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Her Lamentations

Her Lamentations

Tell her life…

Life… a fresh leaf

Bitter like bitter-leaf

Same time healthful;


So for all the ant-labor

She labors

She should be so hopeful…


Lord, help her!!


What is hope without you?

Oblige her heart to anticipate

Sharpen her eyes

To see from where she stands;

Her past efforts, and to come,

Wish she could see her future

It looks so bright

It will be beautiful…


Oh lord!!


Even when the dark cloud comes

Breaking their bonds

Thereafter, hope she’ll be so grateful

Make her see things

Then she would know

That the ant-labors

Not in vain…



By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com


The period the writer (Onyeche Vincent Onyeka) wrote this piece, was one of his hard days after school. He had finished his O’ level and was supposed to have gone for his NYSC. Due to his personal carelessly and incommunicado, he missed out the first batch (Batch B’ June 2010) and was expecting to be included in the Batch C’ (September list). Accidently, there was another setback. His name was also missing in the batch C’ list released September 2010. This time it wasn’t his own carelessness but of his’ department (Biochemistry, DELSU). Which they gave an annoying excuse; “Head of Department (HOD) traveled out of the country”. He labors hard with hope but like every other kismet-searching youth, here is his lamentations; “Hope I Make It in Life”.

Wisdom Of Solomon

Wisdom of Solomon


If Solomon were to be a golfer,

Gladly, I’ll be his most-faithful caddy

Learning lessons hoard like haze

Learn his wise ways in all ways

And never be folly sway in a day.


Advice Odysseys of things to say

Jonah wouldn’t be scared to do what God say

Learning lessons hoard like haze

Learn his wise ways in all ways

And Alexander would avoid a Judas way


Copy and learn from a teaching history

Clap a thunder and lean to his victory

Carrying his most heavy witty white wining golf

Crying so bitterly if ever he drops

Comfort and convince him to try again


Carrying his heavy windbag of witty clubs

Cost a lot like salty caviars

Cross and Jesus like; Sacrifices

Carefully, I’ll watch his good ways

‘Come on’, he’ll say.




        By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

        © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com


No river Niger no Nigeria


A travelling trader all-ways present

Sailing to the west and east

The red blood in my big vein

Always good in an humorous vein

Feeding me with good fish and such

Flowing high or low on bedrock wage

Through the tight ropes

And thorny probes

Grassroots, she gives hope.

She harbors and understands me.

All I register in my brain registry

An interior and exterior decorator

Whom I was coined from

From whom I was proudly named

Her sense of humor forever chimes with me.



    By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

    ©2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com






I think I have fallen

For yet another angel

I’m an alien, she calls me

Martian and space invader;

But in her orbital and shell,

Science says I’m all she cares

So I nickname her caring Allen.


Whenever she is heartbroken I’m free

I speak all what she loves to hear

My sounding movement takes her of the chair

But why does she care, Science know.

I’m polygamous and excited

She is not the first, nor the only

And never would be.


I think she has fallen from the bottom

Where I’m scared not to further, I’m an atom

So little with a whale phantom

She can’t do without me

She cares because she sees me

No one dare with a naked eye

Yet they believe and draw me so well.



By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

©2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Something Without


Something Without


There is something I want to say

I take a softer line yet I can’t stay

This way;


Lonely, I so need a sway…


There is something I’m scared to face

It makes me increase my pace

I’m a soul chimed with no ace.


Wish she’ll play my soundless noise; for

There is something I like her to hear

Rhythms drumming hard, orchestra playing together;


Not beats but a listener missing…


There is something my mouth dare not speak clear

Sounding like a broken record if played

Right in here, deep within, my heart speaks clear.


        By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

        © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com




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