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
Copyright © Babatunde Sheriff-Balogun | Year Posted 2017
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