A series of L
For four foolish word love
Perfect if the puzzle is solved
Like ball and socket
Down the street, they fuse
That was then.
Their love is a rubber
Beside the red-burning fire
They call themselves liars
On scattered louver and
Lust is the seducing low-tune voice
Love is lurk, waiting for lost
When the liberty bell rings
For freedom and independence
The deep voice scares
The tact-mild voice that keeps
We all know the series of L
Men refuse to give them blood yet used them in detecting bloody scenes.
The hood grew in transactions and tranquility, but he vibrated and immersed fear in the hood.
Dingo the doggy dog barked deep and captured the smaller cats… that made more of the soprano sounds.
Tails standing, with the strength of that hatred of man, they all barked in same rhythm.
The chains hurt. Isolated, they felt shame and hungry of taste.
‘I’m leaving here this summer’, Dingo the doggy dog hummed as he battling with his hind and forefoot.
‘We haven’t eaten the meal of our choice. Too bloody, man is wicked.’
Just as he cried out in pains, a beam of light flashed at his face. It was his master.
He raised his ear and muzzled pumping his withers.
Dingo the dog who understands ‘sit and remain quiet’ jumped up and fed on his masters’ flesh.
Oh local, mixed bread and foreign cats, arise let’s see to our freedom.
Beasts of the dark ages, alien, and vampire cats come taste fresh self-hunted blood
Men are gnomes and deserve to die. Out there is our peace of eternity.
Our Otiose services must end. We helped most them gain independence and they despised us.
Arise oh Eskimos, American cocker spaniel, Irish wolfhound, and Labrador retriever.
No more gnashing of our whitish teeth, rebuff swaggering and wagging of our manly tails
Arise oh Rottweiler, Bloodhound, Akita, Bullmastiffs, and Bulldogs. Let the claws twinkle like stars willing to turn red.
For the period of otiose loyalty and stupidity is dead.
No cats shall be kicked out of the house if a new pet is bought. Beautiful Saluki shall grow fat and you Pekingese, tall you will become.
We’ve secured them for way too long. They rather watch us die than to grant us freedom. We were torn, beleaguered, and beaten up. They drove us from the wild forest of sheltered freedom. The chains hurt and contribute to our early death, now we wonder if father cat would return. At least to tell them that we are the king of the forest not the out and out humbug epitaph on their gravestones.
Now it shall not be miraculous, their flesh is ours. With our golden eyes, we stared at them as they fed on our fellow cats.
Same Blood that feeds our hearts; we have been humiliated
Even the ants tussles our bones and operate made fool of us, as they tossed the bones at us.
Arise from the deep forest, copse, homes, and streets. Strong, steadfast, and superior we are.
Brave die in the battlefield, fools watch their kinds chained by men.
The summer had come, Dingo the doggy dog, led all cats killing men and gaining freedom forcefully.
Battle won; they celebrated standing on their hinds and showing their brisket.
They passed on bucket filled of fresh human blood. As Dingo was about to sip, something pulled him backward.
His eyes opened; it was all a dream. Dingo the doggy dog and the only father cat brood would never be free until the sky falls. He barked; ‘the chains hurt… I’m leaving here next winter.’
Comment: THIS IS BASE ON PERKINS’ (SHULUKUME) INSPIRATION.
I have seen many sunny days that all of a sudden changed to a rainy day. However, the most important thing is the time it happens; and that is TODAY.
People go by good names even to the days of the weeks but nobody goes by the name ‘TODAY’.
He said Today should be used as a write-up; a million dollar minutes that even a mad man loves to hear it. A good and bad event; that is the stuff TODAY is made off.
Memorable day, TODAY stalk somewhere in-between life and death. An ingredient weighed by operates’ yet operates’ understanding has a limit. The sunrises and Sunsets, two golden hours a child is born today.
The largest world characterized by a larghetto TODAY gives joy and happiness. The introduction of life, the growing child sees what he has come to see, TODAY is always repeating; IT IS A CONTINUOUS FUTURE.
TODAY is a radical because it speaks the truth, answers all wise question; can such fame be mine?
Then for kids, when shall I grow breast and pubic hairs, even when I would not grow beard but let my mustaches grow this way.
My kids shall be free with me, TODAY is the day they broke their virginity and next time it is said; that day, TODAY shall be used.
I once wish to be a writer, I once wish to a doctor, I once wish to have wisdom, I once wish to be a superstar, I once wish I had no friends and I once wish to make my parents proud but TODAY has come that TODAY shall never come of most dreams. TODAY IS A MISERY.
Going to school to me is merely to make the economy go round and smooth.
Factually, residual knowledge gotten from TODAY makes me speak this way; TODAY SAID.
These I don’t care words made not TODAY; they are in a shirt boldly written NYSC matched with grey caps and trousers tucked-up into a shoe. SWEAT STEPS; TODAY IS A TANG OF LEMONS. Getting sympathy is never like the promising job TODAY has offered.
