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: 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.

AN ODE TO POETRY

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.

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.

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: 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: 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: 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: 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

My first duet

Daniel and Desire

A Poem: Sanity

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

(Desire)
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

(Daniel)
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

(Desire)
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

(Daniel)
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

(Desire)
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.

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.