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Me, A Song Written By God

More accurate than a chronograph,
Well analysed than a spectrograph
I’m a dancing sonogram
Gush! The sound is killing

Mimed by the Angels above,
I’m a song written by the hand of God,
Sang by his singing birds,
Life listens that includes you and you

Mind-blowing like deftly,
The errors in his write-up are defunct
Speakers boom ….
Gush! The lyrics is killing

Modal verbs, must, shall, will
These songs he writes about me
Are point-and-kill not a moleskin
Making mountains out of a molehill

Written by Onyeche Vincent E Onyeka
(C) 2012
TheTruePoesy

Native Fly: Palmwine Play

Palm Wine

Palm Wine

    Palm wine Play
  1. It was some time ago no pea-cocking or ego
  2. Innocent and untouched like virgin forest
  3. Then grasses covered bottles attuned for palm wine
  4. Flies also sipped, it was creamy and white as milk
  5. From daddy’s cup the little kids drank
  6. Inspiring, their play was full of fun
  7. Pretending to be drunk; if not already
  8. Staggering, damping the eyes
  9. Rolling out the eyeballs,
  10. Stooping and soliloquizing
  11. Playing with sands, throwing pillows and falling
  12. Along the long narrow corridor
  13. Running for more, to daddy’s refilling cup
  14. To drink the universe large and play all night long.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2012
(D²rupoesy)℠ thetruepoesy™

Chocholate Skin

Most gorgeous skin
Of my kith and kin
The best in the line
The best of hides

Most gorgeous skin
Finest they’ve seen
The best of brown
The beauty in tan

Poetic gesture
Mail to my kin
Good quality gel
Reflects from the shin

Their thigh and groin
Reveals inheritance
Chocolate skin
Sexy defined hips

My soft spot
My hot hide
Most gorgeous skin
Of my kith and kin

(C) 2009
The True Poesy

written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

Happy Birthday

There is just a moment in life for memoirs
Memoirs of a perfect timing
Memoirs for Mr. & Mrs
Mum and dad to be precise
Memoirs for the world
Angels and God
Who sent their words
During the day
Night I think…..
Written with chalk and ink
Memoirs of a perfect timing
An offspring in pink
With cakes and candles
Disco like celebration
Soon becomes an anniversary
Anniversary for you and I
Today marks another day
Of a perfect number
Joy and happiness
Birthdays are for you and I.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(C) 2012
https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

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Unintentional Existence: The Day I Die

The Day I Die
I Wonder,
I Wonder…
The Applauses And Folded Hands
Tears That Must Have Seeded Onto The Sands
Texture Of Woods Underneath The Lands
The Day I Die
I Wonder.

I Wonder
The Attire The Motionless Body Abode
Tabby Bodies In Stripes
Turning Grey All The Way
Tangs From An Organic Being
The Flesh So Protected Decay
I Wonder,
The Number Of Bacterial Satisfied.

The Day I Die
I Wonder,
If The Angels Would Rejoice Or Cry
Top And Bottom, Which Would I Path
Thankful I Would Be,
Though My Flesh Feels Not
I Wonder…
If I would Recur It Is The Common Factor We All Share.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(C) 2012
https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

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