A Rainy Day At Last

People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing.  That’s why we recommend it daily.

Zig Ziglar
It was five o'clock in the morning
When the cock gave a warning
That the scorching sun - this day will not be having fun.

The night, 
Was still a dark carpet covering the farmhouse-
Wherein slept the farmer and his wife 
Who prayed profusely to the heavens
For the skies to make like a shower
And pour water on the dying flowers in the field.-

When a flash of lightning lit the sky
So that the sad clouds up high
Began to unleash their sorrows in tears
Wet enough to quench the pain of plains
That haven't drunk water in years.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it



is the light which keeps away

the darkness of ignorance.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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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

The Poets Peace

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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Fly, fly Butterfly

Well done is better than well said.

Benjamin Franklin

Fly, fly butterfly

Before the wind blows you away.

To a place, where flowers

Show not their face.

Fly, fly butterfly

Away to a place that is gay.

For its filled with flowers

That blossom with grace.

Fly, fly butterfly

Before the wind blows you far away.

To a place, where my face

Is not watching you fly,

Fly away to smell the flowers.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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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 that 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.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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