as good

As the ones
Written with my right.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Grateful

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

Luna

I never grew up with a father.

That taught me to be a bike rider.

Nor did i grow up with a mother.

That sang me into a deep slumber.

I only had a grandma.

That taught me how to read.

As well as a grandpa.

That taught me how to lead.

Them will i forever,

Be grateful for.

Lazarus Shatipamba is a wormy bookworm that rarely ever sees the sun(except through the eyes of many a fictional character). His days are mostly spent stuck between the pages of a good book.

When he isn’t busy gathering dust in the library, then he is most likely writing some poetry(some of which may or may not be fictional)

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I knew I’d Write

Luna

since the day i first picked up a pen.
and had the urge to write some poetry.
i knew I’d write, till i grew to be a man.i wasn’t good, for i was a child then.
that wrote only, in verse that was free.
since the day i first picked up a pen-

that has not yet, rested since the day i began.
as I’ve been working, harder then a buzzing bee.
for i wanted, to be better as i grew to be a man.

i spent, more time in my father’s den.
comparing things to a growing tree.
since the day i first picked up a pen-

i grew older, and began writing for fun.
using the names, of things the eye could see.
so i b’came, good as i grew to be a man.

i now receive, much praise from the village clan.
saying that their eyes, did…

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Day 140 – Magic

BigFoot

There once was a man from Windhoek
That had never read a book
Till in the library he set foot
With his unusually big feet.
He left, unable to stand the librarians odd look.

A generous man forgets what he gives and remembers what he receives.

Old Proverb

One Good Ear Left

Ellen Melvin had a problem with his left ear
Which left him unable to hear
Whenever he was near his hearts desire.
This led to the rise of his ire
So he cut it off to have one good ear.

Nothing will work unless you do.

John Wooden

The Game of Chess

Image by Ylanite Koppens from Pixabay

They call it the black and white jungle
For you might not live for very long
Here, were danger lurks in every corner.

Always be ready for a battle
And watch out for dangers in the throng
Of this place they call the black and white jungle.

You will need to be a Grandmaster
Or in the very least, very strong
Here, were dangers lurk in every corner.

Safe, sound and secure in your castle
Is the place you should always belong
Not here in the black and white jungle.

Perhaps one day; when you are older
Looking back at days when you were young
In this place were danger lurks in every corner.

You will see everything clearer
And realise there is nothing wrong
In calling it the black and white jungle.
This place, were dangers lurk in every corner. 

The great and glorious masterpiece of humanity is to know how to live with purpose.

Montaigue