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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

https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

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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

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Curl up in fear

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

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com