A wondering dust
Splitting in the sky so high
Touch lightly by hands so fly
Bountiful in the world’s windbag
Dirt-free homicide, I roam
But wishing she recognize
Say more; make-out
With her white and blue vision
Wish she will neglect
The eye and dirt stories
Wish she could understand
Or stand on the things of her, I know…
Wishing I know ways
To clean-up and bunch a tot bag
Splitting in the sky so high
Touch lightly by hands so fly
Bountiful in the world’s windbag
Dirt-free homicide, I wish
I know ways to take her out
Away from this city
This city that kills me.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2011
Red-light
Red-light
Born by the roads of an unsteady traffic
Just a traveler moving-on searching for an affix
Engines rolling, sandals wearing, hooves tearing
Maybe to get a rest; I think after the next flick;
Daytimes and nighttimes on these roads dwells tragic.
Going to good end no matter what
These halts and stops are not from
Riders and drivers overtaking like magic
But chance has refuse a so needed kick;
Time is wasted while waiting for the changing lights.
Born by the roads of wonderful frantic
Hurry… speed up to beat the traffic
Deprived by limits, green light just went off
Maybe to be back, I think next minute
Engines switched-off as tires here are still.
Going to good end with a full headlight
An awkward moment, the world at a halt
Competition is iced up, don’t bother to key in
Riders and drivers overtake not like magic
Stiller time runs as eyes gaze the red blink.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
Dancing with someone new
Dancing with someone new
“Do you think you can steal my heart?”
She often ask
But no words to answer that
When she chose to be uphill height
No perfect words to describe her
Let her mirror do
But she kept standing before me
Smiling and asking, “How do I look?”
Her image in a frame
Is the love of an artist’s portrait
“Do you think you can steal my heart?”
I guess she’s dancing with someone new.
By onyeche Vincent Onyeka
