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Tone: Long cold nights
Her pores have this perfect imperfection drops
Pleasant odour; and caress each time it pours,
Hence pillows I hold when the room feels so cold,
And on sheets I fold, when the night seems so long.
Inner me burns like the volcano’s hotness
Without her sprinkle warmth, I feel so homeless
Hence whenever she leaves, the birds loss their nest
Homeless and restless I be, missing her sweats.
When I miss her effortless perspiration
There is this steep rise in anticipation
Hence pillows I hold when the room feels so cold,
And on sheets I fold, when the night seems so long.
As for her sweat droplets, they speak of her strives
Absorbing it, my uncoated heart meets her drives
Hence each time she is near, my heart skip a beat
Homeless and restless I be, missing her sweats.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Poem by a skeleton
Whence the leaves fall, done are the deals
Effing and blinding on shredded cruise.
Whence the dreams end, nothing feels real
Erasing memoir, scar and bruise.
Whence the clay breaks, no light, no ill
Everything goes, you will not know
Whence you see you, just lying still
Each and everyday in the hole.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Last year a corpse
Last night unveiled, my last year corpse
Flashing after the preacher’s touch
Twelve months had gone by in my mull
Of empty sockets; bones and skull
Crossing over, devoid of all
Excuses drawing back the balls.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Benz and Pants
Who do we blame, Benz…
Or the innocent ladies
Or flat bed of Government
Ritualist climb on top.
Above par of emotion
She chose a gravy train
Burning holes in pockets
Cash and carry submission
She takes a collection
Bread and butter in bed
Oh tell the god of seduction
Her arts are now a pitfall.
For the streets never sleeps
While fingers tap keyboards
And eyes watch the monitors
In order for boys to strike gold.
Ever since these boys chose
All or nothing weight of golds,
Going dutch for the money
Greasing her palms in bed
Lady’s now move around
In fear and without pants
Rumours say, it cost a fortune
In shrines where it bleeds
And proceeds fetch the Benz
While the owner of the pants
Mysteriously develop issues
All for the sake of the coins.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Speak directly
Have you ever asked questions
Pertaining your expeditions
Down the paths of religions,
Cultures and traditions ?
Do I believe in a Creator?
Yes I do, but I need a mentor
To prove flames and perceive odours
Oozing through these many doors.
My kneels falls on the floor
Sometimes am lost on its tour
Finding a true faithful shore
But I lie, am filled with His gore,
Taking momentum to ceilings
Expecting extra feelings
After a pool of baptism,
I go speaking in tongues
Acting or not; miracle pours
But I doubt and expect more
More to show, like visible dews
We are many, sadly it is true.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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King of beast
Life as a stage, begins empty…
Gradually wisdom then comes with age;
Sage and brave are on different pages.
In challenges, right on the face,
Cowards are known by the traces of fear
Wrecking and then repressing courage.
Like lions, show no fear on your face
Or else you will be in the circus
Mutely roaring loud inside a cage.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sonnets: Tribute to explosion victims
When tides with dust flood in rising
Wherein the colors begins fading,
Whales and ships gets sunk, colliding.
Having to know all fleshes shall tear
Hearts gets engross in such a fear
Had I known; the how, when and where
Hoarse from sad cries would not appear.
Magnum of cold bloods float to lawn
Mayhem: I wish I knew your last dawn
Maybe I will know how you drown
Maybe you will, evade the flown.
But here you lie flat by the shores
Battered by heavens open doors
Bothered not if cultured or boor.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sonnets: A rose
There is nothing to hide,
A rose is all I think.
Amazed by the red inks
Blending to kids and kin.
We were not birthed as twins,
Till our roses glowed in pink
Under the sky for a star to pick.
Now we are more than sparks
A bloodline; sharing links.
United, never weak
Sure ticket, confirm win.
Greying till; we hit the bins
To be laid, side by side
In another life, your rose I pick.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sonnets: Your Effervescence
In a long, unending war
In which tonnes lie on the floor
Moment you stroll, all eyes fall
Mesmerized by all your walls,
Heroes you turn to chicken heart
Hallucinates day and night.
So like the hell’s blazing fire
Scintillating sweet desire,
Anytime you stroll, bullets pause
Arrows drop, heart loss their pulse.
No stitches no single scar,
Notice you glitter like stars
Sun envies that your reflects
Scuffing hearts, like a magnet.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Tone: Drowning in her warmth
Shinning sheens inside nurse gown
Hot as hell, and soft as down.
In her warmth I rather drown
Around her head, lies her crown.
Her pupils are colored brown
Cheerful smiles, she never frowns
In her warmth I rather drown
Her charm is the best in town.
