Wise are those who learn that the bottom line doesn’t always have to be their top priority.

William Arthur Ward

If you want to learn, how to use your words
Like the brave and gallant knights use their swords-
To deliver pretty princesses from evil lords.
Listen to your wise master and practice.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Buy me a pen and paper?

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

the Watcher Above

We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival.

Sir Winston Churchill

Out in the large, lush green forest
Up high on a tall tree, sits an owl at rest
From getting his broad beak from the hawk
That tired of always being hired to gawk
At the wolves that prowl the farmers fields-

Never blinking, even when wolves prowl
The farmers grounds to make him howl
In pain and loss, leaving a big scowl
On his face for they left the space
His sheep lived in; empty like space.

Since this owl took over, the farmers sheep yields
Have flourished for she watches without blinking.
And at the top of her voice hoots without thinking
To alert the farmer, wolves be here for the killing.

© 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