Cheddar Cheese | Limerick

Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

There once was a silly chili cheddar cheese
Who in his moldy state said to the merry mouse
“Please do not feast upon my flesh
For it is moldy and not fresh.
Lest you want to enter heavens house.”

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Lazarus Shatipamba

Buy me a pen and paper?

Gone Back

If you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten.

Tony Robbins

I have gone back to the old way
Of writing poetry,
With a pen and paper in my hand.

I spill ink on my canvas
Hoping it has the answers
To the questions captive in my mind.

Like how do i reinvent myself
Into a poet that pens poems on paper?


After composing many on a computer
Gave me the ability to edit
My work without tossing a single page.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Lazarus Shatipamba

Buy me a pen and paper?

A Good Samaritan

Don’t let yesterday – take up too much of today.


Shall i thank thee for being good to me?
When times were tough and most men were quite rough
In stuffing ideas of who i should be
Down my throat so that i will want to cough.
When times were tough – like a desert in drought
The oasis of my dreams started to dry
Up faster then a speeding car on route
To clinic for there’s an emergency. –
You were good to me like the men that bring
Items of aid to the victims of war,
So i know in this poem, that’s the one thing
I will have to thank thee deeply for, for
You were to me a good Samaritan
That warmed my life, better than summer can.

© 2019 The Poets Peace


A Prison

Never stress when you’re under pressure. Its pressure that makes the diamond.

Lazarus Shatipamba

BE WARNED!

My love is a prison.

I’ll sentence you with no reason
Either than being suspect of stealing
My heart – to go make some art.

I’ll confine you to – a lifetime of captivity.
You’ll find no mates here,
So it’s solitary for you.

And when things get slippery
I’ll watch with a smile on my face
As the soap slips from your hands.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

The Pensive Poets Song

He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.

Epictetus

Never fear when the pensive poet is here
For you know he always has his pen near
At hand to help us fight against our fear.

When the car of your life you cannot steer,
And in an accident you end up dear.
Never fear for the pensive poet is here.

Back then, you were right to be scared before
The poet got a pen that is like a spear
In his hands it helps him to fight our fear.

When at the bar you have had one more beer
Too much and your path you cannot see clear.
Never fear for the pensive poet is near.

In the jungle with predators so near
You'll want him to have his red pen nigh
At hand to help him fight against our fear.

When you're running scared, away from your tears
Listen to the birds, singing loud and clear
'Never fear when the poet has his pen near
At hand to help you fight against your fear.'

© 2019 The Poets Peace

To Carry your Cross

Many people fail in life, not for lack of ability or brains or even courage but simply because they have never organised their energies around a goal.

Elbert Hubbard

If you want to carry your heavy cross
You must make a habit of going to the gym.
Society's rules have overpowered us all
Our whole generation is mentally weak
Our minds are tired of being fried in a pan
By the men with a plan to reach the end.

If you want to carry your heavy cross
Then you must start exercising at the gym
Lest society's rules overpower us all
For our generation is mentally weak
From letting our minds get fried like eggs in a pan
By the men with a plan to reach the end.

If you want to carry your heavy cross
Then you must start lifting weights at the gym
Otherwise society will overpower you
With rules that seek to make us mentally weak
So that our minds become like eggs in a pan
Fried by the men with a plan to reach the end.