I’ve drank wine pressed from Poe-tree
And will never recover from this intoxication.
The source still rush like a new tap
And I still tap from the ever flowing sap.
I’ve plucked from her fruitful vine
That shelters me from the scorching sun of life
And from the rain from washing me out.
Guess what? The taste still lingers in my mouth.
I’m glad still feeding from those fruits joyfully
That gives me energy
To fight the strategy
Of any enemy.
Since then, my Pen has been bleeding ink.
What do you think?
Hey! Please thanks, she needs no sanitary pad
I know what to do, I’m her dad.
I’ll let it flow ceaselessly to parched souls
And let others feed from my big bowls.
I won’t be selfish
Like you’ll do to a dish of fresh fish.
James Jerome Okeme is a native of Okpe Kingdom in Delta State. He is currently studying Geology in Delta State University, Abraka. He developed interest and started writing Poetry in the year 2011. He loves writing, computing, exploring and traveling.