My Great Pen

My great Pen Even when my hands are too weak to write, my mind unrest with worries, my head a lot to carry and my shoulder some burdens to bear, my Pen refused to stop, and on it goes to a #Poetrysoup LEARNERS’ PEN I began like a stick Without much to click Until I started to think I never knew I could be this thick I am a pen Not just an ordinary pen But Learners’ I am a pen All those eyes As frozen as an ice Saw my fingers so wise Melt with such smiles That only joy could rise I am a pen Not just an ordinary pen But Learners’ l am a pen It was going to be a war tomorrow And everyone a sword would buy or borrow But my ink along as I burrow Burying it even before its birth, the sorrow I am a pen Not just an ordinary pen But Learners’ I am a pen Perhaps, you know me not I tie the weak a strong knot And build the great a downfall naught The least battle I never faught Yet, all my enemies generals are cooly caught I am a pen Not just an ordinary pen But Learners’ I am a pen Some are so poisonous Some are so promiscuous Some are sorrowful Some are scornful I am peaceful And my ink is powerful My moves are meaningful And my legs are wonderful My being grateful Is in handful Join me, let’s be thankful And be joyful Learners’ pen is ink tankful I am a pen Not just an ordinary pen But Learners’ I am a pen from: LEARNERS’ PEN, 3, Jumada al Thanni, 1438 (01/03/17) I lock up some poems under poems in akewiagbaye.wordpress.com