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825 · Aug 2020
If this is Love
Daniel Albright Aug 2020
A Poem: If this is Love

If this is just a feeling, I can't tell
If it's infatuation, I can't spell
But one thing keeps ringing deep down in me
That, if this is Love, then I'm the happiest me

I know I may not be perfect
I know I may not be able to write you a tercet
But please don't forget that I still love you
When that word, love, is preached your memory comes to mind anew

I'm out of words to describe your steadfastness
I dream of your beautifully coloured goodness
I refuse to accept this as infatuation
It's vivid, it's evident and needs no investigation

If this is Love, then I pray it comes true
This one is above my Achilles heel I tell you
It's as if our encounter should never die
I've been hiding this, my Dear I would not lie

© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.
277 · Jan 2021
O give us Homes
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: O give us Homes*

O give us Homes
With father's who are loving
Where love has a mansion, and everyone is caring
Where communication breeds
And our fathers dont have greed

O give us Homes
With children who are obedient
Where fathers give each child a respect that's not transient
Where love is stronger than our selfish gain
When husbands learn to love their wives, when in pain

O give us Homes
Where laughter is a King
Not a frowned face cooked in a strange boiling ring
Where understanding has a room in every heart
Not where, fathers don't even want to consider their children's heart

O give us Homes
With obedient husbands
Not a heartache to the wife's soft sand
Where love drives fathers to look for a good job
Not where laziness, rules the man, and he's not angry at its mob

O give us Homes
Where judges won't settle matters
Where love would keep us together, and nothing else would scatter
Where the husband respects the wife, and vice versa
Where the Holy Spirit dwells, and the absence of the wife, makes the man miss her

O give us Homes
Filled with love and understanding
O give us Homes
Where respect for everyone is standing
O give us Homes
Where happiness is not lacking.
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
242 · Aug 2020
A Cry for Love in our Homes
Daniel Albright Aug 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.
110 · Aug 2020
An Ode to Poetry
Daniel Albright Aug 2020

Older than the ones after
More beautiful are your cluster
You teach me the only way to catharsis
Penning down everything in meiosis

Today the world respects you
Thy inspiration and the honor that is due you
In criticism, correction, exposition and ecstasy
You've finally become my fantasy

I thought thee to be a hard nut
But thy exposition has tied us with a knot
Keeping me under thy tutorship
Oh! Thy beauty is worth the worship

In parables sometimes thou art written
To confuse the amateur with meanings hidden
Thy love is in between my knees I confess
You've given me this prowess.

©Daniels Pen™2020
All Rights Reserved.
97 · Oct 2020
My New Bloodline
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.
75 · Nov 2020
I need a wife
Daniel Albright Nov 2020
A Poem: I need a wife (A Duet)

I need a wife
Who really loves me
Not a lipsinger zipped up in a smiles key
Who's going to be patient
Who understands my anger is always transient.
Daniels Pen ✍️

I need a wife,
Who will will not be a knife,
One who can be with me in deficiency,
A wife who will look into my inner eyes and say I love you.
One who'll laugh even in pain.
The Holy Poet™✍️

I need a wife
Not a gossip
That'll design my home with strife
I need a wife with a controlled lip
A woman with a stiff upper lip
Daniels Pen ™✍️

A wife of proverb 31 is all I need,
One who can make provision even from afar.
One who can take me to the ***** of the most high,
Making sure my faith sustains
Like Hannah her prayer life will be.
The Holy Poet ™✍️

I need a wife
Not a talkative
A wife who will not tear my heart with hateful words penknife
A woman, to whom, disagreement is a plaintiff
A woman who'll help me and is creative
Daniels Pen ™✍️

I pray my wife is presently writing a poem
I pray she is not in beer parlour.
I pray she didn't put on *** shot.
I pray she is in church praying for me.
I pray all this criteria will be found in her.
The Holy Poet ™✍️
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️

©The Holy Poet✅ 2020.
74 · Jan 2021
The Heart of a Woman
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: The Heart of a Woman*

They are unique in a way
I've come this far to say
Though, hearts exist without Christ and conscience
But the heart of a Godly woman has a ventricle filled with patience

I call them, "Complex Computer"
'cause God made their system a special theatre
Indeed, this Designer is a Great Scientist
God has webbed them that way, in His fist

She has an aorta filled with Grace
To bear all that comes with life's race
Her ventricles of care flows
Like the sea in the cool of the night against all billows

