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Showers of unfulfilled Desire

Showers of unfulfilled Desire

Showers of unfulfilled desire,

Emperor of ire

My most bitter fury.


Open red anger

Love-stone owner


I set my eyes on.



Bright and beautiful.


Dreams, keen reality;

Welcome home

Casualty arrived,

My hope has set her eyes on setback.




I look lost in expectations,

I count moments of my

Unreliable tossed coin

I await for.


I know trust is dead,

Don’t remind me

My confidence is lost,

Dependence missing,

Faith gone astray,

Reliance lifeless,

Stock now mislaid

Hope is no where to be found.




By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2009 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com


Making love for the first time

Making love for the first time


Dreams becoming reality

Attractive appealing and enticing

So slow, sash and peplum untying

Scared, that know-how lacking

Sweet sanative stroke so agonizing

Satyr and virgin

So painful, yet complying

Derailing so… so deep and shallow

Busy hands bodies the pillow

So agonizing and penetrating

Same spirit stroking and sweating

Climax shaking, screaming and bleeding

Unforgotten this love’s so hurting

Chiefly; for the first time…

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Delilah! Delilah!

Delilah! Delilah!

Bring no shaves to the condo

It is so unsafe for the secrets down my hairs

Delilah! Delilah! Delilah…

Look outside the window

Many philistines wait


Bring me no afterglow

Bed and battle keep our love lockdown

My mistress against my prowess

O, I’m at war…. O Delilah!

Many philistine await


Look outside the window

Don’t make me feel down and out

Don’t make me go down in the mouth

Don’t be another Adams’ eve and apple

Delilah! Delilah! Delilah


Let go my Amazon; Let go my hairs

Just look outside the window

Many philistine await

Await the death

The death of Delilah’s Sam.




By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Tales Of A Wife: Her Undies

Her underwear is like Venus-fly-trap
Boys’ even girls are insects
The banquets table never empty.

Her underpants as white as Vega
Attractive special sacred like Veda
Sands of time thus forbids her
Skinny t-shirts, transparent skirt
Aroused a non-wood must surely be
Sands of time says she is death-defying

Her undies as hot as the afternoon sun
Red-chilies; demanding like bitter stout
Many been there like waves and ripples
If only they could speak…
The reverberation of the owls
Are signs of death.

Duchess 1: Esther and I

How come we’re still alive?
After no count poison-pen
Union of no anniversary but dungeon
When did it start when would it end?

How come we stayed alive?
After many bombs dwelling hearts in
Bees hive, self-inflating scares on oneself
Want it broken; sacred to let it bend

How come we faked and jive?
Saying we don’t care
Yet we pay attention honeyed and dulcet
When would we be frank and kill pretends?

Tales Of A Wife: Shrieks

Shrieks of my laughters
The daughters of a dye
Pretty wings that fly
Up in the sky
With a screeching happy-cry.

Always got me
Gazing up the sky
Not just the sky
But the unseen skit
Skit in the blue-sky.

Undisputed beauty of facts
Most gorgeous and fine
Pretty wings of a fly
If you don’t notice
You most be blind.

I dwell under such passion
Beautiful cloud of affection
Blue affectionate infection
Poisoned I am
Paramedics found no solution

Witch-doctors foresaw its function
Spotless pretty winged
Flapping out such colours
Not one in a million
But one in a lone, guess its unique.

This beautiful
Is what everybody would place
As an order
The shrieks of my laughter
After you no other.

Doctors’ Report on Our Love

This is a short story of an impossible love which is neither theirs nor the doctor’s but their blood genotype. He tries to explain the reasons as said by the doctor hoping she would understand.

Doctors’ Report on Our Love


You know that I need you

Like hearts do blood


Don’t ask me “why the but”

For genotype forbids us

Passion yes do,

But… for our kindred sake

Doctors say;

Let’s make this union fake.


Please buy and stop this fight,

You’re my air, girl, I breathe you


Stop picking and throwing dishes at me

Just let defiance go

Defend our honor, protect no pride

This good advice I hate too

Doctors say;

Let’s make this union fake.


By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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