I picked up my pen
as I sat in my den
wondering, when
I will write a poem
for a soul.
:
I want to write for that girl,
who thinks today is the end.
I want to write for that boy
who thinks life is toy
that only the rich can lord.
:
I want to write a poem
of the how, the when
and the where
a soul can always have peace.
I was to write for the sick;
for the deceased.
I want to write for the blind,
and those that see at night.
I want to write a poem for a soul.

Will you ever read it?

Steps
They come one after the other
the pain and energy one uses are same
yet they are higher than the other.
They, always, take one above.
:
Pain, twitching of muscles, and sweat
from our body, we emit.
Panting, gasping, and sighing, as we thread,
all crawls out as we proceed.
;
Sometimes, we wish to go back
or prefer a little lift.
Yet we know we must go on.
Our getting to the top,
depends on this our toil.
:
With a head hot from stress
and a joy boiling in the heart,
we look back at the first step and wish we can start again, because now that we are at the top
we know the joy of taking steps
one at a time.
* i wrote this as I was climbing a stair

My Husband...
*Dedicated to flakkydagirl (author of the story ' my husband'* and to all Wives in the world.

Once upon a time
I was lonely
Men saw me as nice,
what a glory!
I enjoyed the number of eyes
that crawled on my body,
but now I am the wife
of my one and only,
My Husband.
:
I am lost in the shadow of his care
and with great submission
I became his help,
no matter the condition
I will remain his friend.
Oh! Yes his all
and his best.
Cos' he is
My Husband
:
I will be by his side,
I will cook for him
I will listen to his plans
because plans are part of men's life.
I will never be angry
whenever he is in fury,
I will always be sorry
whenever I've wronged him
and be ready to forgive him
whenever he has backsliden
and always remind him
'You are,
My husband'.
:
I've heard of heaven
I will follow him down there,
I will pray for and with him,
I will always love him
Just for him, I will learn to be the best cook,
I will give him sweet words,
my call will he receive
even in his dreams.
My leg will be his pillow
when he feels low
my embrace will be a cover
when he is down
my smile will be a reminder of how great he is.
And that he is
My Husband
:
I know men love to win,
I will make sure he wins
all our arguments, in his work,
in his business and the church of God.
In the face of God.
My kiss will not be far from him.
My eyes will be ready to show him
he is the best for me
and with me
cos'
He is my husband
:
I've heard of hell
I will drag him away from there,
I will not nag,
lest his love for me sag,
I will never stay umkempt
lest his eyes search for other beauties in skirt
I will not frown
lest I cause his peace to drown,
I will not refrain from the truth
and never stop giving him my gratitude,
I will never stop showing I care
lest a woman outside take away my share.
I will never stop loving him cos
He is
my husband

BUTTERFLY
Come to me o beauty
touch my skin and me smile happily,
flap your wings and let me feel its breeze,
shake your antenna and let me know it's real.
:
Will you stay with me
because you make me dive to check my soul within,
you remind me of who I am
that the creator is here within.
:
Who can explain your beauty?
Who can understand how you catch our attention?
Who can enjoy the sweetness of nectars.
just like you do with wonders
:
I love to learn of you,
to know I have a bright future like you did
when you were a caterpillar
you still held on to life.
:
I have learn through you
that life is wavy
but who ever wish to be happy will be forever be happy.

Akintayo Akinjide (Divepen).


Written for
11month old Scarlett Johnston, who is seriously ill.

The Web...
Dedicated To Candy...


The design is beautiful,
the spelling, simple.
In real life to start a problem is also as simple.
Steal, fight or cause trouble.
You might even do somethings less evil.
Like killing the daughter of a nobody
then you will know what is happening.
:
The web is a complex thing
which none of its design
can easily be deciphered.
When you are done with your evil thinking.
And bad doings,
Then you tried to get out,
just like the caught housefly.
:
When the sweetness in the web
had decieved you to stay near,
you wish to break free from its clutch.
Death becomes your maid-servant,
whom you send to clean every dirt on your path.
:
You used every means to get out
of the complicated webby life.
Yet, you go deeper into the tiniest part.
Becoming thin like a powerless light.
And wish to get fast out of life.
:
You pray for a miracle,
and even prepare some ambush,
you sacrifice your foods, shoes, and tools
to escape this evil, simple web.
Which refuses to let them that have come near,
ever leave its presence.
,

Divepen:
The Web...
Dedicated To Candy...


The design is beautiful,
the spelling, simple.
In real life to start a problem is also as simple.
Steal, fight or cause trouble.
You might even do somethings less evil.
Like killing the daughter of a nobody
then you will know what is happening.
:
The web is a complex thing
which none of its design
can easily be deciphered.
When you are done with your evil thinking.
And bad doings,
Then you tried to get out,
just like the caught housefly.
:
When the sweetness in the web
had decieved you to stay near,
you wish to break free from its clutch.
Death becomes your maid-servant,
whom you send to clean every dirt on your path.
:
You used every means to get out
of the complicated webby life.
Yet, you go deeper into the tiniest part.
Becoming thin like a powerless light.
And wish to get fast out of life.
:
You pray for a miracle,
and even prepare some ambush,
you sacrifice your foods, shoes, and tools
to escape this evil, simple web.
Which refuses to let them that have come near,
ever leave its presence.
,

Thanks man!