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Prologue: Heists

Back in time, during our school days
We were classmates and even seatmates
You were so bright like the beam of rays;
And your beauty engraved my brain…

Best of the bests, you could right a wrong
Our friendship was everday, ever so strong
Unlike an uncoated iron untrusted in salt
Mysteriously, we grew refusing to rust…

When our classes were in session,
I hardly could even pay attention
Your beautiful imagery I saw and focused
Reflecting upon the wall and class board…

With my pen and breaking pencils 
I drew roses and wrote you letters
So many kind words, at the end of it
I wrote in disguise; yours sincerely pest…

Each day you read from the ghosty pest
You told me how kind and sweet he was
Often he even sent you bouquet of roses
I smiled, while we both watered it to grow.

Every other day, I wrote a love poem
To you as pest; although I never meant
To be a perpetrator nor anonymous,
But, I wasn’t bold enough to tell you…

Trust me, it broke my heart you loved,
The other me; texting pest and telling me
I wondered why you never figured out,
The twist and turn of my swivel chair….

Tears burned through my hazy eyes
I never meant to be the daily heist
I often wish I could erase every ink
But I feared, lossing a seatmate and friend.

Prologue: Approaching

Photograph of Lola Oj by V. Collins

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But the sweet key words to say…

Accurate in any view;
Wish I ruled your realm
By despair, I admire you at the bay…

Attimes I saw us two;
Walking in my head, as same
But the realities were mine to pray…

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But the heavy no, that you might say…

Autumns brought you through,
Winter came; I passed a blame
By the moment you pass my way…

A drop of your dew
Water my woody phellem
Between God and man, you slay…

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But I was inexperience and dull as jay…

Attempts I made were few
With the way you bloom
Bet, in my dreams, you were my hay…

A great deal of holy jew
With soft lips of a kiss emblem
Blowing cool germfree air, so to say…

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But I wanted all faults to be a fay…

Awesome as new
Wave hot like ylem
Believe me, you are a cosmos clay…

Apparently moulded too
White eyes, you’re a golem
Bright and loveable all night and day…

Approaching you
Was never my problem
But how to properly handle your ray…

The concept

Photographs by Miss Ruth I.

In life, there are few females
But more in this musical room.
Listen closely to the sounds
From the strings of my guiter.

It goes wile, when you’re around
It can’t stop to touch the ground
Music makes the cows milk more
You are musical, the one I die for.

At my back she might be taken
To my left she may be finer
To my right she may seduce me
But the concept I need is you.

Unveiling her (16th Sunday)

Do you remember the African lady
I once said her beauty never dies?

She brings me comfort, by the bay
She is my sweet sanctuary lane;

I love her not for her gorgeousness
But because of who she is…

She is the cathedral of my soul
Compelling me to eternal flame;

She is my sugar, she is my fame,
She is my pleasure, she is my pain;

She is my lightening, she is my bulb
She is my pride in this affection job

She is my friend, sister, mother and twin,
Unveiling her, for she is my thick and thin

Evil and her can’t dwell in a sentence
She is my key and she is my lock

She is my celibacy changing status
She is my wife from April the 16th sunday.

Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
(C) April, 2017.

Dedicated to my sister (Onyeche J. Ify) who weds next Sunday (April 16th, 2017).

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