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Speech unspoken
Leaves have fallen
Hot now frozen

We do not bind
Yet, love is blind,
Blowing out minds.

Our hearts are clays
On a display
Cracking both ways..

It is a shame
We quench our flames
Passing the blame.

After the lies
And thousand times
We lost the sparks

We still do fight
In dark and light
Shredding our hearts.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ode of Josh: The Odds Were Right

Josh is a man guided by dreams,
God above always answers his prayers,
So he prayed for and had her on his palms.
It was all for affection: he was in love,
But in his dreams was a fading glow
Disapproving lights from the glove.

‘I had a dream last night’, he said to her…
‘What did you dream’ asked her
But he couldn’t respond definitely to her.
For his dream had her disapproved by swans
The odd was against her: silent white lies
Said all there was to say; in love games…

He didn’t seem it very important
He kept on digging holes for an ant
To store love: on earth there is not a saint…
Who hasn’t sinned for no man is purer
No… no.. not even one, now and forever
So against the odds he held on to his lover…

They both grow fonder, higher on love tree
And they both walked on each others heel
Everyday he played and prayed on his kneel.
He had God blessed his palm on the wheel
But Each time he was with her, slow on hill
Were a bad omen! until she cut off the tree..

Taiwo her ex, resurrected from underworld
Surprisingly, her lies sprung up from the ground.
Ashamed, she flew while in hush Josh watched…
Front and back, up in the sky she flew disoriented
Because she loved two men: so she sat on the fence
Pulling the trigger deliberately, Josh hence…

Reminded her that there is that one…
…Special soul mate for everyone…
She isn’t, but a mismatched consonant preceding an.
Love comes naturally: Taiwo she chose without a fight
For the moment she left, the glow became bright
Josh then smiled saying: ‘the odds were right’.

Drifting Love

Drifting Love


New and old

What an odd

Swaying towards another

Her spine swayback


She knows she’s a loser

She knows her shine’s dull

She knows her milk’s soured

But fights for what’s hers.


Screeching away

A screeching sound

Her spine swayback

Forever sworn now a swearword


New and old

He forgets her

“Swaying towards another

O… he forgot me”.



By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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Tales Of A Wife: Owlets

The hooting call from the owls at war
Penetrates through the concrete wall.
Idiotic, useless and hopeless windbag
At each other, forenames they throw back.
“His horns are red” she cries:
“This can’t be a wife for life” he yells.

These owlets are job providers
The neighbours they employ
All because of her besetting-sins.
Or maybe
His horns are truly red:
This can’t be the married they planed!

He vowed never to fill his glass
But it seems like he’s never ready
It’s the only thing that gets him happy
No reflection, he could see his eye
Tipsy isn’t a word, he touches the sky.
And ask; how can a man please a wife?

As their employed neighbours
He sends us on apologises
An owl’s hoot gone through no ear
We dash our precious time to futile.
Brain intoxicated, he bends his elbows
I’m running away from Satan he feels.

Tapping bottles and wheels.
Driving off to anywhere, but not here
Sad they sleep with the devil
On same spot called “marriage”
Break fails: struggling to live or die
Away from troubles or face the dull-shine.

I… Hate You!

Against my will
Like gravity, you pull me down
Bouncing on me like lion
You tear me apart
Coldblooded, this love bleeds. 

You just a clown
You on my face is frown
Forcefully, I wear your crown
I just glare at your thrown.
Money, fancy things and trips
You bribe me to like your lips
You force me to say; ‘I love you’
Angel, baby, honey, my darling
You the only bitter honey I call vinegar
I… hate you more than the devil hates good.

I wish you bad and no good
Yes, ‘I love you’
But the hatred I have is more
Just like the cigar I smoke
The stress I cope
I’m the alcohol to your kidney
I’m not a disguised toxin, see me
Open your ears my honey
Darling, hear the last whispering
For there is no one I hate as you.

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