If only you were her
If only you where her
Her tears-bag is emptied and dried
If only you where there
To see
The most beautiful make-up
Washed and flushed
By hot salty-water
All on her big lonely bed;
If only you touched her itching skin
Perhaps you’ll know how it feels
To be soaked and bathed
With the devil-beans; if only…
You were concern
You wouldn’t grab a paddle and sail away
If only you where her.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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Amid science
Amid science
If science is out-of-the-way
The heavens be still above
Above and beyond; creativity might be
With stress and intricacy;
But with science
Those beautiful things, electricity
Engines and all
Life is made easy
Easy to live and easy die.
By onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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Mosquito larva
Mosquito larva
In blind zigzag you swim
York devoured,
Others you must sink your teeth into
O… where went your mother
Father we know don’t care
Further and beyond swim so dare.
Dark and light, earth rotates
Difference seen in fishy-lake;
As wings emerge, gills kept are lost
Lake you must leave or dwell in risk
For hunters now hunted…. But;
In blind kinks your kinds shall swim.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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Inundated (Novembers’ tenth sunrise)
Dedicated to my Cousins
Inundated (Novembers’ tenth sunrise)
The battle had been won;
Well, almost.
Reunion, some soldiers returned
Others plan to;
May-be tomorrow…
‘Good morning ma’
They might have said
After morning prayers before breakfast
Now… hearts in dashing pupil
Options ran inundated
Like bullets and Diallo
Response in a blink
Phone rang in marathon;
Skeptic plead universe
For paramedics and miracles
Turned powerless oracles in Agbor
‘Please confirm before embalming’
A female voice cried believing in miracle.
Vultures gathered around the tent-top
Tenth sunrise in November
My family must remember
With winked faces inundated with tears.
By Onyeche Vincent E. Onyeka
© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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This is one of the bitter-days calamities. I heard the news; ‘she is dead’. Wish I could be more useful. Not even my words could calm things; my big cousins lost their mum; my aunt. ∞
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