Tears That Try To Be Tough

The real secret of patience is to find something to do in the meantime.


We humans

Have been blessed by the Gods up high in the sky with a home as fertile and tranquil as our beautiful blue earth.

For many many many a millennia, our ancestors have never lived in fear that this world of ours will one day shed a tear because she fears she might not make it into the near future.

Yet how dear things appear to be now, the state of our current circumstance is as dire as a fighter losing his stance in an all important championship bout with an opponent ready to break his hip.

The rains have now developed an attitude so shy that they now try to stray as far away from us as possible, in aim to drown us in drought.

The once courageous clouds now cry whenever they have to fight smoke particles in the sky in contention for the right to rule the skies.

The sun is hotter than she is supposed to be, because she is so pissed at us for f**king up her husband – the earth.

Our oceans are rising up against this injustice of dumping waste into their depths, which makes me pray that i’m not here when things do get violent.

Whilst sitting behind my stool in the library trying not to appear a fool, i have sometimes wondered what it is has led to the overall drastic decline in the beauty and habitability of our home.

When was it that we decided to stop caring for our natural environment?

In the industrial revolution that so brought about our evolution on a technological scale, yet so endorsed the pollution of the air that we breathe, the water we drink and the soil we deeply sleep in when we rest at our time of death?

I can’t help but think how paradoxically detrimental it is that we kill our own environment in our efforts of living longer lives.

Even me,

I am not a bystander in this for many a time have i smoked a joint by the lake, just to take my thoughts of the conundrum we find ourselves in.

Will we manage to reduce and reverse the adverse effects of all our commercial activities or will i – just like the Earth right now – shed a tear because i will not be here if our beautiful blue earth is not here?

Friday Free Write

Failure and failure again is the secret ingredient to achieving the right level of success.

Mark Makhubalo

Have you ever

Heard the sound of passion call to you?

Like a naked lover

beckoning you into the warm, comfy sheets-

That make you forget about the deafening cold

That freezes our ears to render us unable to hear.

I have never really been able to hold firm

To all my convictions whilst listening to that lusty

Voice that sounds thirsty as the desert of the Namib

That walked across the plains of pain for far too long

She decided to simply embrace the pleasure of pure leisure.

Drinking my water as i bask in the spring weather

Nourished by the fresh fruit of the flowers

Who at the peak of their powers produce perfume

Who’s scent flows from them into the air

Right into my nostrils were they do not disturb but curb

Any ailments i might have had in regards to the bad smell in here.

the Rubbish Robber

People who are crazy enough to think they can change the World, are the ones who do.

Rob Siltanen

This is not a post about how I wow and dazzle the ladies with my charming ways.
It is not a post of my adventures as a naughty child.
Nor is it a post of how I became a poet in my city.

This is a post about the skill and finesse I had to deploy in order to rob the rubbish bin of its possessions.

It took me a little while to scope out the terrain, making sure there were no spying eyes on me.

That done, i proceeded to sneak up on my unsuspecting victim. I came in from the blindside, the bin never even saw me coming.

But it saw me going.
With a KFC plastic bag beneath my arm.

© The Poets Peace 2019

What I’d Do for No Pay [day 3 | Winter Blogging Challenge]

In every difficult situation is potential value. Believe this, then begin looking for it.

Norman Vincent Peale

MONEY MAKES MANKIND go round. That's what all the sages say.
So in an alternate world that does not revolve around money,
What are the three things I, Lazarus Shatipamba would do for no pay?

Number One
Believe it or not,
I, Lazarus Shatipamba would be president
For no pay whatsoever.

I would live entirely off the many benefits
Afforded to presidents.

LIKE having my :
- safety secured
- travel taken care of
- accommodation acquired
- staff sorted.

As I feel like there's no point
To receiving a salary, so I'd rather have it remain in the budget.

To help in buying some tissues
For those crying from the issues
Plaguing my nation today.

I know they will not bring about jubilation,
But at least they can soothe the masses while i work on a solution.
To better decrease problems like pollution.

Plus; i would not need the money anyways, as my First Lady
Surely earns enough for the both of us.
She can be the breadwinner in the family.

I am not too greatly shamed by that. In fact, it does not shame me at all.


Number Two
In a world were money does not make the world go round,
I would make sure my knowledge goes around--
By choosing to teach for free.

To be like a sculptor, shaping the minds of future generations
Into creations--
Worthy of being looked at.

Number Three
Is for that which brings me glee.

It does not matter. Whether money makes the world go round,
As it was always scripted in the stars. That i am bound
To write poetry.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Positivity Press #10

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.

Robert Frost

spreading positive vibes like butter on bread.

Luna

I am a gardener.
But only metaphorically (I know nothing of the ancient art of tending a garden).
Being a gardener, I always try to cultivate an attitude of optimism.

Most days, negativity can’t even claw her tendrils into me as I’m always on guard.
Like the Night’s Watch, I’m forever on alert for any unhealthy thoughts lurking in my mind.

Yet sometimes; I can’t help but frown when life does manage to coil her weeds of negativity around me.
When she spoils my toil by burying me in a heap of melancholy so deep I can’t tell up from down.

It’s in those moments; when I can’t seem to take it any longer, that I remind myself to cultivate an attitude of positivity by focusing on the things I am grateful for.

The small things really.

Like how grateful I am for the warmth of the sun on a…

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