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The sundown prostitutes

When a door closes another opens
Well… not on these burnt frames of mine
The burning dark fire places resistance
That breeds repulsions to all distance.

Tell me; have you loved in a whole tray
That all the love served were beams of light
Mimicking the Sunlight for the day,
Moon and twinkling stars at night…

So don’t blame me for being dark
Sellout, making love with hands out
When love I had suddenly turn lack
With perforation on my fickle heart.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Drink of love

I stumbled upon a motile river
Blue as the sky, yet red as a rose
Filled with charges of high volts
Looking shallow on the outside,
But quite deep in depth on the inside.

Coming at a brick in time when
I long for love and emotions
So like a Carmel, I knelt down
I rushed, and drank with pleasure
Filling all my empty chambers

But the more I drank I felt tasty
And that burning desire undefined
I just couldn’t stop drinking and
Something inside my fickle heart
Kept saying, it is love so unending.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


I have been in dark for too long
I know not what is right or wrong

I need clarity on my mother tongue
I need someone to shed light upon

The reasons why we just don’t learn
The reasons why the sad songs come on

Around the nation, plebs killing folks
And our shady politicians will never talk.

Brothers we claim outside the boundaries we are one
But as the locality narrows the more we drown.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nature seeks balance

There is such a beautiful thing
Called ugly logical mystery.
Studied and comprehended
Yet never understood.

This thing spits out fluids
This thing brings out flames
And come rain and come sun
Every day a child is born.

Born and wired by default
To be found even with faults
Yet on his peculiar bolts
Nature draw threads for a nut.

Around which leaves start flying
When the storm comes whirling
From the large breathing nose
Of the great beautiful universe.

Thus unsettling the dirty dust
As life, to run in such a rush
And within his pumping chest
Is pestilence of a fickle heart

Disturbing minds, blowing fences
For all senses to experience
The magnanimous wonder
Existence shall love to ponder.

Sitting on a rocking seesaw
Short, life is cooked and raw
Reaching for an equilibrium
Tapping switches, off and on;

Beside the controlling force
Is existence gravity source
On Earth, Nature a thing
Giving dust and taking points of origin.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ode of a rich and poor

In every

There is
An ascension

Just like
An hot air balloon

Thus bringing forth
A nouveau riche

As this happens,
Somewhere somehow

Tyre deflates
Nouveau pauvre

Suddenly becomes
Of a wealthy.

Like breath
Like death,

Beyond wishes
Some are

Born rich
As others


Indeed, times change.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dripping pan

Why does she fall victim
To the lies he tell
When he pretends to care

She must be gullible
By the beautiful roast
Of a bundle of lies.

She is just a pan
Receiving his hoaxes
In form of dripping fats

From the chunk of meat
Within his thick dark heart
While roasting her black.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Devil in me

Hard as a beetle
Offensive weevil
With a courteous voice
Wild yet mild in sounds

I met the devil
From deep inside me
In friendly manner,
We poured our hearts out

We calmly conversed
And heard each other out
The questions we asked
Feed woods to the axe…

Nothing came holier
As our ice calmed ox
Or even finer,
As our fire rode horse

We were but a face
Running the same race
With different names
Coming out from us.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Affable

Every time
I look back in time
Makes me cry and smile

I cry for
All the broken tiles
In truck loads
That fell from the sky

And I smile
At distance in miles
Between us
Yet we conversed fine

We both were in time
That we had to frine

With deep wounds
Underneath the lime
With pockets
Empty with no dime

Every step
We made, had a slime
We talked till
We called each other “mine”.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: True is love we share

Different in ethnic
But please do not panic
If we are opposite
In colours and in tongue,
Even in shape of heart
For we share common beat
Sweet taste of sugar beets.

All front has its own back
Like monkeys loves to swing
Not all birds hum and sing;
We are two green leaf trees
Under the same sunlight
You are you, I am I
And true is; love we share…

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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