Where Does Love Go?

Where does love go
after the thrill of hunting
through jumbles of resentment and 
thickets of fear

After whispered promises under
musical moons during nocturnal pilgrimages
nurturing teeny dreams

Where does love go
After the rites of 'I DO' 
and ostentatious feasting of 
friend and foes

Where does love go
After the ectstacy of dewy nights 
 feverish morn and nauseous noon


Where does love go
when sorrow wrench the heart and 
trouble shred the soul
when tears pour like libation
when crises cripple faith
and raging hormone tear apart a peaceful lair
when couples brag and braww
brawl and brag
and frightened kids become helpless umpires in 
domestic squabbles
when chop money dig galling holes, in 
penuried pockets
and million hands grab few wads
when harried hearts beat discordant tunes and 
suspicion sprout on famished ground
when words are hurled like rockets
and laughter clang like cymbals
when hate filled eyes gush with blood 
and judges gavel inter once bouyant dreams


Where does love go?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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March 5, 2016 at 3:03 PM
Oyedokun, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
A  Avatar
January 7, 2016 at 7:28 PM
OA, enjoyed reading your poem... HUGS **SKAT**
Breidenthal Avatar
November 3, 2011 at 1:26 AM
Beautiful poem I have stumbled upon! Thanks a lot for sharing. :) Always, Laura
Williams Avatar
February 27, 2009 at 1:18 PM
the question maybe never to be anwsered. for it wasen't for me my brother, it shurrly wasen't for me. your voice is amazing. and thank you for sharing your poetry. please read my poems some times tell me what you think
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February 27, 2009 at 12:20 PM
Ovedokun, "Where does love go?" is a question that needs to be answered. I find the image of judges' gavels interring once-bouyant dreams quite compelling. I look forward to reading more of your work. Carolyn
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February 26, 2009 at 1:36 AM
Marvelous language and vivid imagery my friend! A piece that bears re-reading over and over again. Well done indeed! Best wishes, Keith
Devonshire Avatar
February 21, 2009 at 10:25 AM
Oyedokun, I love they way you describe the impact of parents squabbling on their children. "Frightened kids become helpless umpires in domestic squabbles." We live in different countries, but the events you describe in this great work are, apparently, universal! Love it! Carolyn
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