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Expression Eruption:Christmas Day

Santa Clues on a snowy course
Rides on all alone
To bring me a box of curse
A curse to shine
From a purse of smile

Knowing what day it is
Makes me feel so glad
From the way it smells
Trust me I can tell
December has met with twenty-fifth

Today is so fine
Noisy night tint so bright
Rhythm in pleasant sounds
I play not with sands and clay.
I dare not… on a Christmas day.

Christmas cry

Christmas cry


A cry on Christmas day

Noisy day

Silent night

Sunlight’s certain,


Snow roller

Aid of Santa’s toil

Paper foil thud

Bay forever more.


Freezing Ice

Echo of a

Chilling tasty cream

Creaming ceaselessly


Weather is top

Perfect for celebration

Know no bay

On a Christmas day.



By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

(c) 2009. https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com



Pooh-pooh judgment



Pooh-pooh judgment


His otiose lamp holder, my oblige law

On the off-chance True-me trails after her

My poppet, the oasis in the hottest desert

So convivial she is, but refuses to quench my taste

Oasis calm, her splendor keeps hunting my Goosebumps heart

Boldness came out and expression was it.


Love’s sour! Pooh! She said

Cold, my fire burnt deep inside

Pooh-pooh judgment; love’s a poetic justice

Love pongs; I became her lovelorn

She; an otiose, went after the other-me

Not even a postman’s knock; now True-me is forlorn

Sending loneliness to rest, I returned up sky a twinkling star


The adore of my Poppet now pongs and bitters

Exact words she said when I needed her

Now hearing it from the voice-box of the other-me

Boohoo, boohoo she weeps; no shoulder to cry on

Weather is hot, but she freezes

Lovelorn; Pooh-pooh judgment

Love’s a poetic Justice.



by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

(c) 2009; https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com


Second String

Second String

O Nigeria

Built by noble pioneers

With ideas as Heroes

Aims, vision in every valued Kobo

Battling for decorative goals

Obstacles she now sees

From the bows and arrows

She aims…

The bull’s-eyes missed

O…o, where went she?

Injustice I suffer than commit

My justice is blinded in truth

From a pregnant tomorrow

I am that young Nigerian

Born in pains trampled by chains

Lead by fathers and mothers

Who intend to sole satisfy their families

O… pioneers I’ve so seen a rare-Devil

I’ve dwelled so long in its evil

To see an eagle turn powerless weevil

I am that young Nigerian

To strike while the iron is hot

In memorandum of understanding, I’m a second string.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

The Closed Doors

The Closed Doors

Funny how these doors bang

Noisy as a Dunny-door in storm

Open and closing is the hallway

Along a billion room veranda

All lovers must have a gander

Or take a powder

Far from where I stand

Down the pavement I pound.


These rooms that is empty

Have no brain and mercy

To handle a possible emergency

Bolt down to efficiency

Maybe love has no pity

To get a stroke lucky

Along the long narrow corridor

These rooms have bitterly open doors


Invitation sent by these doors

Are either wile or wild

For a gentle-mind searching for a day-room

To love and participate in genre painting

I pound-the-pavement waiting-

Like others, knocking and asking

The closed doors to widen

But it yells: “Ga-out and Ga-night!”


By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© December 2010 Http://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com





Have a gander: Look around

Take a powder: Depart quickly

Pavement I pound: Walk in a regular pace down the city/town

Get A stroke lucky: Make Use of Opportunity

Day-Room: Reading Room

Genre Painting: Realistically





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