Has Bachelor of Arts, History from the University of Lagos and Master in Managerial Psychology from the University of Ibadan. I have deep interest in writing because it helps me to pour out my inside thoughts and experiences. Poetry is a powerful way of expressing these.I love using Yoruba proverbs to drive my thoughts through.This will be seen in my work. Equally, my christian background and ... more »
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Babatunde Aremu Poems
Ink Is My Blood
I am a poet. There is ink in my blood. I flow through lines As a river meandering its course.
Mr soldier is woken by the beagle Left, right he is marched on by the whistle The sound of the whistle Is a clarion call to duty
There are billions of stars in the sky There are trillions of lamps on earth None glows like the beautiful moon At your uprise the world glows
They know the truth Yet they tricked the truth They see the truth Yet they are blind to the truth
Crazy For Fashion
Birds do beautifully display Their feathers in the skies Lions proudly show off Their brittle hairs in the jungles
Do not say I am biase There was a beautiful woman She was the best of all women An epitome of selflessness
Just Before Dawn
Just before dawn Ere light glows Just as cock crows Before the early morning bell
When you see a man behaving well People are curious to know his family When a naughty interacts His source is easily identified
Open those tight fists Do not hold back Make your palms transparent Release that dime
Just A Smile
It may look ordinary But that smile is pleasant To take away those strains Exude that inner joy now
Because I am A Special Man
I am a specal man Addressed as a gentleman My posture is calm Inside me is ruggedness
A stone cast into the sky Must surely fall down to the earth No matter how greenish the grass is It is a rich delicacy to herds
Angels We Need
Often we gaze into the sky Longing for the descension of the spirit Oblivious of the angels around us We discontence the God-sent in our midst
Time, was, is, be Time, a passing moment Time, a past gone Time, a future yet seen
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Ink Is My Blood
I am a poet.
There is ink in my blood.
I flow through lines
As a river meandering its course.
My blood is ink,
Ink is my blood.
I give life to the depressed
I flow to educate
I flow to enlighten
I meander to caution
I wriggle to chastise
I correct ills in the lands
I flow beyond borders
I flow through out the world.
My ink flows ceaselessly after my departure
It flows to the land I never tread
My ink is my life.
My ink may look ordinary
But it is a potent force.
My ink does not faint
My ink is my blood
So, enjoy the drops of my...