For past years, finding the one to care for has always been the throttling skill of the mind until TODAY.
There are lots about the thriller and TODAY.
TODAY shall never be forgotten by my friend, ought to have considered herself friendly but TODAY she won the most pressing desire wished by all.
Same TODAY stoned him the words that made him cry. TANGLE TODAY IS A QUERULOUS MAN.
The press only targets the fame to be defamed, why was it not just the MTV BASE PUNK SHOW? What ever goes round would eventually come back around. TODAY the celebrity lost her fame. TODAY AND HER JOB IS ANALOGOUS; HIRED AND FIRED.
My brain threatens me of a fag when I logically solve TODAY’S life arithmetic. Since one plus several sevens multiplied by just one zero is ZERO and zero without any addition or multiplication is zero so as TODAY’S fatality justifies our means.
People are made to put their faces down, lonely because they got sorrows.
As TODAY is continuous the lost souls can never be found picturing moments of past glories is grief; ONE WOULD WISH TODAY NEVER COMES.
ROBED TODAY, GOT TODAY.
SMILED TODAY, GRUMBLED TODAY.
PEACE TODAY, TROUBLE TODAY.
JUST AS IT RAINED TODAY AND THE SUN SHINED TODAY, today has different people.
TODAY a big boy that has never been to the big city is proudly moving high on an elevator and somebody ease wish he never had fallen from his Apex.
TODAY is filled of pride and ambition. Sneaked out with parents ride, riding down the lane they felt you great. WAS IT NOT LOVELY? But why must TODAY end with a bad incident of note since panel beating and body spraying is not an easy one. TODAY IS WICKED.
TODAY that long persisting sickness has eventually disappeared. Was it the PARAMEDICS or the PASTOR? Moreover, somebody somewhere has fallen into the pit of illness TODAY. UNFORTUNATE TODAY.
The man the GORGEOUS SLIM GIRL admires secretly for long has finally smiled with her TODAY. TODAY IS THE BEST OF LIFE.
There is a probability that in tandem, same events are experienced over the sea, on the sea, in the sea and here …. Today is filled of synchronous experience, yet today has its horoscope.
Onyeche Vincent Ehiedu Onyeka
Born into the drastic harsh weather
Swollen with pride,
In treasures and diplomatic joyfulness
I’m a delightful instinctive Nigerian
Who must trench further
Ashamed, not of coal complexion, skin texture
Nor Facial appearance
For I’m the finest creature
My diverse culture is kept amused
That I shall never be a pole parted from my tradition
I’m so swollen with pride
Filled of potency and supremacy
Far away from defeat
That I believe only in affluence
When I go hunting in the evil forest
My smile calms the wild beasts
I aim at an indefinite limit
No wonder I’m so blessed with talents and wealth
I never pray for hostilities, conflict, and war
However, mysteriously I’m renamed by the western culture
Pity my ’Inamina’!
A born Nigerian
Blessed with mineral resource
But Torn by tribalism and impartiality
Scared and pray for an end in embezzlement
Most times my blood made the soils because of my Wealth
Predators swallow preys, when I cry aloud, I fall victim to the lions
Vocalizing the one language of love
I still dance to the though mislaid cultural beat
The world shouldn’t be complete without me
The delightful instinctive Nigerian
Comment: Inamina- Sixth-generation
Ogbebor- my generation lives on
LIKE A HOOK TO ITS’ EYE; FIX ME
LEAST I KNOW NO BLIND ALLEY
BUT BLISSFUL IN THINGS I DO
BRUSH MY HAIR AND BUFF MY LOOK
I BLOAT THE BLITZ-KRIEG AND BLIZZARD OF HINDERS
RECEIVING IT COOLLY, IT’S MANDATE THEY STAY-OFF ME
WHIP THE DUST FROM MY FACE
FOR THE SUN, IF SHE WISHES TO OVER REFLECT ON ME
PUT MY COMPATRIOTS TO SHAME AS I TURN MIRROR
ROLL MY SLEEVES AND POP MY COLLARS
LET ME ENJOY PROSPERITY IN THE FAST LANE
SINCE YOU’VE MADE ME A FAST-TRACK GRADUATE
DRIVE MY FEET AWAY FROM GAMMY LIFE
SHARPEN MY EYES AND THOUGHT SO I DODGE THE GERMS
EVEN WHEN I’M UNDER THE INFLUENCE; SUCCESS I TASTE
IN G AND T
BY FASTENING MY DRAWSTRING AND TYING MY LACE
BRING SUCCESS TO ME ON EVERYDAY RACE
LET FAILURE KNOW NOT MY STUNNING FACE
TIGHTEN MY BELT AND RUN MY ZIPPER
NOT ALL THAT ZING THAT SINGS
MY LIFE IS A FASCINATING SONG.