SCRIBE & INK

POEM: Quest For Country I am a wanderer wandering in a desert of distant land among these deserted tribes. I walk among peddlers of religion and culture, their petty chatter and discordant meddling, these merchants’ sybaritic fiddling of men’s souls, mowing down as they go. Their barter trade and rhetoric banter a baffle to sanity. In this quagmire of riddles I am in search of my country. Where can I find her? The rustling leaves rotting away beneath my feet return no answer. My homeland once called Green, flowing White with peace, was known as hope to many dreams. In this dusty ash now to search, a descending journey to the catacombs of hell itself, may I see my bride, my country, unhurt and alive. To the depths I now descend.

Paul Aremooluwa I swear I could hear heaven applaud. I swear I could hear the angels flap their wings when we first met. When my eyes lit up yours and I sang "I Do!" Up-Down the aisle. When your touch melted my knees and your eyes divulge my inner thoughts. When we prayed for dark nights with no stars, we would gaze at the lonely moon. We taunt it by pointing at it, so it feels jealous in the absence of its sparks, and veils himself with clouds away from us. Oh, the nights you hush the crickets to sing to me.

Paul AremoOluwa D ear 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

I love my daddy's big hands Its like gripping a baseball bat He swings my hands in interlock My eyeballs go up down up down like a bouncing ball I love my daddy's big hands Throwing me up where the wind can't Catching me back when the wind can't Its the only intervals am taller than him I love my daddy's wide palms Scars gave it beautiful markings Tiny little lines across a map They tell me just how hard he works I love my daddy's big smile I gave it to him when I was born Its my first gift to him as his son He says he is proud of me Wrote this poem cos I am proud of him too I love him so much I wish you do Love your daddy the way I do Paul AremoOluwa

  Father you made the stars, So far away we know by sight Though we reach for it we cannot grab It's a reminder of the treasure we have inside Though stars are far away, you never are Your spirit resides in human vessels bound The sound of your love resounds in the depths of our heart The sun is high, its creator down He shines from within, our lives reveal Planets are beyond, where eyes do not reach Our lives are threads unshaken off your grip You bind, you weave, you are the fabric of all being When heavenly wonder we cannot gaze Give us a reminder through eyes that unveils Man is a little, little lower than the angels But he is a recipient of amazing grace you gave And when our little minds stutter, Give us songs each day, So we may praise and remember your name If the stars, planets & sun soon fade God is here, in our heart the only treasure that remains Never fading, never changing upholding us, Though we be of a mortal frame....