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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

© 2011;





There come a time

In a fearful moment

After the talk silence is observed


And there come a time

When to kill pride and shame

Though a difficult rocket launch


All in silence, they off their robes

Orally they never say it is time

Indeed the contact brings a speech


With sweat dripping, they are numb

Lots of calories lost

Each reasons a different technique

Next time they rally


The only judge is the bed

The bedbugs could sue them

But it is a silent creature.




By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Dreams are maps

Dreams are maps

When I wake up in the morning

All I have to do I’ve seen

…Especially; all pressing needs.

But which way does it come

…Direct or indirect?

Mostly I can’t dodge

Perhaps destiny’s drawn plot

When I make mistakes

None is too big to pull through

…Especially; if I slept well …a night before.

When I have a goal,

I call it a goal


…When I dreamt or see a vision.



By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Save Me; Nigeria

Save Me; Nigeria


Have you ever tasted pains

Nor swallowed suffering like pills

On an empty plate?

If you haven’t: thank God for your position…


Laziness not the chief hitch of my people

Civil-rights dished out our meals in a broken pot

Our leaders and dogs are not peerless

Equality, ask not why but why not.


Their only truth is good mourning

However, check your watch.

Our oil-well Judas thirty pieces of silver

Pocketing poverty, ask not why but why not.


Brothers, sisters and parents

Mar and scar my able-flesh

This nation is a no Hamlet

Save me… Aso Rock


Biggest amongst the west


Our leaders prowl misjudging

The prowlers as innocent


The prince of Hamlet

Now goes outside his assignment

Save me;

Mother democracy is dead.



By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com





Tales Of A Wife : Sheila



When I saw her during the winter

Tucked-in thick big hood-sweater

Casual like a tweedier

The inner-me said she glitter

Looked her dead in the eyes, only to get fever

Smiles of a newborn, I could shiver

Anticipation worsen the cold in winter

Weather was harsh, no fast coming summer

Mere hearing her name tongues twister

Haler: I forever dwell in favorable fever

Her caress an essential sweaty tummler

Job well-done sweepback in my locker

Soft skin like vela “what a twofer”

Sweet-talk and touch I feel a toddler

When I saw her during the summer

In beauty-upholster

I realized the reasons God rested on the seventh day.


By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2011 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com