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Tales Of A Wife: Mrs Onyeche

    The girl I would love to marry
    Must be as clean as a child
    White eyes, white teeth
    All but any coloured hide skin
    The girl I would love to marry
    Must be clean inside as out
    White heart, amazing hands
    A willing type for prosperity
    The girl I would Love to marry
    Must be serious as death
    A never over demanding like life
    Wish it is so easy to find
    The girl I would love to marry
    Must be as Jesus’s Mary
    Wish I could marry a virgin
    All eyes on us when we pass by
    The girl I would love to marry
    Must be willing to bow, loyal to
    Africa moral and biblical rules
    Well protected and un-touch
    The girl I love to marry is born everyday
    And Like Bongos Ikwe
    I’m still searching
    For my Mrs Onyeche

written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2012
(D²rupoesy)℠ thetruepoesy™

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Native Fly: Palmwine Play

Palm Wine

Palm Wine

    Palm wine Play
  1. It was some time ago no pea-cocking or ego
  2. Innocent and untouched like virgin forest
  3. Then grasses covered bottles attuned for palm wine
  4. Flies also sipped, it was creamy and white as milk
  5. From daddy’s cup the little kids drank
  6. Inspiring, their play was full of fun
  7. Pretending to be drunk; if not already
  8. Staggering, damping the eyes
  9. Rolling out the eyeballs,
  10. Stooping and soliloquizing
  11. Playing with sands, throwing pillows and falling
  12. Along the long narrow corridor
  13. Running for more, to daddy’s refilling cup
  14. To drink the universe large and play all night long.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2012
(D²rupoesy)℠ thetruepoesy™

Crawling Under The Soil

  1. Everyone keeps telling me I’m the lucky one.
    What could luck be without love?
    Looking at these pictures
    I wonder why we suddenly dream not of each other
    When we learnt how to kiss together.
    Weird; Its like fallen angels having wings to fly..
    Everyone keeps saying they envy my love
    What could be envied in a none existing love?
    Teenagers we were, even as adults,
    Childish we failed not to be, it was fun!
    Dry hot air now sprinkles out from love shower..
    It must have flushed the love lather off
    Everyone keep feeling it’s real when you cry
    Weak and touching; I cry, you cry,
    We cried on ones shoulder
    As if we knew, things end; even the good
    Uprooted; yet our roots still crawls
    Together underneath the sandy soil…

thetruepoesy

written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2012
(D²rupoesy)℠ thetruepoesy™

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