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Baby Shower

November 30, 2017 11:18 AM / Leave a comment

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

November 30, 2017 7:54 AM / Leave a comment

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

Ended there

November 30, 2017 3:55 AM / 3 Comments on Ended there

We were love birds wearing smile
Dancing our way to the aisle
We took an oath; till we die.
And I felt, so filled and round
Pretty was more like it sound
But it ended; there, on that ground

The ribbons flied all over town
Looking gorgeous, she knelt down,
Angelic without a frown
And I felt, so filled and round
Pretty was more like it sound
But it ended; there, on that ground

With an hankie on her arm
Love a seed, we sowed in farms
Harvest stores, silos and barns
And I felt, so filled and round
Pretty was more like it sound
But it ended; there, on that ground

She fed me like my mother
Calmly I placed an order
Until there was no hunger
And I felt, so filled and round
Pretty was more like it sound
But it ended; there, on that ground

We then kissed oils off our lips
Until our brains, rolled and flipped
On that day she made me trip.
And I felt, so filled and round
Pretty was more like it sound
But it ended; there, on that ground

So my lovely dear, be nice
On D’day and in our house
Give me a love, we made plans
And I felt, so filled and round
Pretty was more like it sound
But it ended; there, on that ground.

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>Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Blue eyeballs

November 29, 2017 10:16 PM / Leave a comment

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

November 29, 2017 10:15 PM / Leave a comment

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