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Eavesdropping facts (Mamma Taught Me)

Eavesdropping facts (Mamma Taught Me)

My mamma taught me how to lace my shoe

How to make my bed, how to dig a hoe

And never to give-up and fold.

 

4.    From my eaves

Learn to look good

Gain knowledge of comfort

Put yourself out

8.    And learn to be bold;

        This was what my mamma taught me.

 

 

                    By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

                    © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Wall Clock

Wall Clock

 

How can I read you?

When I don’t understand you

Daddy looks at you

Soon he is gone

 

How can I read you?

When I’m just a little child

Playing all day round the clock

Mum sees you and says: “getin’ d’ hut”

 

Adding sands to my meal

You move so fast, I watch the clock

Daddy looks at you

Mummy often sees you

 

Yesterday had a yesterday

Thus, today forever does

From young to old and dust

Inner you live forevermore.

 

 

 

By onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

 

Tales Of A Wife: Owlets

The hooting call from the owls at war
Penetrates through the concrete wall.
Idiotic, useless and hopeless windbag
At each other, forenames they throw back.
“His horns are red” she cries:
“This can’t be a wife for life” he yells.

These owlets are job providers
The neighbours they employ
All because of her besetting-sins.
Or maybe
His horns are truly red:
This can’t be the married they planed!

He vowed never to fill his glass
But it seems like he’s never ready
It’s the only thing that gets him happy
No reflection, he could see his eye
Tipsy isn’t a word, he touches the sky.
And ask; how can a man please a wife?

As their employed neighbours
He sends us on apologises
An owl’s hoot gone through no ear
We dash our precious time to futile.
Brain intoxicated, he bends his elbows
I’m running away from Satan he feels.

Tapping bottles and wheels.
Driving off to anywhere, but not here
Sad they sleep with the devil
On same spot called “marriage”
Break fails: struggling to live or die
Away from troubles or face the dull-shine.

Wall-apart

Wall-apart

“Adama” I called you

Do you remember…?

When we were younger

How happy we were

Biding a low-bye

Even when daddy and mummy

Watched with a questioning eye-brow

 

“en” You replied

 

Do you know why…?

I searched for my neatest clothes

Anytime you were around me

Gentrification in action

Reasons to the little B-girl

Smiling and enticing me

To look the very best

 

Do you remember…?

All of the things we said

Through the tall fence

Calling names, laughing and gibing

Fun became boring

We were deprived

Deprived by the walls.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

 

 


 

Tales Of A Wife : Something about Ufuoma

The first time I saw the shadow

That makes boys mad and gibber

Chilly as wonderful as gimmick

Treated and adorned like fresh-milk

Not at all to be spoilt by no one

An all in one

O… sweet Ufuoma.

 

The first time I saw the image

That makes ghosts so ghoulish

Gimlet-eyed; I peeped

Geyser, o… she’s so stylish

Ghastly but comforting, pretty Cinderella

Giddy, I felt

There is something in an image I saw.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

 

 

 

 

Dear Biafra

Dear Biafra

Dear Biafra,

It is true you fought justified

Even though you lost

But the bitter days of agony

Added more nails to the cross

Dear Biafra,

That which you fought for and against

Is as ugly as vulture

For there is no joy in a painful Baa

Nigeria is so led by evil Owls…

Dear Biafra,

Nigeria is so led by evil Owls…

If you had known

You wouldn’t have fought at all

But, chased these Owls to its abyss.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Last Designation: Signboard

Walking down the road
Road mouthful of air
Straight and so many bends
I see natives
Natives laughing and crying
Hankies wet and dried
Mouths silent and buzzing
I focus on the positive
Signboards showed all even negative
The mouthful of air is hard
Dusts fill the eyes I focus on positive
Opening my eyes, I see airplanes up the sky
Trains underground, hills and valleys
I see cars still and moving
Ones beating twice shy
No signboard warns twice
I kept moving reading all signs
Good and bad, hate and love
But the most difficult sign is empathy
Especially when it says,
I Love You.

Cock: Let My Hen Be

This is base on relationship. Here, there is a use of an imagery; cock. He protects what is his by warning the other roosters to stay of his hen. When reading this, please picture a cock, trying to get his way through a hen. On the contrary, another cock claims ownership of the hen a real cock, strong enough to win in the walk.

New Kid on the block     —-     newcomer to a place

Head in the block     ——     To sale at auction

Turn back the hand of time—–     Rewind time

Cock of the walk     —–     one who dominates others within a group

In dock             —–     Out of action for repair

Soda to hock         —–     Beginning to end

Leave my block         —–     Leave my Terrain

 

Cock: Let My Hen Be

 

Ay you young and growing cock

Be no new kid on the block

That doesn’t know the hen for the Cock

Put not your head on the block

I’m still that red comb big-cock

 

Red signs no turning back the clock

She’s belongs to the cock of the walk

Leave my hen or go in dock

Stop watching her feathers-out like a hawk

I’ll hunt you down from soda to hock

 

Ay you young and growing cock

Watch the clock, leave my block

I’m still that ruddy bigly cock

Cock-a-doodle-doo that hen is mine

Ay young roosters and little chicks.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

 

 

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