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Tales Of A Wife: Moi aussi, je t’aime

Why do impulse rise when falling in love?
Ain’t scared of the beat
But Chioma gives ♍Ɣ heart a soundtrack
…Well, I like the way it drums.

Always knew love come find me someday
Softly, calm and easily is that I prayed
Our eyes met for the very first time,
Chioma I saw cleared my pastime.

Never I thought it would be you any-day
On a bike you were, that sunny day
Waving me a fresh low soft Au revoir
Then la full headlight flashed my way

They say french is a language of love
je t’aime;
Dunno if it were English or French to speak,
Moi aussi, je t’aime: I love you too
Tu’ caught me off-guard
And begad me so hard
My sweet sleep lullaby
This love so brown new.

In a special way
Around she turns my terrible day
…Fairest of them Anambra Igbo girls
Chioma beautiful turns demons to Angels.

By ᴼᶰʸᵉᶜhᴱ ᵛᴵᶰᶜᵉᶰᵗ ᴼᶰᵞᵉᵏᵃ
ONYECHE, Vincent Onyeka

Last Designation: Knowing You Are In Love

It does incite a brawl
Like leaf to the whirling wind
It takes a bow

when it’s coming down easily
Or hard in most cases
Falling like drops does ωhэn it rains

Meant for all who use the air
And feel †ђξ sunshine
Love is that you can not hide

Love is…
That mad feeling of expression you get
Like a cow to a red or black colored dress.
Love is the only definition for love

When you are in love,
You know you are in love
When you loose control

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
ONYECHE, Vincent Onyeka

Don’t Call Me Mad: An Eye

LL-Cool-J needs L♥√ع
Lil’ Wayne ask: H̶̲̥̅̊o̲̣̥w̶̲̥̅̊ to L♥√ع?
Like them but I need something stronger…

Wishing we all had an eye
To shed a hot tear at same time
Slowly melting down like volcanoes

Saying to ourselves;
ȋ̝̊̅ڪ this an end?
Fashion has it origin.

Who made this earth?
& Who designed †ђξ maker
Likewise, †ђξ makers maker maker?

†ђξ holy books could help
But to “good morals”
Figuratively & literary
Who’s brain washed?
Academicians or religious?
ℓιƒє ℓιƒє ℓιƒє

Wish we all had an eye
To see in one direction
And ask: ȋ̝̊̅ڪ this ♍Ɣ end?

Don’t tell ♍e̶̲̥̅̊
To just hit “reproduce” button?
For these tears on ♍Ɣ pillow;
Are not just free but overflowing
losing its viscosity & direction
Making ♍e̶̲̥̅̊ wonder… ℓιƒє ℓιƒє ℓιƒє

Wish we all had a clue
ℓιƒє wouldn’t be a mystery!!
Even if it ever ends.

Written by ᴼᶰʸᵉᶜhᴱ ᵛᴵᶰᶜᵉᶰᵗ ᴼᶰᵞᵉᵏᵃ

Unintentional Existence: If

Not sigh, but If only they could chat

In languages we comprehend

Sure there would be an end

To the wrongs we do as good.


The devilish inimical extremist

Dirty politics we play for command

Makes me wonder is kill them all

….The purpose of existence?


Every clap we make

Has a dead butterfly in it

If only we could comprehend

Would a fly die this way?


For God sake,

The world is just made for man only

Well every mad man feels okay

If the heart doesn’t feel wrong, is it right?


If only

The insects we crush

The rodents we trap

The cattle and birds we hunt

Everything that has life… just-mention

Could speak to us on the hour or after the hour of death

Then we will know we are inhuman

And irrational in decisions we make.


By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka


Protein is all you need
Enzymatic Imagination real as reality
Like dust to dust,
Even proteins give-up the ghost to Amino acids
Likewise polysaccharides to mono
Lipids to glycerol & fatty acids.
I am a biochemist, are you…?

Do you feel the energy-
Our polymers are dead!!!
Chaperoned by Acetyl-CoA
Sailing them south; I think “TCA”
And then electron transport chain
Death is so stingy & greedy
Making ATP from such tragedy.

Do you feel accomplished?
You can’t resist it
CO2 is released in catabolism
Great metabolites
Great Acetyl-CoA
The reverse could also be the case!!

Words From The Wise

A wise man once said
To me I remember
When I excited confidence in another
My son trust no one
Not even a brother, sister or lover
They’re all like a girl’s complexion
It changes at any time

And always remember “Єνєяу forєign item ȋ̝̊̅ڪ local in ȋ̝̊̅tڪ homє town- ᶰᵞᵉᵏᵞ”

Wet Tears

Cry cry cry
Is all my heart could say
But the eyes so dry

Shout shout shout
24hours ago was Roger last breath
Deep inside my heart
I alone know how it hurts.

Tales Of A Wife: Only us

    Where there is no sky
    There is no air
    There is no breath
    It’ll be only us
    When there is no sound
    There is no song
    There is no voice
    ’tis only us
    When invents are dead
    There is no car
    There is no bus
    ’tis only us
    Threading on no train
    Or even a plane,
    Against all odds on a white horse
    ‘Tis only us.

By ᴼᶰʸᵉᶜhᴱ ᵛᴵᶰᶜᵉᶰᵗ ᴼᶰᵞᵉᵏᵃ

Unintentional Existence: Spirits


Have you ever been in a room?
That even with the vroom
Of engines outside, you sense a doom
As soon as someone intrudes,
Even without a boom
That certain feeling you sense and interpret
Before knowing or seeing
Is the same feeling
In me deep within
Telling me spirits exists.

Have you ever been in a deep-sleep?
That before the nightmarish
Comes with their snare to suffocate and press
Some how, their presence gets you on the alert
Next you pick to turn or let them keep pressing
That familiar feeling you sense
Deep down while slumbering
Is the same feeling
In you deep within
Telling you spirits exists.


written by Onyeche Vincent onyekaThetruepoesy

Tales Of A Wife: Eleven (11)

I just wish I could dial
A number before I die
To resay words that weren’t white-lie
No lie we really were suit and tie.

Questions asked years ago; today ten
Just got solved; wish I had a clue then
To know the number next after ten
Is doubled, always together: I and Ann…

I just wish I could dial
A number before I die
To resay words that weren’t white-lie
The lips may not say; the heart never lie.

It was Friday night, a drink and Ann questions
What are your long and short term goals?
I wrapped it all off without her in situations
She smiled: guessed right, wrong answers.

I just wish I dialed
Anns’ number before love died
To rephrase words that made her smile depressed
Teamwork makes the dream work; I would have said.

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