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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Sunset Kisses Can’t Heal a Heart

But they can certainly soothe a poets painπŸ™‚

If you’re going through hell, keep going.

Winston Churchill

Something In The Rain

The honey glazed sky

Sends rays of bittersweet memories

That kiss my porcelain skin.

Reminding me of your

Deep and rich

bourbon eyes,

And the way the stars

Have nested inside them.

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