She has a focus that's powerful
The lens of her heart is fixed on things that are wonderful
Emotionally stable, Mentally alert and Spiritually alive
Strikes a perfect balance for every Godly woman's life

A heart that hates truancy
She keeps fighting, never resorting to complacency
The shock absorber of her home
A pillar of the home,  stronger than the soldiers in Rome

The heart of a Woman, if treated right
Would produce fruits that'll keep you smiling in loves flight
The heart of a Godly woman
Is the rock on which her home stands and her man.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
67 · Jan 2021
In the River of Mentality
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: In the River of Mentality*

In the river of Mentality
Where ideas are of different heights
Their starture May differ, but for them we would fight
Where notions and beliefs are measured in our brains city

In the river of Mentality
Some view social life as devilish
And others view faithfulness as selfish
Where our views of life keeps us in our sentimentality

In the river of Mentality
The word love is Sinful
To those sanctimonious, yet harmful
In this river, where our views may bring to our hearts, detrimentality

In the river of Mentality
Where our views keep us bound
Or makes us abound
Where the rich are made and the poor in its incidentality

In the river of Mentality
Where our beliefs determines our rate of maturity
Where our eyeglass to life leads us to mediocrity or seniority
Where our lives lie in our desires fatality

In the river of Mentality
Where we determine which boat drives our destiny
Where the mature mind comes out with a testimony
And the naive, myopic, descends in its sick agility

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
62 · Jan 2021
Bleeding Heart (A Duet)
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: Bleeding Heart.*(A Duet)

Bound so strong by loves cord
I placed my heart in your word
I never knew you'd cut that heart
I trusted you, but you sold my heart.
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2021.

Stars and moon were our love witnesses,
The beautiful moments we spent besides each other,
But you decided to cut my heart into pieces,
My heart is in Soo much pain.
©Sophycynthiapoetry ✍️✍️ 2021.

I cherished you
You sold me like the Jew
My heart bleeds in sorrows state
You've disstabilzed my brains state.
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2021.

Wish I saw the light on this,
Never thought on letting us go,
Until you decided to wound an innocent heart,
Remain unable to bail my heart out.
© Sophycynthiapoetry 2021.

You loved other's
Left my heart to obey sadness orders
You shared, what I thought was mine, alone
You've cut me deep with unfaithfulness cone.
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2021.

Why did it have to be me?
To bear all this painful marks,
All across my innocent self,
Broken and shuttered I remain.
© Sophycynthiapoetry ✍️✍️✍️ 2021.

Sorrow has been my companion
Regrets have been made in my heart, a champion
Love is no more a true philosophy
My heart is in a *** of catastrophy.
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2021.

Defined love like an egg,
Once broken can't be fixed,
That's how you left my heart,
Broken not to be fixed,My bleeding heart it is.
© Sophycynthiapoetry 2021.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ and
© Sophycynthiapoetry✍️✍️✍️ 2021.
62 · Jan 2021
The Quest for Beauty
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: The quest for Beauty*

Attention is not something to look for
When your life defines beauty, you'd be sought for
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
But beauty goes beyond what your face holds

Throwing things down before men
In hypocrisys cloth to get attention from men
Beauty is more than your hips
A beautiful lady has a stiff upper lip

Looking seductively,
Talking in lusts shoes, and walking cowardly
All in a bid to get him make a comment
Beauty on the outside is only for a moment

Fighting to be a cynosure of all eyes
It's a foolish job sometimes, for the little minded in size
Beauty is more than what you think
Time would come, and all these would sink

I opine that Beauty lies in God
If He rules your heart with loves rod
His beauty makes you not to be myopic
I speak the truth and am not cynic

I advise that, in the quest for Beauty
Our attitude, should be our duty
To ensure that our beauty speaks from within
True beauty indeed, comes from within.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
55 · Aug 2020
The Tongue
Daniel Albright Aug 2020
A Poem: The Tongue

A little member it is
Caged inside a-32-gate with lips
Made only by the Unique Creator
It's use has numerous gladiators

It helps in food digestion
But it's harm can cause ejection
It has a gate without padlock
Only God holds it in His Handlock

Attitude is what fast tracks or slows down it's movement
In some, who find it's harm a good pavement
Who delight in using it to destroy
In them does foolishness employ

The fruit of the heart is what it looks at
When enunciating, devilish and heart breaking lines in part
Expecting exaltation, they progress in it's pit of degradation
Blinded by wickedness, they backstab without a good conscience visitation

It is also useful to preach
But only for those whose tongues God has made a breach
Limiting it from destroying as it ought to
Take your tongue to Him and things will turn around auto

It is used by men and women
But how it is used lives in attitudes rumen
It sets ablaze and brings together the peace that has been for long
The special, reddish, U- shaped, beautiful tongue.

© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.
Daniel Albright Sep 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.
53 · Aug 2020
Daniel Albright Aug 2020
My first duet

Daniel and Desire

A Poem: Sanity

Where has morality gone?
In the pit of money it's gone
This generation has lost its sanity
Oh! Who would bring back integrity?

Integrity! Isn't that the most strangest word today?
In a world where corruption fights corruption
In a world where morality has been misinterpreted
And humanity turned upside down

Integrity has been swept under the carpet of popularity
Honesty has now been replaced with currency
Oh! Chinua Achebe prophesied this in his heart
Things indeed are fallen apart

I come from a unique specie
Where the head blames the leg for not walking fast
And the legs blame the head for not calculating fast
Where the blame game is now the order of the day

Nakedness is now a norm
Immorality has taken a new form
Even in the Sanctuary it is done
The fear of God has now gone

Sanity has become a long gone word
Insanity has become a watchword
Doing things rightly has turned sour, I too delight in the insanity
To be a good person, no go make yawa no burst.

© Daniels Pen ™ and Adnny Writes✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
48 · Jan 2021
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: Priceless*

Good character maybe bought
Through hypocrisys temporary market when sought
Yet one thing is priceless
True love is sizeless

Certificates expire
Men from work retire
But one thing remains and is not lifeless
True love is ageless

Buildings grow old
Animals get cold
Some of which seems useless
True love is faultless

Trees wither away
Men, sometimes may not pray
Even robots, sometimes are tired when wireless
True love is tireless

Money is visible
A beautiful sky scrapper is possible
Yet one invisible that is not fruitless
Is the love that is eyeless

Good health, money may buy
When life is no more, money will fly
Yet one thing remains forever priceless
True love indeed is priceless
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
46 · Sep 2020
Swapped my Love
Daniel Albright Sep 2020
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.
42 · Jan 2021
Broken Promises (A Duet)
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: Broken Promises (A Duet)*

You said I'm your world
Now like a snail you've curled
You said you love me
But your heart never knew me
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️

Regina to the world!
Shattering your promises with a sword,
You whisper the term 'fondness' to my ears,
Now everything is out of air.

You promised to keep your eyes on me only
Now your words are not true but lonely
Your words kept you in my hearts ecstasy
I always thought you'd forever be my fantasy
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️

Memories of those utterances never stop resonating,
When you vouched to bring down heaven stars to my room,
But zoom!!! They all evanesce in doom,
And your lust love got lost.

I fell in your hands like Othello
I loved the way you called Senorita, I sang Cabello
You were my waking thought
I never knew you'd break this nut.
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️

I fell head over heels for you,
But like a mango tree, you fell out,
You dressed me in borrowed robes,
Broke your oats and sending me out of your love-drobe.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ and
42 · Aug 2020
Are you still there?
Daniel Albright Aug 2020
POEM TITLE: Are you still there?

Born into a planet out of galaxies
Borne out of the need for a heir not levities
I see myself in a great despair
Are you still there?

When the reason for my living is questioned
And my heart in sorrow deepened
When my life sees no air
Are you still there?

My joy is short-lived sorrows overwhelming
Tears overflowing my heart rejects calming
Situations around me remained unfair
Are you still there?

Poverty is becoming a pandemic
My hard work fruitless and anaemic
Yet needs at me stare
Are you still there?

I searched for love but I found it scarce
Marriage to me became a farce
In a family where love is rare
Are you still there?

When the "Why" gets too much
And I begin to loose hope at such
I just couldn't figure out where
Are you still there?

Truth it is you are Almighty
But when the "Why's" become so mighty
And the tears no hand can clear
Are you still there?

Powers exist but a fictional book tells us
A supreme being is the strongest and precious
When powers seem to stare
Are you still there?

When thoughts of death flood upon my head
And depression over takes me on my bed
When hope is no more there
Are you still there?

When love is sought for and found minute
And my heart couldn't negligence dilute
When love seems not to be near
Are you still there?

