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Familiar strangers

Are we now familiar strangers?
Our silence seem to write love letters
On empty space through the louvers;
I miss you, let’s talk it over…
So we stop looking black as thunder
The patches can be fixed together
Indeed, we can grow over solders.

Are we now familiar strangers?
Dwelling hot under the collar
Seeing each other on a regular
Yet, do not speak to one other;
At times we do not seem to bother
But, even when we appear better
We are still fishes outside the water.

Are we now familiar strangers?
Instead of dwelling like lovers
Daily, we deteriorate farther
Engineering nights to become longer
If we stay forever strangers
The Sun would die becoming weaker
I am sorry, please break the borders.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The symptom

Two legs in one
Trouser and pants
She thrust words as
Arrows and spears…

Some times tears melt
Mountains of ice
Some times the tears
Refuse to pour

Instead it falls
Like collapsed walls
Picking the tooth
Meal or no meal…

Digging deep holes
The blood gush out
In response to
A broken heart

Dumbs, can not speak
Some times they rap
When pain hits peak
In sorrow wraps…

At times we men,
Turn good women
Into awful
Terrible nags.

The neighbor hears
Parrots and dogs
Next time when we
Say she has changed

Firstly; let us,
Correct our wrongs
We are diseases
Her nag; symptoms.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Early Morning Mayhem

8:04 AM Thursday July 22, 2010

Early Morning Mayhem

At the crack of dawn

No smile uh

I hate you!Who did that and who did this?

‘Not in front of the kids’ Eye to eye, finding faults, exchanging blows

Fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers

‘Stupid family!’ regretting membership to the households

Even neighbors find witches in themselves

Dogs, cats, birds and beasts wonder who the animal is

The wrong side of bed, regular to the neighborhoods.

 

‘Not again!’
The hot air at the crack of dawn had preheated

‘Fool, stupid man!’
Out of like, love, extreme dislike and hatred.

First light, combating all weekdays even to a holy Sunday

I’ll slap you!’
Ministers, preachers, pastors and members of clergy

Present or to be in the expectations, redheaded finding faults

Exchanging blows, pouring curses, bringing down the dark skies,

Confusion in the family, no peace to the sun-scotching afternoon

When the moon stands an eyeball to an eyeball to its’ charger

And every peace lover is too busy in alone idle or commerce.

 

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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