Gratitude Journal #2

Konnichiwa my friends.

Merci beaucoup for visiting my blog today.

I haven’t been posting as usually as I would like to–school has been keeping me beezier than a public bus–so I’m really glad you haven’t abandoned me. Domo arigato gozaimasu to you.

Wherever you are, I wish you a splendid day ahead. If your day is just ending than I hope you had a super-fragilistic-expiali-docious day, and pray that you will wake up tomorrow with a glow that shows your passion to play the game of life as best you can.

Today, I just wanted to share an entry from my Gratitude Journal with you, not only to elevate my thoughts and thus my emotions and feelings, or to emphasize the powerful nature of words, but mostly to inspire you to look at life through the lens of gratitude and positivity.

So without further adue…

Once again, thank you for stopping by and enjoy the rest of your day and week.

By the way, if you think the level of my gratitude is as sky high as heaven and would like to join me up here, than this Gratitude app it for you. It has helped me to focus on the positive things in life, to appreciate and notice even the small things that make me happy. It is free and you can get it at https://gratefulness.page.link/app

NOW | Part One

Men who say it cannot be done should not interrupt the man doing it.

Chinese proverb

to tune into the now
is to turn a second into eternity
to watch an hour go by, in the blink of an eye

it is to be, beyond the borders of worries which wrinkle your brow
for you are, aware of the poetry, the beauty of life.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Searching and Searching, but not finding

The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.

Socrates

I’ve been searching and searching
But not finding any answers to my questions

I’ve been searching for a path into the temple of happiness
But it seems I’ve been searching and searching
In all the wrong places.

It seems I may never find the temple of happiness
That I’ll forever keep taking shelter
In this shack of sadness I find myself in
For I’ve been searching and searching for years
But I’m not finding answers to my questions.

Where is this so-called temple of happiness I’m failing to find?
And how do I enter through its gates?

These are the questions that plague every waking hour of my day
They are the questions which keep me up at night
I just hope I’m not doomed to keep searching and searching
But not finding any answers to my questions.

Shoes, shoes, shoes

The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.

Ayn Rand

Shoes, shoes, shoes
they come in many hues


Shoes, shoes, shoes
come in reds, greens and blues


Sometimes shoes, shoes, shoes
come in purple, or pink
but my my do some of them stink–


a smell which walks into noses
and inspires them to forget the scent of roses.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Creepy Crawly

Alone we can do so little, together we can do so much.

Helen Keller

Creepy Crawly climbing quickly
up the tall wall. Creepy Crawly
is climbing quickly up the wall.
Will he fall? Only God can tell
why Creepy Crawly is climbing
quickly up the wall
even though he may fall
to his hell.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Well hello there friend! I’m glad you joined me today.

It’s Monday once again, and thankfully it is not a blue one for me. I really hope it’s the same for you too, that it’s not clouded by any negativity. That instead the weather in your mind is sunshine and clear blue skies.

Today’s poem is a fabrication of reality. There wasn’t no creepy crawly climbing quickly up the wall that inspired me to write it. Well, at least not in the physical environment since it was all just in my head. The poem was inspired by my desire to play with alliteration. I wrote it a few weeks ago in my poetry journal, and since then it has been begging for me to share it on my blog.

And so, because I don’t have the mouth to say ‘No’ to poems begging me to be shared, I hope you enjoyed it and that it somehow lifted your mood from bad to good–even just for a second.

If so, then do not be shy to let me know in the comment section below–I’m always delighted to hear from you.

The Ugliest Of Them All

The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money.

Thomas Jefferson

I am
the ugliest
of them all
my hair is nappy
my attitude crappy
and my mood unhappy
For I am the ugliest
of them all.
Yet I judge them all
based on what my eyes see
if their skin is too shabby
or if too much weight they carry
then indeed I do become wary
of having a relationship with them
even though I am
the ugliest of them all.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Life is a dream

It all starts and ends in the mind. The most crucial skill is how you think.

Zat Rana

Did you know
That life is a dream?
Disguised as a nightmare?

And that it’s sure to scare you
Into being blue, because you have no clue
That life is a dream disguised as a nightmare.

But now that you know
Life is a dream
Will you continue being scared?
Of an illusory nightmare?

Or will you dare to dream
A dream that will scare your nightmares
Away?

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace