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Original sin

Some actions are like the sun rays,
So damn hot, full of funny ways
In our voice was some kind of grace
Innocence lost heavenly race.

Sweet extraordinary thing
Swimming in original sin
Intimacy clogs timid mind
Inside a room we were once blind

Saints in us we toss into bin,
Sex we turn into a common thing
In here it is our Queen of hives
Intimacy with endless vibes.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rarely Born

You are all, I wish to have
Yellow like maize, so I crave
To have you, all nights and days
Treasure you, and your portraits

In love with the smile you wear
In my heart you give me fear,
You are but, a harmless horn
Yeah you; are a rarely born.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Babbles of faith

Let me drink all
Liquors down the hall
Live till I fall…

Kicking the balls
Kedge guides the drunks
Kick up my kneels…

Ice cubes in wine
I feel bad but fine
In tears of mine

Tea cups and plate
The fan may rotate
To clocks of late

But I feel great
Bowing down to greet
Babbles of fate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.

Nigeria: Black Politicians

Black Politicians – Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Even with disgust detectors
Black pigs are but evil vectors
They pretend to be good mentors
Displaying the calm sheep’s features
Whereas they are the Devil’s mentors.

Borough, soil loses its textures
Development they place in detentions
Vanity they steal buried in mansions
Human brain has no sense receptors
But I feel deep pain inside my brains

I can’t comprehend the pigs actions
Mind you black pigs can lack pigments
So it is not just about complexions
But the irritating gravitating tensions
That keeps reprinting in revelations

And coming as scissors and vultures
To destroy the books none are authors;
And worsen the strains of genetic minds
When they are done, they leave behind sands
Feet and self-destructive hands.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Underneath the mistletoe

On a house, make a roof
If it leaks, make a proof

If you want, to be great
Work harder, towards it

Let your mind, freely drop
And great shall, make a pop

Nurture a, mistletoe
When it grows, it last long.

Same implies, finding love
If you want, fall in love

Forget the, fallen price
Let it come, as surprise

Free your mind, worry not
Under the, mistletoe.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dew drop

Cool calm, delightful and a few,
In your blood and sweat, love are true

You are a fresh free falling dew
Blood and guts are so far from you

Rejuvenate sweet simple clue
Everything about you, stays new.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Synecdoche: Office files

Don’t let me worry while they pile
Up on your table, from mile to mile
I came here happy but lost my smile

Because you sat right on what is mine
Please put a John Hancock on my file
Stand up synecdoche, tell no lie

Life is a clock that will always fly
I am the breadwinner in my house
I can’t just sit here till I die

Just because you are large on the pie
To be a man is diffinately not by tie
Remember I wait in low and high.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Her choice 

The harder, she drove
His brain pictured repose
Spooning her to prove
Melting ices can glow.

In loves arm and doze
With no harm he chose
Camera and pose
As lovers red rose

The finer she pose
Forever it froze
The hotter, she pose
His liver did froze

Where ever she goes
Whatever she does
A dreamer, he was
Another, she chose.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Matron, you came and drew
All of me, my point of view
Coupling like socks and shoe
On tattoos real and true.

Injections, my taboo
My tall fence you subdue
Strategic like haiku
You made grapes turn cashew.

I know you never knew
Love could come impromptu
All times I stayed on queue
Expecting red from blue

To rice, you gave a stew
Your love is my breakthrough
It makes me fall like dew,
Freshly in love, with you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Intelligence is learnt

Intelligence is a thing
That does govern
The minds of the great.

Intelligence birthed sons
That will fire burn
Producing results.

Intelligence is in genes
But it is earned
Developed and learnt.

© 2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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