Write right

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

Somerset Maugham

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

Ain’t i a Women?

The critic is one who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Oscar Wilde

Ain't you tired of guys looking
At you like an object of desire.

Wherever you go
Minds are forced to sire

Vivid visions of bodies so lax
They decide to relax-
For they're tired from having sex.


"Ain't i a women of many desires?

Why would i tire
Or even let rise my ire

When men see me as
an object of desire?"

© 2019 The Poets Peace

This post was inspired by Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt


The difficulty lies not so much in developing new ideas as in escaping from the old ones.

John Kynes

Searching for nuts in the woods

Quick, quick quick i run as fast as i can

Under the watchful eye of the sun

Intent on gathering as many as i can

Rushing as fast as i can

Raiding the forest floor bare before

Evening comes and i cannot see the nuts

Lying on the ground for its dark.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Back In Action

Luck is a dividend of sweat. The more you sweat, the luckier you get.

Ray Kroc

Hey guys, its been two long weeks since last i updated my blog and its irked me a plenty being away from you guys for fourteen long days. Only my heart will ever know the magnitude of my missing you.

Though i hated doing it, it felt right to take a short break to regather my thoughts and to re-focus my mindset as a friend once advised me to always take short recovery breaks after working hard, which is something my pen will willingly testify to.

God knows i needed the rest, after wielding the powers of creativity in the form of penning a poem or more everyday, i was headed for a path of stumbling and falling over in the street as a consequence of exhaustion. Only a poet knows the toll it takes on their mind and body sacrificing a piece of their sanity to write poetry on a consistent basis.

I was gonna go completely crazy if i didn’t put my pen down sooner. But i’m back now and i’m glad to have taken a break as i’m back with a fresh, empty canvas just waiting in anticipation to be painted on with the beautiful message of love and peace.

I want to take the time to thank you for not deciding to unfollow me during the time i was away. In fact, thanks a lot for getting me to the 100 follower mark. You’re the best.


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

Marcus Tullius Cicero

Pen to paper

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)

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog…

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I knew I’d Write

Pen to paper

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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