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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

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

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

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


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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