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The howl at the moon
An empty spoon
And plates forlese
The hard cheese do,
Sequential breed...
Working the room
Pigs lie and kneel...
With a long broom
For onion's peel...
The more they look
The less they see,
Flat the owls hoot
On shriveled trees.
The hope afoot
Suddenly ceased
And stay aloof
The bonnet bees
Shadeless no roof
Too weak to flee...
The bloody coot
Made air not free
Flat goes the oof..
As cost increase
Yet the pigs loot
All breaths with ease.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Twice Broken: Tears of Adedamola
Have you seen my Enyinanya !
His heart is where my life lies
Supplier of stomach butterflies
Nanya is the air I breath
My sugarplum, so I thought….
Until clogs fell off my eyes.
I went through hell for him
I drained my blood for him
The love I showed was extreme
Loving the rhythms in his hymns
A fugitive I became for him
And an enemy to my family…
For his flight, I gave him feathers
And medicines when he shivered
All I saw was love not obvious blunders
We were meant to be stupid together
And not the type of friends and lovers
That come around only in fair weather.
Through thick and thin he vowed to stay
Assuring me to watch my head and tail
Praying that God should copy my clay
And gift us a beautiful Angel some day
Yet he chose to go the other way,
My love and our bump he betrayed…
All I became was a vase of regret
With tall shadows of the past
Building large tents in my heart
I have forever chosen to detest
And will never forgive nor forget
The beast I once loved and lost!
I was broken mentally to bones
Nine months gone all alone
Happy I made me a clone
A beautiful Princess for a throne
But each time I look at her eyes
The hate of Nanya shows up in my heart!
I was nothing but a pregnant cloud
All seasons, I cried out loud
Compelling God to take my life
Staring at her while holding a knife
I wondered what would become of her
Putting her in the way of harm…
It is like I hibernated in a hole
She gave me a reason to pick up hoe
For the morrows I bent to sow
But today dies before tomorrow
Sprouting forth from sorrows
And the wet tears in my pillow
Not pillow but precisely
Rags and cartons beside me
Gathered under the bridge
And sometimes found digging ridge
If suffering ever had a badge
I was its school of knowledge
No roof over our dirty heads
But claws of pain left as scars
Inside and outside of me;
I am Adedamola but where is,
The crown mixed with riches?
ijiya!!!!
Now I am not talking about love
But a life hijacked to solve
Most times we had pots and stove
With no food, but where do I go?
When all I know and,
The road home forbids me!
I know that a rose that lost it pedals
Can bloom again but my hopes are decayed
And gone to the great beyond…
If my reality is a scary dream
The dreamer will pass on
Way before he tries to scream
If only I could turn back the hand of time
I would have skimmed off long time ago
And now the pain I have to forever bear
Is an utterance that ends with a hiss
Being a victim in an accident scene
Nanya the driver and Kiki casualty.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
His heart is where my life lies
Supplier of stomach butterflies
Nanya is the air I breath
My sugarplum, so I thought….
Until clogs fell off my eyes.
I went through hell for him
I drained my blood for him
The love I showed was extreme
Loving the rhythms in his hymns
A fugitive I became for him
And an enemy to my family…
For his flight, I gave him feathers
And medicines when he shivered
All I saw was love not obvious blunders
We were meant to be stupid together
And not the type of friends and lovers
That come around only in fair weather.
Through thick and thin he vowed to stay
Assuring me to watch my head and tail
Praying that God should copy my clay
And gift us a beautiful Angel some day
Yet he chose to go the other way,
My love and our bump he betrayed…
All I became was a vase of regret
With tall shadows of the past
Building large tents in my heart
I have forever chosen to detest
And will never forgive nor forget
The beast I once loved and lost!
I was broken mentally to bones
Nine months gone all alone
Happy I made me a clone
A beautiful Princess for a throne
But each time I look at her eyes
The hate of Nanya shows up in my heart!
I was nothing but a pregnant cloud
All seasons, I cried out loud
Compelling God to take my life
Staring at her while holding a knife
I wondered what would become of her
Putting her in the way of harm…
It is like I hibernated in a hole
She gave me a reason to pick up hoe
For the morrows I bent to sow
But today dies before tomorrow
Sprouting forth from sorrows
And the wet tears in my pillow
Not pillow but precisely
Rags and cartons beside me
Gathered under the bridge
And sometimes found digging ridge
If suffering ever had a badge
I was its school of knowledge
No roof over our dirty heads
But claws of pain left as scars
Inside and outside of me;
I am Adedamola but where is,
The crown mixed with riches?
ijiya!!!!
Now I am not talking about love
But a life hijacked to solve
Most times we had pots and stove
With no food, but where do I go?
When all I know and,
The road home forbids me!
I know that a rose that lost it pedals
Can bloom again but my hopes are decayed
And gone to the great beyond…
If my reality is a scary dream
The dreamer will pass on
Way before he tries to scream
If only I could turn back the hand of time
I would have skimmed off long time ago
And now the pain I have to forever bear
Is an utterance that ends with a hiss
Being a victim in an accident scene
Nanya the driver and Kiki casualty.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Caduceus and sawbones
I have tried to fix the broken allure
And was the only one obeying the laws
I have had hopes in hopeless times
I guess this place is not of mine..
