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Sonnet Mamma

Every girl is a mama
So singing souls sing
She has two eggs within
O she is not barren
Nor a dead wood, the choice is yours
Choose both to call her a mama
With your “we don’t look alike”.

Choose one alone then call her mama It is yours to like or split
With your “look alike”
Failure to get in, each month
She bleeds
Every girl is a mama
So singing souls sings.

Be lifted not praised

Irrespective of your
Different fathers and mothers
Be lifted my child
You’ve outgrown being praised
This days people
Fulsomely
Find it easy to adulate
When things get undulated
In a matter of eyes blink
The cloud in their mouth gets heavy
They lay off rains in words
To wash off that they praised
When you are praised kindly absorb it
When you are lifted kindly adsorb it
You will last more being lifted than praised.
This days people
Fulsomely speak
Both online and offline but
Be lifted, praises agitate
You… My child.

First Law of First Love

The definition of love is preferred
In the first person you ever loved
Called first love; but let’s say gravity
Because no matter how high you are
It brings you down to the ground.

First:
This love is great; especially
If in your smiles, foes can see
That
You are in love with gravity
If otherwise, it was never a love.

Second:
It greater; especially when
Gravity gives
A yes and no answer to flight
“Am I loved back
Where do I belong?”
Questions that drums out.
No confidence in this love
Sooner you advance
Advancing away from gravity.

Then:
The definition of love
Begins to evolve
From a soil
To a plant that can be grown.
No matter how
Deep inside you know
The love for gravity
Sprung without cultivation.

Finally:
Farming on the lands
Lands of love
You will realise that
The definition of love
Is most preferably
While loving gravity
If otherwise, it was never a love.

Murderers

Now that a life you take
Has it added unto thee
An ample life of
Forever chains
On half-life stretched roofs?

Without an apple heart,
Red is the colour you paint
Exquisitely to perfection
Satisfying a pain
O! what a passion.

Hiding in a cryosphere
Politics its the core
Wish less I could care
For your iced-tears
Is not far from shred.

Onyeche Vincent

Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

Teen’s Dream

This allosteric heart of mine
Has got me into loving again
An uncertain trade for a gain
The lady in me moan
The moan of love
Deep within from a several gaze
Of, I think I have finally found you.

‘Bring more my friend, how much is it’
His thick lovely voice raised me high
Then the golden gate of heaven
Slammed before me, I fell
This is that kind of love
Quickly traded for a sin
O! Yeah sinner… My pastor will say:

Should I be blamed-
Or be God?
He is a prototype of an angel
His look is bright and beautiful
Need his ears to sing a new song.
‘Hi’, he said starring at me
With a sky-looking gaze I ignored;

‘Hey’, I finally replied in lady’s mood,
So fast we became friends
A lock and key model
I am the only one
Who could unlock his affection
I guess we were made to be
From heaven a perfect match

We walk and walked
Down the dark lonely road
Talked and talked
Of course laughed and laughed
Time ran so slow
Our mood became slow
The way home seemed stretched

I stretched my hands around
Around his tender short neck
As he grabbed my feminine thigh
The next part
Would have been the best
But
Kukurookooooo! the cock crowed

Bang bang bang
Granny banged my door
‘Wake up you lazy girl
It is past six you’ll be late for school”
Eyes open, all I had was
A lifeless pillow in-between me
It shouldn’t have been a dream.

Onyeche

Onyeche be patient,
The name as an ancient
Arises from colourful inn
Flowing down the same stream
You are but an Allen within
Calling out for a touch
And breath of the earth.

Onyeche be patient
Your name says you can wait
See! You are as unique
As regions that snows
A song to be sung and sang
It isn’t drumming now
Doesn’t mean the wind is silent.

Onyeche be patient!!!
You have no fish brain
Yes! ears that are not deaf
Yes you are;
Prone to hear sounds
Ignore, Ignore and ignore!
Hear but listen to none.

Onyeche be patient
Life brought you this far
Existence you never bought
From sperm several stem cells
That springs fought the best
And strongest fruits of fame
Onyeche be patient.

Synergids

He is so into her
He wish to be the captain in her ship
“Leme be your ruler” so he voices
You belongs to me
And I belong to you.

She’s a nation
Willing to grow to green
Involved with him
Down to her coat of arm
Don’t blame her.

She’s so pretty
Hence dates several him
“O I really love you”
She always believe him
Questions answered

Yes is the english
She only knows how to speak
Somebody please teach her
That the five foreign words from him
Are but irony by him.

They turn her blue to red
Red is the colour of love
But this is way of it
What happens to her on black skin
Still happens to her when she bleach

Every good discussions
She wish to take
Or wish should make
Her lovers oppose it
Like acid to base.

“I will lighten up the dark space for you”
Her new date assures
O it isn’t the first time
Anyone appear so close
Yet not near; “mirage alike”.

On green white green
All the way they come and go
We are people wish they are synergids
In a flowering plant
Just go away and never come back.

Unintentional Existence: Eighty

Eternity is that even the rich lacks
Let’s reach climax
Before the day darks.

Eighty years is just a stone throw
Let’s enjoy love tasty taste and row
Before or if it ever turns sour while we grow;
Energy we have shall then decline.

Let’s smell the fragrance of love
Before the tiny space dilutes and take it away.

Emphatically, everyone of us knows
Love one has is a love one shares
By then no more normal trophy cells

Even ‘bam-bam beat’ is calm and nice
Lovely in love enjoying sight and sound
Before the endless dark lightens up-

Eating us up now that we are young.
Listen! this heart can wake the dead
But once upon a time at-

Eighty we shall tell, stories beside atrophy cells
Love and time, organs age with us:
Beware the clock is a running tap and,
Eighty is just tomorrow to come.

Let’s make love a busy broom
Beautifully now no forever young.

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