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Sea in storm

Cheers to my head shaped nation
Lying on the bed of roses…
In Lugard’s unification.
Three tribes wry for the best
That was; slavery annexation,
Your fathers and mothers must have smiled.

Cheer-up, the worst is yet to come
Not for long, snow skins had to go
Hearts sees what brain know not
Green and white Eagles flip flopped a storm
Men are what their mother made them…
But, what was her goal?

Drink on, I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
Eagles meant celebrating with the storm.
Tribune must have turned, issuing tribulation.
East now tweets “why not serve in stand and wait”
West had issues with same power.
Hold a man down, you have to stay down.

Drink for that he has is better than ours
South south wealth and loses
North masked no joke grenades
Religion and crises,
Boko Haram is to them what perfume is to flowers.
My headshaped nation has a sea in a storm.

(C) 2012
The-True-Poesy

written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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Tales Of A Wife: We Found Love

Love and life reunited
Fantasy and reality became one
Life can’t be without love.
Like the peace in a dove
Like a perfect fitted glove
A fire for the stove
We found love.

Light all the way
Cooling fire yet burns
Used to every sounds
Cries and laughters
Our smooth skin feels
The heat fire frees
We found love.

https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
(2012)

written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

Larry’s Cap (Told By My Chuks Onyeche)

Onyeches are great
Kleptomania Came peaking off an art
A valuable art
From the sands of Ose’gi’

Wish I had ever seen
That Joseph you saw yesterday
Is no more today
Salty rain dropped all day

Silver spoons sowing sands
Furs and bills were all shared to all
All amongst his seeds
So custom says

So many breaths
So many taste to quench
So Larry got a cap
So ugly and old

Africa made, Agbor it stayed
Mere, poor little Larry
A cap which made many frown
A cap gotten from my grandfather

Fighting like a wounded Lion
Larry harden and bent an iron
He Ignored the parrot whistle
He ignored the cricket whistle

“Oooo my son
Larry’s cap which was a frown
Soon became a crown
A striving success in town”.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(C) 2012
https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

Happy Birthday

There is just a moment in life for memoirs
Memoirs of a perfect timing
Memoirs for Mr. & Mrs
Mum and dad to be precise
Memoirs for the world
Angels and God
Who sent their words
During the day
Night I think…..
Written with chalk and ink
Memoirs of a perfect timing
An offspring in pink
With cakes and candles
Disco like celebration
Soon becomes an anniversary
Anniversary for you and I
Today marks another day
Of a perfect number
Joy and happiness
Birthdays are for you and I.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(C) 2012
https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.

Unintentional Existence: Kleptomania

My color is black, heart same and dark
My nature is back, every season I bark
Every season I take something valuable in art
Every season there is a reason for an act
Every season I don’t live but I visit and track
Every season there is a reason:
To why the old dies
And young ghost away so soon and fast
I never take bribe yet I steal an art
Away from the land of red bloods
Even without or with a silver spoon
I’m still encoded in vein and heart
Too short, too tall, slim or fat
Weight or weightless, gravity I am
Even a therapist cannot change
Every season I steal an art.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(C) 2012
https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.

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