A Poem: Swapped my Love

I found Love
Like a gold digger I cherished it with the heart of a dove
I never wanted a separator
My parents plan was an alligator


Unknown to my granulated mind
They wanted another queen from behind
I love you my sweetheart with all my heart
I love you like the leaves loves the trees in its cart


Awestruck at the sudden change in arrangement
All my life, my Dear, I've always dreamt of a Loves movement
Between our glued hearts never to be apart
I never knew mum and dad kept an affluent queen in a cart


Away with affluence, I want love
They didn't want my views, they burnt it on a stove
I tried so hard to reach you
Their prowess on my mind made my fatigued fingers fall behind you


They want money, I want loves honey
They want fame, I want a queen, not an attorney
I wish I could turn the hands of time
So, I'll go for the One I love in my prime


Their decision has made me regret
A pain I can't annotate in respects fret
I wish I had no parents
Why should they be the supervisor of my loves rent

I found sweet honey in its comb
They gave me money in its tomb
Ah! I wish you would understand my love
That my parents have swapped my love.

© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.

A Poem: Better a Widow......


Before I put my hand into the ring
I've always dreamt and wished for one thing
To have a man who'd love and cherish me
A man with vision, goal and that can understand me


I tied the knot with ease
Not aware of the character that won't cease
The journey was sweet at the beginning
Things became bitter with the bells of poverty ringing


I talked to him but a rock was he
I had pity on my personal efforts because he became a goatee
I began questioning within, loneliness began flowing like a stream
My past desires and wishes were lost in the present stream



Swimming in self pity
Standing on the fence of divorces city
Hitting my head on sorrows city wall
My efforts, Ah! Are all fallen like Jericho wall


My faith rejects divorce
But the gravity of loves force
Lacking in his worn out character
Has given me a name, Mara, and has taken away laughter


A man wrapped in laziness cloth
No amount of words can change it's worth
With his lips, meat is put into the soup
This makes his children to start thinking of a coup

Oh! I wish I had eyes like the sun
To see into the far east from the Galaxy and with fun
I'll not have even thought of living with a man
It's better a widow than with a lazy man

© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.

A Poem: Happy Birthday to a Boss Diva*

A Friend who held my hand
In whose eyes no problems can stand
One who sees God as Supreme
A Friend who shares in my dream


She held to me even when I was in the dark
One with a love current that doesn't spark
It's true, I may not be Dangote
But my dear, I won't treat you like Antonio Conte


I could still see her shadows even in the darkest of the dark
One whose love is without a bark
The life you live is love indeed as said Gandhi


Sacrificed her all no matter how little
To ensure in worry I don't dwindle
You've really touched my heart
I pray God, we'll never be apart


In the dungeon of hopelessness
Your song of hope in my helplessness
Cushioned me, with faith in God and love for you
That rope that drew me out made me anew


She's a friend to everybody
Her neutrality in friendship needs no study
All Prince Charmings please listen
Happy Birthday to this Princess with a plate of fried rice and chicken

As I'll still bless you
You've really made me somehow anew
Happy Birthday to this Cupid Princess
I wish you long life and happiness


One whose kindness reaches the skies
Whose hand of love even the smallest child sees in her eyes
A Friend with a Five star rating
A Sister without underrating


Became an adult before she turned eighteen
Mature in thinking before she got into the world of teen
Her maturity and understanding has given her this feat
I don't deserve this blessing, I'm humble at your feet


It's your Birthday and I'm glad
You never left me lonely to be sad
As a friend who would never quaver
I say, Happy Birthday to a Boss Diva

© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.

A Poem: Greek Love*

A lifeline was given to me at the nick of death
I was grateful to God but curious
I wondered, who sacrificed this breath?
My curiosity led me to a hand that was vicious


Your reception at first was devilish
My gratitude to you was deep
You didn't want me to know you're stylish
We began to fall into Lovers Leap


I gradually began to fall for you
Your transparency made me fall the more
You finally took the keys to my heart to you
I never knew you were an Iago waiting for the downfall of the Moor

Oh! I poured out my heart to you
I was ready to do all you commanded
I really loved you
I never saw the circle of death that surrounded

Your smile was my happiness
My tears was your greatest delight
Oh! I never knew you were my source of sadness
You release wickedness in a speed of light

I fell into your arms thinking you loved me
Only to fall into the hands of Brutus
I've always thought, you love me
An Othello I am, an Iago were you in status

Love is transparent and without betrayal
Love is sincere and highly respected
But your hand of fellowship needs no appraisal
cause you never loved me as expected


Your sacrifice was designed to pull me down
The time we spent was for you to break me behind
Your aim was to empty my pocket and remove my crown
I never knew this, I thought I saw love in your mind


Through your Judas like terrible style
You've made me not to believe in love
I'm now resting in loneliness file
Instead of being in a pit called, Greek Love.

© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.

A Poem: A Cry for Freedom*

I was born in sin
Caged and held tight by its pin
But I was oblivious of this
When I'm ruled by my fleshly bliss


I sought my praise
Exalting myself and the worldly raise
But held in the cage of sin
I was revolving around its spin


I took the garment of self righteousness
But my Achilles heel held me in its steadfastness
Yes, everyone has an Achilles heel
But I know God can change it still


I desired the things that are hidden
I love to see the ***** pictures of natures forbidden
I thought morality could break me loose
I never knew I was still in its shoes


I fasted and prayed
Yet the stain still stayed
I held personal vigils with crying
Yet in all that, I haven't started trying


I thought I had overcome
But after some weeks I'm found in its pit, how come?
I thought I was free
Now I know I'm still bound by its key


I emptied my bucket of personal efforts
All in a bid to be the person I'd wished to be in victory's forts
Weak and pale I looked like a tail
I lay, helplessly on the ground of captivity looking stale

Lord, please I plead for Mercy
I know I'm not fit, but please remember me and forgive my hypocrisy
Set me loose for I'm weak and tired, ******* in deaths kingdom
Oh! Dear Lord, hear my cry for Freedom.

© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.

A Poem: I couldn't help it*

Life is a stage
I've opened its cage
To find out it's true
The road for me and you


I was sick of depression
On the bed of despair, I lay, under its suppression
You came and lifted me
It's as if you are for me


I thought this to be fake love
I thought you were my crush in crush stove
I deleted you at first
But your thoughts were my thirst

Fighting within me
To ensure I'm not locked with infatuations key
All the fightings were a waste of time
You are a friend truly of my prime


When I thought I could burn you
Your thoughts like fire came anew
Your kindness never left me
My Dearly Beloved, a hand to me


After all struggles within
I saw I couldn't cut off loves fin
I had to pen this for the Princess that's fit
When I discovered, I couldn't help it.

© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.

A Poem: A Cry for Love in our Homes*

Picking up my pen this evening
With an overburdened sad heart deepening
My heart rent into two by man's attitude
My face lost its normal sanctitude


Marriage is meant to beget a home
This I know without going to Rome
But my heart bleeds as I look at things
At the peripheral of situations which causes my eyes to sing


Godly homes exist this I doubt not
Love alone can cleanse a dark spot
In how many homes does love live?
Or are we just a bunch of religious fanatics in hypocrisies hive


Does our children see this?
Or are our homes now a place where cry is?
Where our children don't want to stay
Even with your wife, do you play?


I look at my background and I cry
Sometimes in a bid to shove away, I fly
Love missing at every turn
Sorrow filling my weak heart and making me taciturn


From my Genesis, I saw no love
Except for the ******* that gave me love
Husbands, please, I kneel and plead
Love your wives and let that love lead


Our homes is now filled with distrust
Our husbands now possess love with rust
Conscience sealed, harder than rocks
Deaf to the cries of their children even when they knock


Love and unity are sacked by hypocrisy
The weaker vessel, in a bid to understand your devilish, self democracy
Are now stained with your dirt of hatred
That smiling angel has now become a gloomy sacred


I delight not in the handsomeness of a man
When love doesn't live in him, he's not my fan
I delight not in the bank account of a Prince
When love has been caged and dusty without even a rinse


I delight not in the Big Bible you have
Not in your much preachings with starve
When your heart is the seat of wickedness
Your conscience has been buried in its dreadedness


I delight not in your ***** philanthropy
That God doesn't even recognize as a trophy
When your family is starving and lives in povertys punishment
You make a good name outside only, walking in self righteous pavement


I plead with all young men and women
Please allow love, not money, not wickedness, not lust nor treasures rumen
Let love come alive once again in our homes
I plead on bended knees, out of my cry for love in our homes.

© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.