Baby Shower
Well some friendships, are more like bloods
Thicker than water; sweeter than sugar.
My dear sweet friend; you are adoring
Lovely pretty daughter, turning mother
Blunt; no pretend were all funs we had
Truth and the dare; running from a beer.
Glad and privileged to be your friend
Distinction you are, beauty with brains
You are a gem, and a virtuous woman
Surely you have something golden in you,
Something to treasure, never a chaste
From actions and humps; God bless your bumps.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Heart and soul of pain
Lotion of my sublime silk smooth skin
Smooth as a baby’s bottom, it was
I’ll love you forever and a day
We said; till we no longer recall.
We once lived right there, but not anymore
Now what next! Got me wobbled in fear;
Every now and then, it came in glimpses
Till it disappeared, like smokes in air
Sweet memories grew like a pair
Of specs, every day inside my head.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Sonnets: Blue eyeballs
Your sky blue eyes, turns me on
You are a being, super born
In your gaze, dwells love portions
Blinking out, guilty pleasures.
Sunsets with good intention
Showing soul, heaven’s treasures.
Bunch of roses, pure emotion
In your eyes, I see passion
Innocence, beautiful fun
Dashing cold, clogging visions
And your gaze, leaves a notion
Going places I can’t mention
Moist blue, like heaven lotions
So awesome in definitions.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Destiny choice
I have journeyed and toured
Into rooms of multiple doors
Future is a pregnant whore
Sorry for the words that I pour
Exposure births such odor
But I know, greatness I am for.
Destiny is a glamour
Frankly, I don’t know which door
That she will choose to come from
Nor her color, size, shape and form
I am in the midst of all
Observing all and doing chores
I have journeyed and toured
Into rooms of multiple doors
Future is a pregnant whore
Sorry for the words that I pour
Till I know the very door
That she decide to come out from.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Your art
Your rare
Spectrum of lights
Interacts
In commune
With beauty
And brains intact,
Just like
Kids to cartoons
The good thing
About art
Is that yours
Brings good fortune.
I’m not
Saying this to
Impress you
But painting
Your portraits
Just as you are.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Even Angels earns their wings
Hey, trouble has its space in time
There are sandy soils even slimes
Praying against tides is not all
Pledging blood and sweats, kicking ball
Is a trick to tackle the tides
So identify your strongest sides
There are starts and ends; remember
January comes from December
Crafty hands made flying kites
The Angels wings are also earn.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Peace, Pure, Bold
Peace is upon a room
That kicks against doom
The owls and flying brooms
And the minds of heavy loads.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Golden prints
Sit upright,
Be focused
Stay uptight,
Be not forced
Against will
Take a stand
Make a drill
So to find
Lovely path,
For a niche
Make a fight
With a wish
Sit uptight
Do not sleep
Leave behind
Foot to find
Golden prints
On time’s sand.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Queen of hearts
You are the Queen of hearts
Secrets of a tycoon
A sweet refreshing breath
The air in a balloon
A whirling pleasant sight,
Ones come, in a blue moon.