©Daniels Pen™2020
All Rights Reserved.
39 · Jan 2021
The Confused Crazy Man
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: The Confused, Crazy Man*

Pursuit of goals and vision
Should be every Man's mission
Though, women are to be secondary
Some men, have turned them primary

He fell in love with Angela
He said, she was his bonjela
He fell in love with Chidinma
He exclaimed that she melted his life's rock into magma

He fell in love with Vivian
She taught him to be a Christian
He fell in love with Princess
She fought so hard to remove from his life all sorts of nonsense

He's confused
Trying to use one key to open many doors that are not fused
You want to access all the rooms
You'll see your doom

Finally, he saw beautiful Rachael
He forgot that he dropped a foetus with Mitchell
How can he have rest?
When he was crazy in lusts quest

Crazy is the Man
Who never cleaves to one woman
Confused is the Man
A he-goat in the cloth of a man

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
38 · Mar 14
A Poem: Rapunzel (A Duet)

A parcel of good virtues
A blessing to the world,
Sealed up in parents issue,
From the lessons of life, hurled.

Finding solace in the noise of the street,
From the serenity of my room.
Observing the masses from the comfort of my suite,
Has always been the pattern, the next day I resume.

I feast on the books at home,
Enjoying the soothing sound of silence,
No 'hi' to any friend I have in Rome,
Enveloped in the evil- is- always-outside incense.

I only know what's inside this box,
Silence, Depression, Darkness, and Padlocks.
I want to know what's outside this box,
Delight, Hope, Ecstasy, and the 'hawk'.

Sealed up in the veil of discipline,
Exposure to growth stolen from me,
Hidden beauty is on silence line,
At times, religion makes the world get out of the key.

I'm protecting you from the wrong crowd,
This is the song I hear all day long,
But that's not enough reason to keep me bound,
Mother, for how long?
Stop painting the world with a bad brush,
I'm tired of viewing the universe through your eyes,
I've suffered this much,
It's about time I said my goodbye.

Naivety is birthed in overprotection,
Stop hiding the truth from our damsels,
Stamp out evil thoughts and fears and let life help mold me to perfection,
I'm sorry, but I can't remain a forever bound Rapunzel.
©Daniels Pen™ And ©Tunisworld✍️✍️✍️5th March 2022.
38 · Nov 2020
Gifted Hands
Daniel Albright Nov 2020
A Poem: Gifted Hands

Every breathing human being has a gift
I speak not as a yeast in a forklift
So, please don't let your gift drift
Grease it and cherish it and it, lift

Gifted Hands that write
Do so with all your might
Gifted Hands that draw
Polish that and don't let a flaw

Gifted voice that sings
Don't hide in shyness ring
Gifted legs that play
Never let the ball stay

Gifted brains that design
Never let your ideas resign
Gifted Hands that mould
Never let it get cold

Gifted Hands that weave
Never let the spindle leave
Gifted Hands that wash
Expect yourself in moneys wash

In every hand is a key
A key that'll from poverty set you free
Discover it and experience freedom
Polish it and have your kingdom.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: The Shoes we'll leave*

Our lives are books
Made of what our attitudes cook
Our lives speaks volumes of us
Than our words no matter how precious

As a father, that's conscious
Who understands loves principle and is not copious
I'll leave the shoe of love
For my seeds to soar above

As a teacher that's teachable
Who loves to see his students on riches table
I'll leave the shoe of love and humility
The way up is down in riches city

The shoes we'll leave on Earth
Can give our seeds life or death
The footprints of our legacies
Can determine our futures state of ecstasy

Mothers, aunts, nieces, uncles and nephews
Everyone should leave a shoe that's new
That'll catapult our seeds to the pinnacle of Affluence
Not a spoilt shoe that'll keep them in poverty's influence

Do good, make someone happy
Help the helpless and don't be a selfish puppy
Goodness is the shoe that leads to Greatness
The shoes we'll leave behind determines indeed, our happiness.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
37 · Oct 2020
If I ever stop writing
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.
36 · Jan 2021
Poverty: A Crime?
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: Poverty: A Crime?*

Opening my eyes to see,
I never had a choice to make,
What family and country to be,
If I had the power, I'd poverty rake,

I found myself in a home,
Though, happy, but not swimming in affluence,
We are managing, with little, or not, enough for a vacation in Rome,
Yet, I believe that one day, I'll have influence,