Now I hear the calls of the white rain
And the cravings of my hot vein
I know all that the ancients say
About the hunter that lost his way
It isn’t worth it, if it leaves my hand
So worryless of that I left behind
To catch the horse, follow the neigh
Truth is bitter, this city is a fray
No disrespect to my background
But I rather my own kind of way
Not dancing underneath the sun
Whereas my destiny loiter in soil.
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Onyeche Vincent Onywkachukwu
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Beyond sane minds
There are people
who are crumbled
Gone bananas
losing marbles
Seeming normal
but in a mess
Each time their mind
is put to test
Some are nutty
as a fruitcake
And may not know
Is all it takes
There are people
with ropes and knifes
Guns and poisons,
taking their lives
Some are confused
so lost within
Some regular
with wetting chins
See, life is hard
there ain’t no doubt
But in the dark,
mind is the light
And ought to be
A docile sea
Where storms may come,
But wait and see
For droplets lost
will be renewed
And even when
you’re feeling blue
Fallen to pieces,
Or ship capsized
Do not think of
shutting those eyes
Should you be a
giver of pain
I guess you have
to change that name
Not all insane
roam in the streets
Help those you see,
regain their sights.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Jars of scars
A round of applause for my skin
That tells of places that I’ve been
The pinching pains witnessed and seen
As an adult and as a teen
Battles I won and didn’t win
Are fulcra of my flapping wings
I’ve been battered by troubled seas
Lost my feathers and lost my fins
Scratched by tiggers, smoked by kilns
Picking stains that can’t be cleaned
I’ve lost my nails in quaking scenes
Under the bridge is where I’ve been…
I’m a board of bruise and blisters
Gotten from sharks and accipiters
I’ve swam in the deadliest waters
Precluding weights on my shoulders
Shedding sweats and making blunders
I’ve bled on all stones and flowers
Even on same spots and corners
That gave me scars I remember
Round of applause for the monster
Who happens to be a painter,
I see him now as a teacher
And judge him not by his cover…
Lessons I learned from all my scars
Are never the same in my jar
Not even an exploding maar
Or scars firm as harmattan cheddar
Wider than oceans or dark as tars
Can stop me from loving these scars
Outward or within, low or high
On the verge of life’s draining bars
I don’t care if a trocar
Comes plucking off all I garnered;
A life lived without scars and chars
Is like being a stringless guitar.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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vamoose
From an elusive concept
Of an abusive romance
I prefer clean pairs of shoes
Shown, than the blood from a fool.
How they both had butterflies
In their stomachs, I know not
But from afar I saw lights
And its sparkles shined so bright.
Coming from hearts, with just flight
And hormones that felt alright…
Now the sparks comes from the files
Sharpening blades of their knives
While those hormones excited
Are great sadists by neglects,
“I hate you” they now recite
Picking bruises, all day and night
Ring that binds can be untied
So walk out, for sake of life
There are an unending lists
Of late plebs, who stayed in it
People smile and giggle too
In same love that involves two
Kindly show clean pairs of shoes
You deserve happiness too.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Breathless Desire
Floating on a broad dimension
Drowning at the smell of portion
Can it be straight; ray motions?
Because I can’t comprehend
Why beginnings seem like an end
Heebie-jeebies! it freeze or bend
Even when tested by distance
Lightening may not stand a chance
Traveling farther in a glance
But like dragonfly with six legs
That can not walk; and square pegs
In round holes, there goes the lungs
On pins and needles, getting high
Seeing the apple of an eye
So breathless, becomes of her.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lost in void
Stay focus no matter what
Posterity is a needle eye
Only the right and just
Would eventually pass through,
No matter the circumstances
Wrong is wrong and it is
As big as an elephant…
But, how can I stay on course
When an impeccable carnage
Of distraction keeps hovering
With a million booby traps
Over me from page to page,
Hunting my mental health and
Making me a caricature while
An Elephant passes through
The tiny eye of a needle.
The masquerades no longer dance
To tones in the market square
But to the vibrations of money;
No wonder my soul left my flesh
Distancing itself from my falls…
And the shames of the cruel worms
In my stomach drumming and
Releasing hits songs back to back…
How can I stay on course
Paddling in a troubled sea
Misled by credible wind of sail
And a devoted broken compass,
Into a world of negative trends
Where every wrong is praised
And right is stoned to death
Or possibly aborted before birth…
How can I! When I am startled
In the dark, by my own shadow,
And a voice within me that echoes
My failures every break of dawn.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Red orange Delilah
Heaven may see through my corrupt thoughts
And the point where my conscience got burnt...
Until it sees a beauty with grace and elegance
Making a statement; fall or take a chance...
Heaven may erase my name from the book of life
But I await the judgement after my demise
For there is a perspective of sin I have seen
That justifies impermissible carnal sin.
Heaven knows that even immortals
Can't take their stainless eyes off her
Her body configuration do not hide
The amazing workshop where God's craft abide
Heaven knows that her skin is as soft as a wool
Red orange Delilah meant for Samson's Waterloo...
I know in heaven my thoughts are condemned
But with her, I would rather stay as damned.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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