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Sad Sunday story

Sad Sunday story

 

On Sunday morning, right in hour before sunrise

On divan, he sat thinking and smiling like the sun,

So exquisite, there she was lying on the white duvet

Translucent to his white walls

White cottons and white bedspread,

Stretching, joint citing, yearning and turning like a baby

Gently saying sorry to the white ceiling like a dying frog,

So beautiful from all angles, a nice animation he felt

Lovely, she is an angel in a white transparent sleeping gown.

 

On Sunday evening just in time as sunset

On a bar bench he sit in an expression of grief

Filling an empty cup and replacing the finish bottles

Looking stone white in dark affection,

Lonely, no more her around to keep the ice-cold duvet warm

In pieces shattered she so haunt him inside

Laughing and crying saying goodbye with a chameleon color,

Drinking, smoking and reminiscing, best strategy he feels

To preside over and kill memories of a sad Sunday story.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Don’t Call Me Mad: Prayers for a Day and Night

Prayers for a Day and Night

 

O lord thanks be for another day

That a nobody me has stylishly seen

In the face of all my filthy sin

Doubts and a narrow spotted faith .

O lord thanks be for another night

That an all-in me is to go forty winks

Protect me send angels on wings

To see me through all nights and days.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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Soldiers of Affection

Soldiers of Affection

 

After numerous battles of unfitted rings

Courage and discipline like the buffalo soldiers,

Let me be your only soldier of affection

To unravel all previous ambush with passion

As long as you maintain me like your garment to wear.

Paint my face with ash telling me you care

Attention I pay, your dark brown hair

Smooth clear brow, merry eyes internally stay alive,

On battlefield you remain my bee in an enclose hive.

All weather for you I rest on thorny reeds

Dreaming in pains protecting your perfect pictures:

Your past romance is an exploding bomb

Fast… fast… fast… no matter how long I’ll defuse the bomb

Ready to watch or stop me an entire year.

 

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Lapsed gift

Lapsed gift

 

Acquainted by the invisible,

Nothing to accede to:

 

Sink is my pillar of gold

In the will of emptiness

I curse him to torment,

I curse hatred on him,

Success hymn draw closer:

 

From side to side,

He praise my cruel lapsed gift

That was full of no breathe

But blinking light blinking,

Siren teeming, wealth library lost:

 

Skin sunk, no wealth to hold

A hide pillar of gold

An acceding gift to unfold

A folded graceful written note

I wrote it all with joy.

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

©2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Uncontrollable Emotions

Uncontrollable Emotions

 

Keen the whole lot,

Have you seen Adam’s Eve?

Killing every great-whale

She’s an obvious thumbscrew

Twisting and clogging hearts off service.

 

An invisible enemy, she’s a friend

Passionate and blinding

Killing all great-whales

With uncontrollable emotions

And a Jurat weakness

 

Just like law, keen the whole lot.

Acquitted or sentence to death

She’s the jury charges

Hammering desk with pictures

Stamping a gap in the castle walls

 

She’s a friend, an invisible enemy

As beautiful as garden trees

As tall as those found in moist habitats

Nevertheless,

She’s as vulnerable as fuel.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010 (https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com)

Why make mamma tears?

Why make mamma tears?

 

Johnny and Jenny

Listen to the silent wind

Capture the echoes of sound

Surely, fate answers mammas’ curses.

Juvenile mischief bloody thief

Liar, a phony lazy Johnny

Pretty Jenny, life is wild

You enjoy the wile

You cave in shame

With you back on all beds

Johnny and Jenny

Listen to the silent wind

Capture the echoes of sound

Why make mamma cry?

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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