Fur est Arca: Codes and Colon

*Fur est Arca: Codes and Colon*

John F. Buoye 2017


I have a golden jewel

High-priced as it unwittingly fell

Off the muggee’s tender neck

Into my bandit mental wreck.

I am a thief of fine gold

Of precious stones and diamond cold

Ripping and hauling from feminine nape

Down to my bizarre, cold and yearning cape.


Wealth as meek as kind velvet

I fear may never be yours to covet

This all about my box run

As water damaged pipes have borne.

Wealth to the poor and scarce to the rich

Gentleness much like the sand of the beach

These are ornaments of gold and fine silver lining

But into my hands the enduring pearl has fallen.


I am a bandit of golden jewel

My trade so sacred who can tell?

Missy and young, determined and strong

All in my cottage with words I have strung

Thieving, deceiving, relentless in madness

The maiden is mine, with mouth she’ll confess.

Larger and larger; the box of a thief

I’d sing of all it promises to be brief.


*When We Go Home*

John F. Buoye 2017

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Miles of dust in the ears
Cornet’s unleashed dogs pursues the hound’s soul
To the home of the aged and forgotten
Engines, tyres and smoke
All dancing to the journey’s rhythm:
On my way home
The battering sound of incessant bátà
Bleeds the heart of all city blood
Pure as a dove’s gall he shall be After the rites of promise rekindling
Have again been passed.

Eyes brighter than the noon’s sun
Lips in a hurry to bless
Ecstatic arms to the hug
The bastard city child was welcome home
As though his father
Had taken his mother wife.




At the midnight’s toll

The sixth priest pressed through the curious circle

Of men, women, children and the unborn

With heavy screams of spiritual lips

He stormed ancestral heavens

Forcing them all down

Butt-naked, towel loosely hung

Our fathers and mothers came down


Two nights ago

The owls did not stare

The nightingale chewed its song

The prince was murdered

And the king hung himself

After gutting fire on all he had

Child and blessings alike.

Women’s tears flowed as rivers

Wives became endless rivers themselves.


The drums have burst forth

With powerful gin for the ancestral souls


Our gifts of yams and oil

Should with loud voices cry

Out of your fat bellies.

Answer us now!



By Righthand


Trampled upon
Her lips was painted red,
No lipstick can be this thick!
She wants freedom.

He seized her by the neck
Her sharpness is but a tool
Her will is tramped upon, freely.

She bathes in the sea of his ruthlessness and anger
His will her deed
Her silver Innocence stained with red paint.

She is knife, daughter of life and death
Evidence of his wickedness;
The trampled upon.



Papa told me today

That I would soon meet you

I jumped, happy and gay

Praying it was true

I sat with my shadow waiting

Rehearsing my song for you

The sun left, still I stayed watching

Though my impatience grew

Me: Papa are you sure she is coming

Papa: Does I ever lies to you, son?

Me: No, but I have reasons for doubting

Papa: Trust me, likes I do my rum.

As darkness grew I tapped my foot

‘Come soon! Come soon!’ I chanted

Then I heard her knock on my roof

‘Didn’t I told you?’ Papa bragged.



My imaginations painted a picture

That told a lot of stories

It had many desirable features

That has achieved glories

I had an obsession with the fact

That I was coming to a wonderful place

I made myself a pact

To run and win the race

I found in school more than I bargained

And though I thought would be free

Here; many times I have been restricted

To do only what all eyes can see.

Even though with three more years I’ve got no choice

I hope to leave this place and rejoice.









It starts with the gentle wave of the trees

Shaken by the beautiful movement of the breeze

Then the tiny soldiers go pitter patter on my roof

And all I could do is stand aloof


Who could withstand

The beauty of the sky

After the rain uses her band

To make all hearts soar high



The heavens spill her tears

And into a bucket her fears

Her heart wait to wander

In the company of the thunder

Now everything brightens

During the visit of lightening


Who could withstand

The beauty of the sky

After the rain uses her band

To make all hearts soar high