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Expression Eruption: Dance

If there is a pain you need to flush
Give yourself peace;
As little as a pinch
Let your blood rush
Freely without you feeling its push
O sing aloud a sweet good song
You might not need to flog a drum
But take a serious step
And don’t be a tree
You may be too lazy to clap
But don’t be too lazy to dance.

Green Grasses

    1. Green beautiful grasses
      Where lands the butterflies
      Green grasshoppers just hopped
      Greedily shining beautifully to be alive
      Looking deeply in ones gazing eyes
      And don’t know how to say goodbye
      Or tell ones flesh never to smile freely
      With these green grasses
      That smiles with a dog tooth
      For flesh makes grasses ever green.
    • Green beautiful grasses
      Just doesn’t feel right
      Growing on a burial ground
      Across ones head
      Having no yesterday,
      And no to-morrow.
      Forgetting thoughts, taught, time
      Forgetting fortune, life and love
      Lying at peace
      With grasses growing all over ones head
    1. Green beautiful grasses
      Where I lay when I rise to the morning sun
      Stretching legs during the burning ray
      Forgetting about death or life
      Feeling an angel
      Angels cherish a background
      Looking so beautiful,
      A sight to see
      A scene to show
      How deep is a love….
  • written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
    © 2012
    (D²rupoesy)℠ thetruepoesy™


      If June night could voice-out
      It would surely hit its chest
      Hell yea It invented romance
      In low temperature
      Thermometer stays high
      Breaking mamas rules, heart changes
      Red as roses, pinky like babies
      Pleasant scents the nose
      Rainbow shines in june
      Precious Lord created June.
      Thirty days has june
      Little if accounting for that it gives
      Taking a walk in june
      Is like smiles in a fun

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

    Tales Of A Wife: You

    It did amuse you catching a butterfly
    Colourfully wonderful
    Not willing to let go,
    With a partially open hands,
    All behind you blinked white
    So amazing you look
    Can an angel be finer than you?
    When it drops, it does rises
    You are the butterfly, never let go.

    All for you, fire burns cold inside
    Solid as a block yet gaseous I can tell
    Proposing passion pleasure pain
    The triple hurts like hell
    Love the bumper, we may be learners
    Forever; the persistence pays a lot
    If we bash and get back to the wheel
    For it feels like strawberry in yogurt
    I hope you read this, you are the sweetest.

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