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Tempest
Perfume, once our odour;
Halitosis now our special logo,
Could remember in a mo’
Like five seconds ago,
Our love flowed in streams like heamo:
Affection and halo
In our memo
Grew like crop on some Guano,
Now we lip-sync to an earful piano
Complaining like we weren’t alter-ego
Strings to Cello,
Peace has gone loco.
Beneath our gruff and super-ego
Is the tempest in love.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(c) 2011
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Everyone Has a Shrine
Everyone has a shrine
A wonderful divine
Gladdest doldrums
Good turn
Deserve another
Faiths and holy books
Visible or invisible
Chalk, bones and cowrie
With or without a diviner
What goes around
Goes back around
Everyone is a shrine
by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(c) 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com ∞
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Tales Of A Wife: I’m lossing it
Do you smile
To the lit lid
Do you smile
Whenever the phone buzz
Like in Joy
Do my name
Trigger any hormone
Inside of you….
I’m lossing it!!!
All my douse flame
Situation drives me crazy.
My heart on grill
Charing and damaging.
Buddy, I’m lossing it!!!
Do you have a first AID KIT
Hope you can revive
A dying man.
Cause…
I’m lossing it!!!
Reach for water
In supersonics
To save my dehydrating fish
I’m lossing it.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(c) 2011
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3green Apples
3green Apples
Seen lots of flesh
On low and high heels,
Turning nightmares to wet dreams
Apple buttoms,
None as dovy as hers
Downy hair
Easy come easy go
Not for her
Not for her ego
As Large as an Eagle
Gifts are earnest dowel of Love
My names she calls
Whispering,
At high ebb
Three green apples she gives.
Three green apples
I never wish to eat
Every moment with it just like her
Was never a drab
But Adam’s apple love it.
Three green apples
Apple for love
Green for its difficulty
Is three (3) for
‘I LOVE YOU ?’
by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
2011
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Our Descendance
I can tell of a teen
As was upon a time
A time ago
Long ago
It has always been enticing
Yet slapping as lime.
Love in a multi-task option
Love rolls in give and take
But there will always be
The Lovelorn and sweet sixteen
The eleventh man and affection
’tis in our descendants
Handling situations
Of the past in present
Seen it all but not the future
Cause something anew
Comes every seconds
But in him her fears are less
She sees their hands in hands
Such things and smiling faces,
Caps and scarf turns black to white
Two to three, eventually flat wheels
Funny how time flys
Their children cry.
…But we feel happy
Somatic beneath the Earth
Side by side in ghost
Overcoming our demons we stay aside
Watching the great lineage
We created… Our descendant!
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(c) Nov 3rd 2011
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Delirious
I’m so O
Empty within
Empty deep hole
I’ve got an empty eye socket
I’m made of no ligaments and joints
Heart by the right
No blood but Organic solvent
And ink
What more can I think
When clammy smells great
Or is my empty mind sick?
Mindless, somatic claded love
A delirious Love
That scares even a dove
A delirious love of a teen rain
Decending on a naked me
Who lies on his empty winter bed.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(c) 2011
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Dead Grean White
Nigeria Flag
What Should I say To a “DEAF Ear”
Who is to Signal a “Numb”
Who only can touch “the Blind man”…..
Whose Life is On an Electric Wire….
Nigeria my Nigeria!
What Should I say To a “DEAD MAN”
Who jumped off the saddle
When task really matter
Taking many on a saddle
Nigeria My Nigeria!
What Should I say to the “Bereaved”
Who cried their voices out
When troops fought and like batteries, went off
While hoping green remains greenish
Nigeria my Nigeria don’t tell me it is finish.
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Invisible Heavens
There are millions
Millions of them
Millions of them ever
There he stands
Standing ghostly
Saying something
Sweet tone in vioce
They can’t hear
They’ve got no HIM
There he stands
Stretching his hands
Smiling beautifully
There are over billions
Billions searching
Looking but don’t see him.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(c) 2011 http://onyecheonyeka.wordpress
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Tears
Tears are no glum but hope
Tears are never gloomy but encouraging
Tears are what makes men strong
Tears are spinaches and mushrooms
Try ask Popeye and Mario.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(c) 2011 http://onyecheonyeka.wordpress
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