Silence
Silence
There come a time
In a fearful moment
After the talk silence is observed
And there come a time
When to kill pride and shame
Though a difficult rocket launch
All in silence, they off their robes
Orally they never say it is time
Indeed the contact brings a speech
With sweat dripping, they are numb
Lots of calories lost
Each reasons a different technique
Next time they rally
The only judge is the bed
The bedbugs could sue them
But it is a silent creature.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
Dreams are maps
Dreams are maps
When I wake up in the morning
All I have to do I’ve seen
…Especially; all pressing needs.
But which way does it come
…Direct or indirect?
Mostly I can’t dodge
Perhaps destiny’s drawn plot
When I make mistakes
None is too big to pull through
…Especially; if I slept well …a night before.
When I have a goal,
I call it a goal
Only,
…When I dreamt or see a vision.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
Save Me; Nigeria
Save Me; Nigeria
Have you ever tasted pains
Nor swallowed suffering like pills
On an empty plate?
If you haven’t: thank God for your position…
Laziness not the chief hitch of my people
Civil-rights dished out our meals in a broken pot
Our leaders and dogs are not peerless
Equality, ask not why but why not.
Their only truth is good mourning
However, check your watch.
Our oil-well Judas thirty pieces of silver
Pocketing poverty, ask not why but why not.
Brothers, sisters and parents
Mar and scar my able-flesh
This nation is a no Hamlet
Save me… Aso Rock
Biggest amongst the west
Yet,
Our leaders prowl misjudging
The prowlers as innocent
The prince of Hamlet
Now goes outside his assignment
Save me;
Mother democracy is dead.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Tales Of A Wife : Sheila
Sheila
When I saw her during the winter
Tucked-in thick big hood-sweater
Casual like a tweedier
The inner-me said she glitter
Looked her dead in the eyes, only to get fever
Smiles of a newborn, I could shiver
Anticipation worsen the cold in winter
Weather was harsh, no fast coming summer
Mere hearing her name tongues twister
Haler: I forever dwell in favorable fever
Her caress an essential sweaty tummler
Job well-done sweepback in my locker
Soft skin like vela “what a twofer”
Sweet-talk and touch I feel a toddler
When I saw her during the summer
In beauty-upholster
I realized the reasons God rested on the seventh day.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Tales Of A Wife: Grooming her hair
Enveloping her within the legs,
Mailing passion via a brush
Brushing her long…
Bushy hair
From the flaked hair-tip
Touching the crowded crown
Desire is forever
Beauty lost its hairbreadth.
Enveloping her within the legs
Mailing passion via a string
In and out
Like fork to noodle
Sequentially
Picking
Rolling
And packing
Enveloping her within the legs
Mailing intimacy,
Charity
To brush-over agony
Pop-up
And brush-up honey
Her mirror is oversaturated with beauty
She hates mirrors, she is homely
Parity of a brush-stroke
Passion a bubo rises
As the brush goes down
Smile always come out
Passion a limpid
Sensationally aroused
Censored !
Ah…. you young kid.
