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No Roses
I know your worth
It is a gold
Royal and just
So majestic
Your fragile heart
Do not deserve
Anything not
Brand new and real.
So I mould me
From ashes and clays
Using bloods from past
Heartbroken life…
Yes I love you
But I can not
Come up with roses
Saying I do.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Tales Of A Wife: Shrieks
Shrieks of my laughters
The daughters of a dye
Pretty wings that fly
Up in the sky
With a screeching happy-cry.
Always got me
Gazing up the sky
Not just the sky
But the unseen skit
Skit in the blue-sky.
Undisputed beauty of facts
Most gorgeous and fine
Pretty wings of a fly
If you don’t notice
You most be blind.
I dwell under such passion
Beautiful cloud of affection
Blue affectionate infection
Poisoned I am
Paramedics found no solution
Witch-doctors foresaw its function
Spotless pretty winged
Flapping out such colours
Not one in a million
But one in a lone, guess its unique.
This beautiful
Is what everybody would place
As an order
The shrieks of my laughter
After you no other.
Doctors’ Report on Our Love
This is a short story of an impossible love which is neither theirs nor the doctor’s but their blood genotype. He tries to explain the reasons as said by the doctor hoping she would understand.
Doctors’ Report on Our Love
You know that I need you
Like hearts do blood
But…:
Don’t ask me “why the but”
For genotype forbids us
Passion yes do,
But… for our kindred sake
Doctors say;
Let’s make this union fake.
Please buy and stop this fight,
You’re my air, girl, I breathe you
But…:
Stop picking and throwing dishes at me
Just let defiance go
Defend our honor, protect no pride
This good advice I hate too
Doctors say;
Let’s make this union fake.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2011;
Wall-apart
Wall-apart
“Adama” I called you
Do you remember…?
When we were younger
How happy we were
Biding a low-bye
Even when daddy and mummy
Watched with a questioning eye-brow
“en” You replied
Do you know why…?
I searched for my neatest clothes
Anytime you were around me
Gentrification in action
Reasons to the little B-girl
Smiling and enticing me
To look the very best
Do you remember…?
All of the things we said
Through the tall fence
Calling names, laughing and gibing
Fun became boring
We were deprived
Deprived by the walls.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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