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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

Amaryllis

You are a Swan, sweetest of wine
Beauty of a peacock, an immortal luck
The carnation in ample of an apple
And a sparrow of the Cupid’s arrow.

Soft like fur yet a tiger’s claw
Conjuring orchid from the air you breath
I must say; blessed be the day you were born
Behold! No entity has ever seen such a soul.

You are a mix of Heather and Rose
An Aphrodite’s seashell is that you hold
Time will fly, and the fox skin may fold
But, your beauty will forever remain like the sun above!


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Acceptable apology

Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act childish
Over something of no hitch
It is love and it is sweet!

Why ignore hello and hi
When you are weak to say bye
Why create steams over an ice
Criticizing cats and rats
Fighting for their own cravings.

Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act childish
Over something of no hitch
It is love and it is sweet!

Forget who is wrong or right
There are better ways around
Why pull wools over your eyes
Locking yourself in a cage
When there are no blood nor scares

Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act a fool
Over something clear to you
It is love and it is sweet!

And even when it hurts you
Sorry said several times
From the apple of your eyes
Shouldn’t be left by the side
Until hell begins to melt.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Date your spouse

Let us leave the past behind
And not dig out buried mines
There are things to hold on tight
All the way through day and night

These things are so significant
In stopping the unending fights
Like sorry said several times
Truly from a heart of repentance.

Be part of each other’s day
Appreciate them every day
Indeed it shows all love is
Yes, it rams and fixes the dents.

Silence is golden but it kills
Where conversation is a key
So please don’t stay glued to devices
Neglecting all sacrifices.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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

Flower and honey


There is a song pleasant to ears
Sprouting from hearts and never ends
In it says of warriors, so strong
Yet the weakest in such a song.

There is a sound that the bees make
Sucking nectars, their wings shake
Making sweet honeys from flowers
Yes, it is built into towers!

There is a voice that sometimes shakes
Pouring questions right to the face
Different tribes but same language
Growing fonder from page to page

There is a touch that makes a poet
Connect to soul on single thought
Whether in air, on land or sea
Love it is, where I rather be.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beclouded rose

Starring in the roles of ecstasies
Are bewitching flowers from precious trees
That exists in the sacred rhapsodies
Of fickle hearts catching pitter-patter,
From the styles and stigmas that deters
Immortals from grace as they pander.

This very pedal has an inner beauty
That conforms not with confidentiality
Instead her fragrance, in high velocity
Make the honeycombs to never run dry
As it willingly dispenses cravings into beehives
Transmitting signals stamen long to have.

This flower is configured to shine and rule
Her pride rests on her own receptacle
She’s beauty personified, yes it’s true
Like Aphrodite’s in reincarnation
Stretching back from time of creation
Till now, none can compete with her perfection

Aside the artifact in the treasure chest
Inside the ecstasy, she appears stainless,
Big and soft, classy and simple, yet complex
As her shadow, I’ve seen her naked by the mirror
Intently conceiving herself a pure allure
Whereas outside the illusion she has many scars and errors.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Talking heart


Give me puzzles to solve
Let me float up above
In the air like a dove
As long as the sky blue
Let it rain, give me clues
How to stay close to you

Show me how to have it
Show me how to hold it
So candles can stay lit…
Cold or heat, dried or wet
Impoverished or in wealth
Let me grab all that sweat

Never to be detached
But your sweet perfect match
If I crash, let me crash
What is life without you
When the wind lead me through
All the pains straight to you

You are such a goddess
This feeling in my chest
Is so deep and intense
Show me how to love you
I am null without you
Yes I am, it is true.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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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