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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

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

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


…When I dreamt or see a vision.



By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

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


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



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
And packing

Enveloping her within the legs
Mailing intimacy,
To brush-over agony
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.

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