Skip to main content

DEAR LOVE

Paul AremoOluwa

Dear Love,
Crazy things are done in your name
Many wounds opened again
Fantasy became our reality when you came
Intoxicated, he asks her name
Kiss, hugs and kisses till dark turn dawn
Grief and tears when one be gone
Romeo and Juliet all over and again
Happily forever never forever happens

Where comes bomb, bullets and a soldier’s pain,
Death and tears in a world you stay
Do we call your name when foolish things we say?
Are you an accomplice to a jealous lover’s rage?
When fists and black eyes visit homes everyday
Chocolates and roses seek to appease on Valentine’s Day
Shall you soon come and tell us how we’ve strayed?

Is it true you left earth for the moon to stay?
Why would a mother kill her own?
And why do husbands despise their bone?
Homeless children know not your name
In winter's cold will you knit them clothes?
Cook a hot meal and cuddle them?
Tell them stories beside the fireplace?

We hear you tell wonderful stories
Alladin weds princess Jasmine
Prince charming meets Cinderella
Snow White got a chance to live again
What do I say when Disney is at it again?

Is love only for the rich?
Can the poor find you too?
Can an ugly street urchin marry Jasmine?
Can Beauty find you without being lost in the woods?
I think girls with broken hearts would agree too

Love, love is it true you exist?
Or are you a story too good to be true?
Or just a name we call, an excuse,
When foolish things we say and do
Even when we say, I do


END
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

DOWNPOUR

Joshua meador rainy windy day Shivering branches scares fleeing birds Waving clothes seeks The cozy corner of a wardrobe Palm trees block against the wind The sky pulls a curtain of blackness Fleeing kids, jumping Josh jams James Litters of rubbish terrified by drops Groaning doors and clapping windows Closing doors closes stalls Noisy roofs and flowing streams Across the street we see a wetting floor Speaking sky yells out thunder Fright and comfort Cool and noise Just another wet day on a suppose Sunday Paul Aremooluwa Copyright Content       2016 Next Poem
Post a Comment
Read more

THE SISTERS KEEPER: THE EMOTIONAL DUTY

"...W e have brothers who are emotionally dead, having suffered a deathly “Stroke” in their feelings, incapable of sensing the feelings of others. As a result, Christian marriages and relationships is one of the most challenging ones not because of spiritual attacks but because we are emotionally deformed. " The phrase “Sisters Keeper” certainly doesn’t appear on the pages of the Bible. But I guess you’ve got a knack of all it’s about. It suggests being sincerely concerned for the state of being of female folks. In this context, I write strictly to the church of the Living God. On second thoughts this should have been titled, “Letter to insensitive brothers.” Let me indulge you for few seconds. Why do Christian sisters fall victim to deceivers? Why would they prefer to marry outside God’s fold? Why does it seem their heart is with God’s family but their eyes are ever wondering into the world (as it seems)? Why is there such an exploitation of your sister and my sister...
Post a Comment
Read more

STORY: A DIARY OF TWO STRANGERS CHAPTER 2

... I turned my back on her exiting the scene, she had first grabbed at her chest, seeming to rip out her heart but grabbed her stomach rather, as if to bring a child out of it, like an evidence to refute my last words. She went down on the floor with a howling cry. I could care less if she wept... I banged the door so loud, the neighbours should have jumped out of bed… but they didn’t ... T hinking about it in this lonely park, I resented this night, “why did I have to come home tonight?” I said out loud.
Post a Comment
Read more