I wish I had missed
Tickles other girls respond to
So I touch, stroke and poke
Expecting the splendours of a spasmodic laughter
All I ever get is just a waste of time.
I wish I had missed the first time that we spoke
For there is nothing to remember in an overlook
I wish I had missed the first time that we poked
For there is nothing to remember but an angry look
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
For there is nothing to remember but just a hiss
I wish I had missed the first time that we touched
There is nothing to remember in a mere child touch.
? By Onyeche Vincent onyeka
(c) 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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Sceptic
It will take so long just to feel alright
Honestly your sole love cherish my soul
Solo you just called me a con and a cheat
Like guardian angels battling all-night
Securing the night, you know not that all that I fight.
It will take so long just to feel alright
You were always wrong but claimed right
Saying I’m a cheat, bilk, and a trick
Upon all beautiful things false fall for you I flick
Yet only your love I honestly sing and write
Others approach every day and night
In midst of their light, I thought I saw the safest flight
I love you yet you think I lie and lie on another dressed bed.
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End Of A Silly Love Tale
No more stepping towards you
Our footprint prints wearisome
Paces has refuse to take adventure
Nor be displacing to your indecisive place.
I heard them asking, gossiping all around
If we’re anywhere to be found
Painful laughter they all exploded
Sincere love they showed, distracting you caught me hound.
Now I’m that lost love they loved the most
Irrational feelings though you’re more beautiful never the best,
Stolen from friends now it ends, hope I’ve learned how to live half-alive,
For what went back just came back around.
Seriously, you and I just pretend we knew
Thinking it takes soonest to fall in love
Thinking it takes more to understand love
Unfair love I waited all day long.
You crave not, hiding all regret
Lost in trance a no come back
Silly love tales from hanker to combat
Like a hawk swiftly you swerved, indecisive sincere love neglect
To others who lost me, love warms a bed
To the one I devote to, on her bed I catch a cold
Nobody believes there is an iced inside my soul
Snow in my heart glad I learned how to live half-alive.
Fallen hell no, I’ve grown way too strong
And above an idea to fall back in your arms
Not if you’ll be here, there or call me a dear
On your footprint is engraved regret.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(C) 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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Demise
Wish wishes were workable wager win
In a slapdash fashion
Casting all my eggs in any basket
Bionic I’ll be avoiding any mortal casket
Teaching her how to return the favor
Injecting and prescribing like a doctor,
Intentionally making her feel more than I do,
She be the subject and I dictator
Dragging her love-van like so do tractor
If she call breakup, she’ll be the one to lose.
Win over genie, I’ll grant every one of
But no painful eraser
For memories wouldn’t completely erase her
Nor hide her odor in a frantic perfume.
Brains be not an empty room
Coitus to passion breakup no doom
Changing mood and remodeling like crazy fashion
It is so difficult breaking a bunch of broom
Beautiful heartbreak wouldn’t be an ugly doom
If breakup calls, wish I could call safari and hunt for another.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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Native Fly: Africa
Africa!
Land of great minds, leaders and subjects
‘Uh, oh no!’
High and low, beauty for sure
Sweet and sour, but sugariness more promising;
East to west, no lazy man in the vast east
Who know not how to compel his brown skin to struggle
Irrespective of pre-eminent beauty and splendour
Tiling the soil when the sun fries the most
Nor set traps with bamboos to catch wild beast in Tanzania.
There is no true inhabitant of the west
Loathing to let-slip enthusiasm
Dwelling in or outside the marvellous crystalline rocky land
Of a huge Nigeria black, a Ghana brown,
And a Sierra Leone blood red sand.
Calling himself an African
Bearing a black coloured name
Loving the African Culture and claims to have heard
Great minds like Mandela,
And wouldn’t believe that Africa is destined for greatness.
Is it the enormous Central, historic North or South?
The white and black in shield and craton
Histories, oh great Egypt!
First in many, last in a few
Diverse ethnic groups beautiful cultures, arts and designs.
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Early Morning Mayhem
8:04 AM Thursday July 22, 2010
At the crack of dawn
No smile uh
‘I hate you!‘ Who did that and who did this?
‘Not in front of the kids’ Eye to eye, finding faults, exchanging blows
Fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers
‘Stupid family!’ regretting membership to the households
Even neighbors find witches in themselves
Dogs, cats, birds and beasts wonder who the animal is
The wrong side of bed, regular to the neighborhoods.
‘Not again!’
The hot air at the crack of dawn had preheated
‘Fool, stupid man!’
Out of like, love, extreme dislike and hatred.
First light, combating all weekdays even to a holy Sunday
‘I’ll slap you!’
Ministers, preachers, pastors and members of clergy
Present or to be in the expectations, redheaded finding faults
Exchanging blows, pouring curses, bringing down the dark skies,
Confusion in the family, no peace to the sun-scotching afternoon
When the moon stands an eyeball to an eyeball to its’ charger
And every peace lover is too busy in alone idle or commerce.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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Echo simile
Hello! We echo as smart as a whip.
Echo, our mirror tone of voices,
Million years much older than us,
Years in total stasis like Brine shrimp eggs
Echo, a cryptobiosis our hidden voices
Never wanting to hear us talk,
Whether railway loud or graveyard silent, he never mind;
Like deuce and tennis, here and there, he tows our voices
Mountains high or valleys low, even dirty gutters and earth,
Coming back, he fuss through
Like a tone of air bubbling to the surface water
Exploding our voices like mine to an Army’s death
Sending messages to families and friends
All around us from east to west
Wonder if he needs some rest.
By Onyeche Vincent onyeka
© 2010
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Don’t Call Me Mad: Morning Prayers
Six A.M the cock crows
Powerless has the nightmare turned
Out of bed we yarn and row
To fetch the breads for a jowl
Before the tongue taste a chow
We knee, to say good morning to Sir
To Him alone that created the time in a clock.
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Young Girl’s World
young girl's World
Young Girl’s World
She seem a new girl from another era
Who know not of the toxin in a snakebite;
Partly Virgin Mary, partly cruel Jezebel
Blessing boys eyes with her astonishing form.
Witching and itching hearts with her skirling voice
Overdose she is when prescribed by the doctors,
Fit feet for Robin Hood and the bandits
To steal, split and give her wile to the needy;
Strange like the world strange to outer space
Boys’ even girls kiss her seducing face
Bed of roses, parting, jewels, and all she ask from all;
A perception of her time she is lost behind wall
Fit feet for Don Juan and the phonies
To charm and sham with romantic escapades.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
©2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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Young Boy’s World
Young Boy's World
Young Boy’s World
He seem a boy from a never same era,
Partly priest, partly pestilence,
Blessing both ugly and pretty girls;
Witching and itching hearts with his attitude.
Shy, sometimes smart and bold to face the her,
As she stares, he goes a thousand mile to please her.
Like Robin Hood, he steals to give to her.
His vitality, his arrogant courage, and his sense of humor
Brings mantle to his eyes and perks to his cheek.
Homo, womanizing, drugs, and wrongs he involves,
Smoking, drinking, fighting he kills,
Blood in hands, the young world hails and appears,
Displaying masculinity in the young world flairs,
He feels secured in crime he’ll rebuke his young boy from.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