We lived in a thatched house,
Grew up in a poor home,
My Dad, tried his best on hardworks blouse,
We refused, to others,be cumbersome,

If I had the power,
I'd change the present fortune,
If I had the power,
We'll all forget all misfortunes

I hawked for food,
Sometimes, I helped the bricklayer,
We used a cloth from childhood,
Till we were grown, to enjoy riches was our prayer

So, why treat us like rags,
Like we don't exist,
Like we're carrying the criminals bag,
Why blow us with hatreds fist,

If our misfortunes was inherited,
Could we change it without prayers?
Even, after some prayers, we're still low spirited,
We just pray and keep hope alive in loves layer

If our being poor is a crime,
Do we now, vanish into space?
We believe our riches, would come with time,
Your pace of success is not our own pace.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2021.
36 · Jan 2021
Priceless pt 2(A Sonnet)
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: Priceless pt 2 (A Sonnet)*

Many skirts exist on this planet,
I'm not after the chubby or the one with a brunette,
Not for a queen that will give me a quintet,
But for that one who understands me,
Ever, ready to help, lift and bless me,
Not a gold digger in lusts suit,
But that one that'll help me in my life's pursuit,
I found a girl,
Who didn't let my future birl,
A bonjela that soothes my pain,
I promise, my love, I'll always remain,
More precious than a jewel,
A friend who's not cruel,
Indeed, you're a princess that's Priceless
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
36 · Jan 2021
A Cry For Recognition
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: A Cry for Recognition*

Our father land and place of abode
Filled with a bunch of greedy toads
We cry day and night in sufferings attire
Yet it's as if there's no prayer, and no fire

The poor are almost licking the dust
Love is not in their hearts 'cause its gone rust
The land flowing with innocent blood
When will you hear us, O God!

You promised not to leave your own
Your servants are slaughtered by devils that are known
Vigils, fastings and yet they're still there
God, please, come over here

We're like a tiny finger rising in a large sea
Not recognized by even, the nearest friend, nor the scary sea
We're like tiny ants on the sand
Lord, we plead that you hold our hands

Mercy, Lord we plead
Let our land and homes your eyes see
Lead us through life's troubled sea
Let your fear in our leaders be

Open your ears to our prayers
Let us hide in your loves layers
Hear us, Lord in deep contrition
We cry Lord for your Recognition.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2021.
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: If Death Knocks (A Sonnet)*

Life is short and anonymous
Live your life for God, not for self
Live in His Fear and don't be pumpous
If death knocks you'd not be in yourself
If death knocks, will your house be organized?
If death knocks, will your heart be right?
Sudden, it maybe and get us surprised
Will you be taken in Heavens flight?
Riches may offer you comfort
Death, will all that distort,
Living like the King of life
Its a foolish stride
When breathe seizes, you can't strife
When the boat of death comes,
will you enjoy it's destinations ride?

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2021.
34 · Nov 2020
I wish I had a Father
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.
A Poem: Can Death Stop the Pain? (A Duet).*

Can death stop the pain
Can death stop the pain?
The sorrows, tears and the hate?
Lying six feet beneath, would I be saved from this very heat
All alone, having no ounce of hope, would you let me elope?
Elope with death because that's my only aid

Can death take the pain,
When life's scourge smells like death,
And being human gives me pain,
When I don't possess the supernatural,
And can't change the hand of time,
To make one rich or break austerity cultural,
Can death lessen the pain a dime?

Can death stop the pain
I'd love to go with death, side by side
But what would I gain
Faced with ill luck, all I want to do is to give up
Alone in my grave, would it put smiles on mum's face
It'd ease my pain, imagine dad's fate?
It'd be that of sorrows, grief and a whole lot of sadness.

Can death stop the pain?
My wistful heart wonders in confusion,
When bad circumstances keeps falling like rain,
And challenges challenge one to frustration,
When even the poor ant feels the heat
Of the same sun that bites the people of ostentation,
When the drum of life changes its beat.

Can death stop the pain
Yes it goes a long way
I'd be from all the pains, everyday
Grief, tears and sorrows would be mum's fate
Tears all over
Her nine months gain left within the speed of light
Leaving nothing but memories for her to hold on to
Dreams shattered, hopes scattered
What joy does one derive from burying her child?

Can death stop the pain?
When hopes time seems so long,
And my lifeline is as red as Cain,
When all around swims in the wrong,
When situations become stubborn like a goat,
Can death change the state of things?
Can death stop pains boat?

