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Keyboard, pedals and its marvelous percussion

Passion in motion;

Better than the birds’ best melody

Finer than the smoothest emulsion

So soothing as heavenly imagination;

To it, the strong and steady relax steady


Secrets behind the bee’s cooperation

The key to the blind bats vision;

Strings and keys, a magic finger felony

The frowning judge has no precaution

But to bring out graceful tears like an ocean;

The weak and wobble are in custody

To the sounds of lack of restriction

Music melody a droning mans’ resuscitation.


By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010




The best of all superlative, unloose freedom for eternity

A mirror of an everlasting figure

Little the fancy frisks understand from that they see

Yet hasty judgment they frame upon such good


No style fashion but a star of all styles

Yet an arcane role dedicated to the policy of the best

Complexity age and fades

But simplicity ages only but never fades


It praises itself

It is a good company

Mr. Simple says, only your enemies describes you the best

But I refuse to admit, that complex is far better than simplicity.





By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2008

Tales Of A Wife: Soul Mate

The Ring To Tangle

Soul Mate

Soul mate

I hear her even voice

As comforting as rest of mind

Engaging like a busy day

A smooth fond of powder

A naked goddess attraction.

I see her spotless face

Dirt hating,

Enriched hair, neck, body and legs

Exaggerating beauty my body’s buddy

Just what the doctor ordered.

I feel her pillow touch

So soft

Succulent tasty juice

Like birds to air

Her lips, my perfect pair.

I always reach for her

On phone, life and even in dreams

Odds to the dreams

For in dreams

My arms clutched empty air.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010

Tales Of A Wife: Shyer

Everyone likes her
Everyman wants her
First rated, face of a goddess
Frustrating everyman’s
Her gaze is a smearcase
Don’t look or
Fall from a staircase.

She’s this type that
Everyman knows
Although she goes by different names
Sweetie, Pretty-princess
African Queen, was what 2face called her
She’s cool like a sleeping-beauty,
Her parents should have named her Baby-angel for she’s such a love muffin

Everyone likes her
Fallen from the staircase
To some ‘No’, To some ‘Yes’
Then, everyone befriends her.
She’s a man’s fondness
That soft touching,
She talks to a mans heart
With such a large effect.

Everyone likes her
Everyman wants her
Dust in the wind
Coarse thud
Non-in her voice,
Well polished and brushed
She is an Ace.

Not a dog or another loosed animal
Mere hearing her sweet voice
Or seeing her fantastic pretty face
Covered with her
Consistent long dark well-gloomed hair
Hearts be sprinter
To reach the spinster
She is a fits of laughter.

Her seduction and free sights
Get me always in sighs
Only, I say ‘hello’
She reply ‘hi’
Everyone likes her
Everyman has her
But by her
I am a shyer.




From my oozy skin

Odor, my stinky buddy

Disobedient offensive foray

Odor, my stinky buddy.

From mouth, armpit and skin

Same stink in blood, we no relatives.

Striking mark for lovers and dogs

Odor, my stinky links.

Faster than my shadow unclean

Gigantic monster never settling indoors

My wraithlike neighbor foes

Odor, the livelihood whiffs.

Facile abhor smoky motion lean
some dirty old offensive savors

My no flavor fragrance

Odor, the livelihood whiffs.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010

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