Biography of Babatunde Aremu
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 life experiences influence my poems a great deal.
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.
They know the truth Yet they tricked the truth They see the truth Yet they are blind to the truth
Open those tight fists Do not hold back Make your palms transparent Release that dime
Do not say I am biase There was a beautiful woman She was the best of all women An epitome of selflessness
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
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
Just A Smile
It may look ordinary But that smile is pleasant To take away those strains Exude that inner joy now
Crazy For Fashion
Birds do beautifully display Their feathers in the skies Lions proudly show off Their brittle hairs in the jungles
When you see a man behaving well People are curious to know his family When a naughty interacts His source is easily identified
Season comes, Season vanishes, Its a cosmic design If the wind is contrary
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
Love For All Season
Its not just love for today Neither is it for this week My love towards you trancends this month It is not an annual love
Because I Am A Special Man
I am a specal man Addressed as a gentleman My posture is calm Inside me is ruggedness
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
My Friend Is Gone
Delivered by two mothers
Ordained to be siaseme twins
Co-joined perchance at nymphs
Cleaving together like the unbroken cords
We climbed moutains together
Taking giant steps to greatness.
We paddled the same canoe
Through the murky waters.
Our dreams were the same,