©Daniels Pen™ ✍️✍️13th February, 2021.

©Chi Chapters™✍️✍️✍️
34 · Jan 2021
How Long?
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: How Long?*

Today on the mountain,
Tomorrow in the valley of sin, so strong
Consistency with God, I can't maintain
Conquered by sin, I cry, How Long?

I tried by my power,
Yet its force is more than my tongue,
The more I tried, the more I went lower,
O! The rapture is near, my fearful heart wonders, How Long?

This ******* is above me,
"Lord, Forgive me" is become my song,
Lord, I'm fed up, but please, look upon me,
Days are going, I wonder, How Long?

Self-management couldn't savage,
I keep dancing to sins gong,
The adamic nature, Lord, will me, ravage
Death is drawing near, I cry, How Long?

Like a caged pigeon,
I've been singing, the freedom song,
Yet, I remain in that cage every season,
Others are growing, but here am I, I cry, How Long?

Like a football,
I'm tossed to and fro, by satans throng,
Lord, Please hear my call,
O! Dear Lord, How Long?

I cry day and night,
I try to rise but sin holds me with its tongs
I can no more behold, O Lord, your sight,
Have mercy Lord, How Long?
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2021.
33 · Jan 2021
I'd Never Regret
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: I'd Never regret*

I've met a lot of people,
Through lifes rugged road,
But you've always been a good eagle,
That has carried me amidst your minds load.

Trapped, treated poorly, despised,
Yet you never left me,
Depressed, defamed , slandered,
Yet your heart is in me.

Your words of encouragement,
Moments we spent with each other,
Coming like the cool breeze of the night, in total agreement,
You wash away hopelessness with your words lather.

Other's may try to distract me,
Fighting to get me deterred,
But none has done, a half of what you've done for me,
I refuse to from you, be whirred.

Sometimes, I sit and renumerate,
I bless God for bringing you across my life's maths set,
Your good deeds not just for me, I can't enumerate,
You breathed hope into me, indeed, meeting you is what I'd never regret.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2021.
33 · Nov 2020
Behind the Proposal
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.
32 · Feb 2021
Secret Desire
Daniel Albright Feb 2021
A Poem: Secret Desire.*

My face itches at your presence,
My heart has, for you, burnt incense,
I feel at home with you,
But this you never knew.

On the bed of thoughts I lay,
One day let's be together, I pray,
I kept hugging my pillow thinking it's you,
I really desired you.

My arm, when life almost made me armless,
My mind made an album of a couple that's harmless,
I sent bible verses, just to contact you,
You're the first on my hearts queue.

Stroking my knees together in a way to blush,
I didn't just want to rush,
Sending bible verses in a chameleons garment,
Now I can't tergiversate or lament.

My Dearest, this is not, "Lori iro",
My heart has your mirror,
This feeling is really beyond a crush,
Your acts of love,my mind can't flush.

Like a dream come true,
The one I admire, comes in with loves shoe,
Then no more to blushing, I retire,
I'll confess, you've been my secret desire.
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️ ✍️ 25th Feb. 2021.
31 · Jan 2021
Who writes?(A Nonet)
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: Who writes?( A Nonet)*

When other poems and muse are evicted,
When your heart did least expect it,
When He wants to use the pen,
His Spirit gives you lens,
Out of the useless,
The world's speechless,
When He grips,
Who writes?
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2021.
31 · Sep 2020
Perifano ánthropoi
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.
29 · Oct 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.
29 · Nov 2020
I want to be a Father
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.
29 · Dec 2020
Unbreakable Hearts
Daniel Albright Dec 2020
A Poem: Unbreakable Hearts*

Like the cold in the night
It gripped me tight
After we saw ourselves in each other's eyes
Our hearts dropped hypocrisy and its lies

Like the snail glued to its spittle
We're glued in loves tickle
Like the stain from the fluid in the cashew fruit
Your acts of love are always on my hearts suit

It's as if the world revolves around us
Blinded, obsessed and overtaken by this feeling, so precious
Ever since we met, our hearts has got a pink face
No challenge can create between us, a space

This tie, formed by love can not be broken
Due to fondness token
Faithfulness leads the way and all condiments of love
As indispensable as the air we breathe, so are we to each other in the city of love

Seasons may come and go
Tides may rise and fall in its ego
This bond has come to keep, forever our hearts
Passion has made our hearts, unbreakable hearts.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
28 · Aug 2020
Greek Love
Daniel Albright Aug 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.
28 · Jan 2021
Speechless pt 2
Daniel Albright Jan 2021
A Poem: Speechless pt 2*

The labour of our heroes past
Are all gone into a heartless bomb blast
The beautiful nation we knew
Has been decorated with heartless soldiers in satans curfew

When I hear tidings
Tidings that sends my heart crying
I just begin to wonder
When would the green land be a beautiful wonder?

