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Somonka: Tender crush

The puppies sky gaze
At the stars while it twinkles
All we had as kids
Was a shadow of the sun
Crawling out onto the ices.

Moon looms in your eyes
No one know you like I do
We walk down those streets
Talking about beauty and beast
Laughing out favorite lines

From a childish brain
And matured wires in our veins
Our hearts raced to taste
A drop of rain on our face
Jamming heads, we never kissed

In view of the rush
In fog we played hide and seek;
Then we fell on rocks
But the dew was all we trust,
Though no tears, we almost cried

Then we cheered ourselves;
Touch you last, we often scream
Until crop of cream
When it turned long time no see,
You were, sweetness of my tea.

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2017
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Prologue: Lost in Nostalgia

Title: Prologue- Lost in nostalgia
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Theme: Fictional Lost Romance of childhood

I watched her grow
From toddler to teen,
Childhood of sweetness
Adulthood she glitters.

In the past, we flew
Kites in sites till ten,
Then we used to burst
Bubbles off our blisters.

See… I knew her when
Her big breasts were flat;
We played ten-ten alot,
We built houses with mud.

See… I knew her even
Before hips could twist;
Under the tree we slept,
Our bodies were never a rod.

Before the ripener was red
We jeered at each other
She was the fillet, I the bone;
On same part, old we grow.

Bodies in rain, we both stripped
Innocently, bathing together,
Until the kids in us were grown;
We were playmates in sun and snow.

Author: 

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.

Prologue: From behind

I recall, years not far, not near,
From behind, I stopped and stare.
At a sweet sight then in nostalgic,
An African, simple like a frypan.

On sight, my boldness disappear,
She cat-walked for my eyes to dare.
Her waist caused a jam on traffic,
Her aura comes with a cooling fan.

She is a fantasy in my emotional race,
A rare, phenomenal flawless Angel.
A pretty black apple, sweet and tasty,
An attraction more forceful than gravity.

Her hairs shone sun on my dark face,
She’s an attractive goddess thick as gel.
From behind, I approached my curiosity,
For if she’s a sin: heaven would be empty.

Prologue : Nostalgia

I once had a painting
Giga-shades of adoring;
In a familiar surrounding…
Scrawling and crawling,

It was an hallmark glory
Of my sweet untold story;
In the years, I owned a lorry…
She was devil cute, but holy.

My crayons couldn’t surpass,
Her beauty wasn’t in disguise;
In the bittersweet of my past…
She was an art, a lady of class.

Sweet pretty face, with lashes,
Dark hairs, black to thickness;
In absence, was homesickness…
All boys longed for her fineness.

She is a diva, none can harass,
Well configured as a classic lass;
Innocent child, a righteous pass
She was like a visible colorless gas.

An uncommon beauty in class
Her fineness breaths new life
In nostalgia, she had hot sparks
That unfroze my ice-cold heart.

Prologue: Behind the glass

Photograph of Uchechi U.

The best thing
Is as fine as sin;
Behind the glass
Is a fantastic glance.

I wish to canvass
For her bee frass;
Behind the glass,
Ferried sugar bypass…

Without guns,
I made plans;
Behind the glass
I got a brass;

From the bullets
In daydreams
Behind the glass
Is a lady of class.

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…

Prologue: School days

Back in school days
My best friends
And I;
Where the few people
Who knew
How much I admired you…

They would often
Make jokes of it
And I;
Knew it was no lie
That I
Had a soft spot for you…

But I was so scared
To man up and walk up
To you;
For you might say no
And worse,
Forever not look my way…

These were the assumptions
I made, back in school days…
To me;
You were the sun reservoir
To me,
You were a storeroom of stars..

I saw reflections in your eyes
I tried to resist forward push
From friends,
But; the magnet of adorations
In my heart,
Kept pushing me forward to you…

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