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Daniel Albright Nov 2020
A Poem: Behind the Proposal*

Sometimes, lifes bitter pill
Will be difficult to peel
Age shining like the hurting sun
Time isn't making you have fun


When a settled life is in the head
Be careful, so as not to loose your head
Marriage is not all life has to offer
So keep a wary eyes on the proffer


For the white conscience proposer
Behind the Proposal lies no impostor
Love and a blissful home in his eyeballs
Hakuna Matata! You'll dance around the hall


Behind the Proposal of the black
Lies the tortoise and the quack
Behind the Proposal lies two roads
Be the wise serpent and not the gullible toad.

©Daniels Pen✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
Daniel Albright Nov 2020
A Poem: I want to be a Father*

I want to be a Father
Who gathers the family together
And has no attitude that'll scatter
Nor ever disagrees with the wife's advice letter

I want to be a Father
With the heart of a Real Father
Not a chicken that'll always stutter
But a lion that would the enemies scatter

I want to be a Father
In whose heart love finds a pillow that's softer
Where agreement and unity goes no more further
Where understanding is the order


I want to be a Father
Whose vision is brighter
Whose humility is stronger
Whose children can be proud of for longer

I want to be a Father
Who's departure from Earth would truly be a loss of a Ladder
To every less privileged, a God lover
A leg to the lame and when it's time to help, as fast as a panther

I want to be a Father
Who's ready to compromise due to loves lather
Who's a true leader
Though, not perfect but is near perfections father.


© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️2020.
Daniel Albright Nov 2020
A Poem: I wish I had a Father*

I wish I had a Father
Whose heart has no iron hammer
Who understands my smile and style
Who's love for his wife and children is not docile


I wish I had a Father
Whose vision doesn't stutter
Who has the back bone of a lion
Not a coward hidden behind an iron


I wish I had a Father
Who's footsteps I'll follow and not quaver
Who's goodness flag is forever high
Who's more of others and none of "I"

I wish I had a Father
Who's heart is not further
Beyond the circle of his home
In who's hands his children can confidently come

I wish I had a Father
That has no stubbornness paper
Who's ear is attentive to both wife and children
To whom an advice is not a Hen

I wish I had a Father
Who puts on loves leather
And for the sake of love, works harder
To ensure his family doesn't suffer

I wish I had a Father
Oh! A dad who's heart is my home and loves his daughter
Loves his mother
And whose presence makes sadness scatter.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
Daniel Albright Oct 2020
A Poem: Pride....

She's beautiful and intelligent
She moves with people of her level in affluence contingent
Who's understanding is shallow
She hates poor boys but loves Prince Marlow

My color is beautiful
I love those who get "kala kala", they mustn't be dutiful
I want those who will take me to Dubai
Spend on me and keep me in "no skin pain" fry


Life is not all about living wealthy
Wealth without experiences that leads to wisdom is *****
Love is not all based on money
Your attitude alone is honey

Beauty fades in a twinkling of an eye
Intelligence is ignorance if not in good attitudes style
Humility is the ladder of Greatness
Pride, Dear Singles, lies only in the house of foolishness.


© Daniels Pen ™ ✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
Daniel Albright Oct 2020
A Poem: My New Bloodline*

My second, my sister from another mother
The hands that didn't let me shatter
The egg shell that never allowed me scatter
The tree that covered me when rain wan scatter

The generating set that powers my Faith in God
The riffle that shot out the gift in me without an officers rod
The friend who never backed down
Even when other friends gave me a frown


I hate to flatter in  stutter
Things I know, are not true in the shutter
But your love for me has given me this spinal cord
You're really sent from the Lord


I now have a new sister
Who's faith in God knows no baby sitter
I have blood bloodlines but this bloodline
Is the heart of my heart, my new bloodline.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
Daniel Albright Oct 2020
A Poem: If I ever stop writing.*

I discovered a treasure
Though, late and hidden in great measure
My life would be without bearing
If I ever stop writing


Though, the writing zeal
Is on the downward road, I know books would heal
This battle I will never stop loosing
If I ever stop writing


The ink of my emotions
Would see no paper to air its notions
My gift would keep sleeping
If I ever stop writing

My pen would never stop inking
As long as I can't stop thinking
My pen to laziness linking
If I ever stop writing

Poetry is the beautiful girl
That set my heart aflutter and made me birl
A succumber I'd be to powers that are fighting
If I ever stop writing

Writing, not just writing nonsense
Writing things that draws sense
No poem is worth reciting
If I ever stop writing.

© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.
Daniel Albright Sep 2020
A Poem: Perifano ánthropoi.*

It's yeast in a warm water
It makes people dance to the tune of a flatter
It lives in the heart of self lovers and praisers
Not just the Igbos, even the Yorubas are its rearers


They feel they're eagles
Hence, they shouldn't give the hens chick a giggle
Not considering that God has put the answer to Lifes riddle
In the chicks brain needle


They reject rebuke
They believe they've known all the books
Relating with their fellow dreaming eagles
They'll descend into prides *** of stubbles


Honouring the affluent
Debunking their myopic, hungry and foolish desires speaking with a voice that is fluent
They are beside themselves and care less for others
Leaving a bad example for others


Money makes them inflated
Money won't take them beyond the grave that would be engrafted
They live under moneys control and in its school of foolishness
Worshipping it and spending it alone in selfishness


They are the mobile, "notice me" sign post
Speaking of every asset in foolishness toast
They live in yeasts swollen coil
They are Perifano ánthropoi.


© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.
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