Tempest

Perfume, once our odour;
Halitosis now our special logo,
Could remember in a mo’
Like five seconds ago,
Our love flowed in streams like heamo:
Affection and halo
In our memo
Grew like crop on some Guano,
Now we lip-sync to an earful piano
Complaining like we weren’t alter-ego
Strings to Cello,
Peace has gone loco.
Beneath our gruff and super-ego
Is the tempest in love.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(c) 2011
https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

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7 Comments

  1. Now, like the beginning of last season, they could consider trading away a few prospects for their catcher of the future.

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  2. Tempest…. As if I see it live

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  3. watecuvive says:

    Vincent you are good in topic choice

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  4. Grandpa Red s brother has a grandson that has maintained his game and it looks like he is headed to being drafted as a catcher out of high school.

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  5. I got what you mean , appreciate it for putting up. Woh I am thankful to find this website through google.

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  6. I like checking your blog posts, Tempest The True Poesy was added to my bookmarks in chrome.

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