Bribery at its beautiful peak
Falsehood in the leaders bag that doesn't leak
Smiles of wickedness on my TV screen
Predators in the cloth of a prey, they have been

Tears can't change it
Protests can't stop it
When there's a little pressure
They reluctantly, temporarily wear the cloth of Christ in a measure

Falz can't stop them
Davido can't change them
Only one person can
God, He only, Can

In the River of my sorrow
I decided to, from the Rock, some water borrow
No one can change these Kings that are heartless
So, I retire to the Rock and remain Speechless.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️2020.
27 · Aug 2020
A Cry for Freedom
Daniel Albright Aug 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.
27 · Nov 2020
I need a Husband
Daniel Albright Nov 2020
A Poem: I need a Husband (A Duet)

I need a Husband
Who will not take me as his *** toy
But will understand me and I will not coy
Who knows I have dreams and ambitions and will not them, foil
©Daniels Pen ✍️ ✍️✍️

The dovish personage I covet for
Rugged and agile like an eagle
Let my hand in your hand
And journey round the planet, the coast of life with oneness
© Divine Pen ™✍️✍️✍️

I need a Husband
Who hides nothing in hypocrisys band
Whose conscience is in God's hand
Whose heart really admires me in loves land
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️

As the deer pants for the water
My heart longs for your lambent presence
Wise and brave like a faithful dog
Baptizing me in the river of fondness
© Divine Pen ™✍️✍️

I need a Husband
Not a centurion who commands his band
A man on whose lips the truth got a land
A man whose attitude meets God's demand
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️
I need a Husband with a gold standard
Love personified with a decorated heart
Devoted like a mother, you'll be the moon
That illuminate our path I pledge my love to you.
© Divine Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️
26 · Aug 2021
Daniel Albright Aug 2021

Wandering around this desolate life
With nothing on the strings of my heart,
Through the footprints of my carriers,
I was oriented on the need to trend on the path of peace and not of briers

At a point in my diary,
It dawned on me
I lost to the way of unwary,
I discovered that my pole pointed to the city of destruction,
I cried bitterly, I needed a hand to save me from its consumption.

After days of sacrifice and self denial.
A treasure was given to me and upon me was poured integrity's vial,
I was given a living conscience and a companion who never fail,
Survived like a relic, solid like a nail.

My life spoke good about me, a light unquenchable,
Till my flesh began to bring before me what was on its table,
I shunned at first, but my heart had changed its latitude,
Like a two faced coin I had two life's, I had dual attitude.

At the voice of every warning bell,
I tried to bring my lost self back from backwardness cell,
Unfortunately, the force of its enticement held more grounds than my beliefs and orientation,
Gradually,I begin to fall like a tree! I fall without recognition.

The nature of my fall was unfathomable,
In various aspects of my life I wasn't stable,
Oblivious of the treasure I'd lost,
I live in the delusion of the powers cost.

My conscience was sealed with an impenetrable rod,
The instincts I had against evil was chewed like a cod,
I misled my followers by my frivolous desire,
I lost the treasure! I lost the fire.

I couldn't do it right, graceless and I wasn't docile,
Nerves of goodness changed to aphrodisiac nerves that were mechanically controlled and mobile,
The garment of integrity was taken away,
Self-management was employed, yet my heart knew, the treasure has been taken away.
©Daniels Pen™ 26th April, 2021
26 · Dec 2020
Daniel Albright Dec 2020
A Poem: Graced*

My life has been on the Rocky path
Challenges stood like Goliath of Gath
Hope was distant and my life moping
God gave me a friend that kept me hoping

I was an amoeba
Confused and sick, I was given a Bathsheba
Disorganized and down, you came and lifted me
You're really a help meet for me

I was a snail
You made me smart and cut laziness tail
I had some imperfections
You endured that, and changed them to perfections

I'm grateful and absolutely speechless
All my worries, you've helped roll away and I'm no longer cheerless
I'm now swiftly growing apace
Indeed, I'll say, since you came into my life, I've been Graced

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️ ✍️. 2020.
26 · Sep 2020
Better a Widow.....
Daniel Albright Sep 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.
22 · Mar 14

Friendship brings a bond,
Strong and thick like a deeply inked paper,
Where love can't abscond,
And the common ground always gets better.

