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Mushroom

There’s no much room
Merriment’s a pyre restroom
Of which the sand’s roomy.

Tolerance and vengeance
Mario is deprived
Of a mushroom jump

The dead pyretic ground’s roomy
Mario that you dog’s
Of you and in you.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

(c) 2011 http://onyecheonyeka.wordpress

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

(c) 2011 http://onyecheonyeka.wordpress

Something Without

 

Something Without

 

There is something I want to say

I take a softer line yet I can’t stay

This way;

 

Lonely, I so need a sway…

 

There is something I’m scared to face

It makes me increase my pace

I’m a soul chimed with no ace.

 

Wish she’ll play my soundless noise; for

There is something I like her to hear

Rhythms drumming hard, orchestra playing together;

 

Not beats but a listener missing…

 

There is something my mouth dare not speak clear

Sounding like a broken record if played

Right in here, deep within, my heart speaks clear.

 

        By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

        © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

 

 

 

Tales Of A Wife: Shyer

Everyone likes her
Everyman wants her
First rated, face of a goddess
Frustrating everyman’s
Loving-kindness
Her gaze is a smearcase
Don’t look or
Fall from a staircase.

She’s this type that
Everyman knows
Although she goes by different names
Sweetie, Pretty-princess
African Queen, was what 2face called her
She’s cool like a sleeping-beauty,
Her parents should have named her Baby-angel for she’s such a love muffin

Everyone likes her
Fallen from the staircase
To some ‘No’, To some ‘Yes’
Then, everyone befriends her.
She’s a man’s fondness
That soft touching,
She talks to a mans heart
With such a large effect.

Everyone likes her
Everyman wants her
Dust in the wind
Coarse thud
Non-in her voice,
Well polished and brushed
Phonetically
She is an Ace.

Not a dog or another loosed animal
Mere hearing her sweet voice
Or seeing her fantastic pretty face
Covered with her
Consistent long dark well-gloomed hair
Hearts be sprinter
To reach the spinster
She is a fits of laughter.

Her seduction and free sights
Get me always in sighs
Only, I say ‘hello’
She reply ‘hi’
Everyone likes her
Everyman has her
But by her
I am a shyer.

Vamp Desire

Amorous tender,

A good number

She a vampire

Warden to my desire

Dancing to musical-vamp

Slow melody

She steps on my vamp.

Carrying her,

She relaxes

On my shoulders.

When I’m back home

She draws out my ties

Her body talks to me

I feel good in pain.

Vamping,

I stretch

I call her starchy

She hardens me.

Vamp queen

She exploits men

She can’t loan me

For I own her.

 

Tales Of A Wife: Zodiac Wanderer

In life, there is love
Not even the horns of Aries the ram
Or those of Taurus the bull
Is well-built to uproot love
Love and life is like
Gemini is twin.
We are Cancer the crab
Nothing in life can deprived us
From pinching this love.

In life, you’ll feel that electron
Flowing through electrodes of heart
It never dies outside a blinded fable
Virgin Virgo may refuse the energy:
Truth be told:
On a cradle she shall get laid,
Someday
Loosen up and be liberated by Libra
He never fail to balance the synergy. 

Life is a wanderer
Love is its follower
Getting strings attached
Scorpios the scorpion may sting
Sagittarius the archer may shoot
Love never dies,
Its as stubborn as Capricornus the goat. 
If you never loved
You never lived.

Love feeds life and life fits love
’tis like Aquarius the water bearer
And its love-fish
Pisces must swim while it lives
Till the tides separates; Life goes on,
Then love comes by;
Alongside break-up or death
If you’ve never loved, you’ve never lived.

Feel my orgy of self-pity