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The Child I Birth Not

The child I birth not 

It was a dream than a trance 
It was a vision not a division 
It was aspiration and not an illusion 
The child I birthed not 

There was a conception, yes I conceived you 
It happened when others conceived theirs too 
Though it was at my old age that I did conceived 
But miscarriage along the lane it could not survive
The child I birthed not 

Within my womb it erupts like mighty waves 
Like the little spark I fan it but it ignites not 
Leaving me with tales to tell to folks 
The child I birthed not 

I sing in the tunes of them who has birthed theirs 
But the songs are not the same as it ought to be 
Singing amiss because of my child's death 
I lack the words of joy that fills the mothers heart 
The child I birthed not 

But I am not holding my peace for any longer 
Take me to the doctor and remind him of me 
Tell him/her that I am not going home either 
Until he/she looks at my eyes and tell me 
That the child I birthed not could not be reborn 

English and Literary Art is the child I birthed not

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And We Danced Not Again

At every beat of the gong 
The ekere and oja na ebe 
The udu gave the music base 
At every heat on the wooden uhe
The villagers gathered in joy 
Everyone bent down and danced 

But there comes a sudden sound 
Not familiar to our ears and dwellings 
It pairs the thinning air of the music 
Low the villagers halt the beating 
Weapons vomiting fire and smoke 

And we are now slaves with 
Everyday agonies and hopes lost 
Never to return to our home 
The gods in their fire vomiting weapons 
Captured us in our own homes 
And we danced not again

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Our Plea

Be the crime that should be abets 
And I will be the accomplice 
Be the case that should be tried 
And I will be the jury to defend it 
Our love shall be the judge of the trial 
Love on this jurisdiction we vowed 
We defend it today against hatred 

Let me know you like legal maxims 
Aphorism not found by many 
The words that shows prowess 
Like the black law dictionary 
To be able to converse well 
Before my lord at the Honorable 
Gathering of the luminaries 

Let's build foundries and havens 
To melt down all the trouble and hide 
In like metal form stood on the road 
Our love that had stand out many trials 
Liquid metals remolded into golds 
Standing out till time indefinite 
Let me be your case darling 

© John Chinaka Onyeche

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Buried Me Not With the Great

Buried me not with the great 
Of what use could be of such honor 
The great died for a noble course 
But what is of my death that I died? 
For tolerance of daily heart disease 

The disease that the brave could not die for 
Less it is published anywhere that I lay with them 
I have not been able to attained it yet 
The brave of my life were ruthless to love 
And the gods worshipped them for this acts 

Less it is said that there was love 
Tell them that I was not found in it 
I was daily bruised and poisoned 
Knowing that heart disease kills 
I lived in pills and I was still not pitted 
Tolerate me and I was put to death 

Never ever considerate one who preached 
The sermons of harmfulness daily echoed 
From the holy altar of love in hatred 
The teacher is full of scares 
And daily they tortured their captors 
Leaving them with no hope for to live 

You can't stop now 
The power is not with you 
Break the heart now 
And leave time with it 
But the unborn cries 

© John Chinaka Onyeche

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Sing In the Rain

Dear Rain 
The natural studio I have often visited 
In the late June July August visit 
A good singer I am still not yet 
But I am toned on whenever you visit 
Wet my voice again tonight 
Come gently again this eventide 

Dear rain 
Not the thunder storm like rain 
The one that leaves me brainstorming 
About the possible earth ending 
With lightening so terrifying 
And flooding that wrecks my aboding 
Rendering me naked before my folks 
Making me feel like I am in dirge 

Dear rain 
The teacher that is not seen 
Voice trainer in disguise 
Every drops and sounds you made 
Produces tones unfathomably great 
Singing along with every hits on the roof 
I am mused with the way you play your tones 
Come gently again this eventide 

Dear rain 
Every lyrics are well orchestrated 
Humming and shouting alike 
No listeners across the walls 
To the temple of my heart I sing 
Gently in this natural studio 
I am singing again tonight 
With every drops of the rain 
My beats are produced again 


© John Chinaka Onyeche

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Honey Tonight

Honey tonight is the night 
Remember not the toiling 
You have won my heart 
Tears are far away from here 
Rekindle the fire of love within me
In this room filled with fragrances 
I have made this bed for ages 
I am here to quench your thirst 
Come up with me and feel me 

I am the historic lady and retold 
Whose love stories appeals none 
Loving too much and I was hurt 
Left in the hands of painful havens 
Love left me destitute in this desert 
I was left alone here to mourn love 
Upon this hill it has holds up my heart 
Crying day and night and love is patience 

Come take me to that climax 
From where I am lost in myself 
Seeing love with my eyes dangling 
Never to fall behind but grow up with it 
I fell in love yesterday and it left me here 
Tonight I want to grow with love and not fall 
Crashed heart is always hopeful for love 
Embrace me and kiss away from me this pains 
I am hopeful of your love tonight darling 
Love me till tomorrow comes 


© John Chinaka Onyeche

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Unity In Diversity

Flowers are wheat 
Flour is draught 
Unmixed it flies 
Mixed it builds up 
Bread for its eaters 
Two hands divide 
Unity in diversity 

© John Chinaka Onyeche

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Please Edit My Story

Please edit my story he whispered 
It's the story of an orphan child 
Who lost his way home in the noon 
On the lonely road left alone 
A mile away from home he walked 
His story to be edited 

Edit his story and tell him that 
Tomorrow is a good day to behold 
To remember his home alive 
And rewrite his history of the home 
Away from home he had lost 

Edit my story that I had survived 
Away from the home I resurfaced 
That life was a mystery and a conquest 
In many ways it writes our stories 
But Please edit my story 
And I will retell my history

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Of

Of this windows 
Of the widow's hut
Off Shades of willows 
Off We watched winds 
Of Dancing in its whine 
Of Hopes lost is rewind 
And it tells of another 
Wand of peace

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Soul Mate

Soul mate 
It's like a honeycomb 
Dwellings of sweetness 
The honey that soaks my bread 
In the eventide of a restful hour 
With every words gushing out 
Like the sweetest palm wine 
Tapped by my grandfather 
That never founds its likes 
Ever since he had journeyed home 

Soul mate 
With every choice words 
She prays in conversation 
With the beings of purest love 
Deep down her voice life springs 
Like the oil that runs down Aaron's head 
Peace of mind she brings with her 
Every steps graced with kindness 
Echoes of love heard by her man 
Love is found again! 


© John Chinaka Onyeche