I was the ink pouring myself on the paper,
When you just poured a little,
We made it thick till you left the paper,
Leaving me with no little spittle.

I painted the skies with pictures of our tomorrow,
Enclosed by an incurred force of attraction,
The hammer of disappointment I couldn't borrow,
Yet you hit me with a metal of disconnection.

We were good friends, I kept building a house for something more,
Till you vanished into space like a ghost,
And peeled off the love within leaving me with a sore,
And burnt the words I kept for our toast.

Our friendship was sweet as honey,
Little did I know that the energy wasn't aided,
Little by little the thick ink kept disappearing as it got sunny,
With time, everything about you faded.

©Daniels Pen™11th March,2022.
All Rights Reserved.
Daniel Albright Dec 2020
A Poem: If only love could have its way

Sometimes, I wonder why marriages fail
Is it dark powers, or the attitude of one that blackmails?
Love are you limited?
You've made me good spirited

Men wear harshness at home
Not a smile for his wife, not a, "Honey welcome"
They have separate rooms
And hatred has brought its broom

With hatred, they visit their children
Crying, but all on a rocks rumen
If only love could have its way
All marriages will on the mat of unity lay

If only love could have its way
It'll break the rock, causing a waterfall in the clay
If only love could have its way
Neglected children will also learn to pray

The rock of negligence
Has fallen on both fathers and children and all are in silence
If only love could be allowed
All the hatred would be swallowed

If only love could have its way
Let love be allowed to in our families stay
And watch the tranquility and joy and happiness it lays
If only love could have its way.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
21 · Aug 2020
I couldn't help it
Daniel Albright Aug 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.
20 · Nov 2020
The Brain Box
Daniel Albright Nov 2020
A Poem: The Brain Box

In every beautiful object
Lies a working subject
In every beautiful home
Is a working, hidden, comb

Sometimes, you admire an achievement
Ignoring the root and oblivious of its aggrievement
We admire a flower
Forgetting how its nutrients struggled for power

Don't praise the beauty
If you've not checked for the brain boxs duty
Don't bring in comparison
If you're oblivious of the achievements Samson

In lifes labyrinth
Don't just admire anything without knowing its plinth
The Brain Box is important
Hence, do not have the brain of the size of an ant
© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
19 · Aug 2021
Daniel Albright Aug 2021
The Face Behind The Pen.*

That face has got some cracks,
Cracks that made him learn,
And severed him from friends that are quack,
The dream becomes a soundtrack.

Sometimes the face is wet,
When tables turn and the pen seems upset
He had to change his mind set,
And grumble about the asset.

At times, the face is blue,
When the wind of disappointment and failure visits his pen,
And blows away the ink
He puts on a face so new,

The face has had some marks,
When that rod gave him ten,
An ugly trauma he disembark
Those marks ignited a positive spark,

With red eyes and a frowned face,
After life has heaped its dung on him like a hen,
He braced up and set a new pace,
A rugged adventure he embraces.

Joyous moments makes the face happy,
Makes him filled, like a big fat hen,
Not allowing a thread of depression make him a puppy,
The face behind the pen.

© Daniels Pen™ 2021.
19 · Dec 2020
A Fixed Heart
Daniel Albright Dec 2020
A Poem: A Fixed Heart*

A free moral agent
That on his heart has a dent
He's a manipulated man
His decisions are always in front of a fan

Life has tossed us all
At some point, we had no one to call
But let all wheels be broken
My heart, from you Lord will not be taken

Poverty poured hot water
Disappointment came in letter
Dejection gave me a crown
Yet, from you O Lord, I won't back down

Futile efforts almost tore me
I struggled to be the better me
People began asking, "Are you sure God is there?"
Sticking to you Lord, is a decision, so rare

Wicked men pushed my face to the wall
Hatred gave a tackle that made me fall
But my eyes are fixed on the Glorious Lord
Though, bound in hopelessness cord

The skies gave no rain
In dryness, I was in pain
Very hard, life shot its dart
One thing is sure, I have a fixed heart.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️ 2020.
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