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Repeating Wow…!

You are wow
Wow to me…
Deep I am
Into you

In sequence
We made love
A vacation
A great trip…

Riding alone
All with you
In a nick of time
You touched me

With a tip
Of your finger
I felt heaven
Showers on me…

Unseen spiral
Around my body
Out of the blues
Came a kiss

Focusing on
Such a surprise;
The hot kiss
Became sweeter…

Reaching for
Your loaf behind
With the sweetness
Came a bliss

And the stars
All came out
With a blissful
Light for the night

And your breath
Smelt like life
A night like this
Should please repeat.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ride on a piggyback

Irrespective of your hair,
Whether white or black
If you are living with low
Or no form of lack,
Remember people out there
With no spanner and jack
Hoping to break up
With the piggy bank
Please stretch your hands
And don’t discard the sack
For it could be a ticket
For some to erase poverty mark
With a great support
For a ride on a piggyback.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The bridled Horse

I am like a bridled horse,
Not just by size nor strength
But by the uncommonness
Called a common sense.

I race for truth without fear
To the finish lines of life
Worrying not of what comes next
Carrying the weight of the world

I unsettle dust, galloping around
Where the wild dogs bark
With salivas that come as flood
Killing togetherness in the honeybees fay.

But diligently on my back,
I run miles and task all day
I know a time shall come
I would be unbridled by the hay.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Mr. Beneficent

West comes before the east
I know of not many men
Called Mr. beneficent;

He is always pasting list
Of big and small issues…
If you search for his name
You see it at the least…

Humane in character
Philanthropic by nature
Selfless in his thinking
Altruistic in his doings;

Standing deep at the south
Or at the extreme east,
Is where you will find him.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: The best way I start my day

Every morning, when I wake
And you are not by my side…

Melting in cold, I pick up the phone
Dialing the digits of your contact;

Hoping to hear your beautiful voice,
At the background; the tone beeps,

But my screen shows your charming face
Smiling so bright just like the sun…

Perusing at your photograph
Is the best way I start my day.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Restricted Emotions

Impenetrable emotions we feel
When we turned our hearts to steel
Derailing from the subject of love
A moving train, traveling but lost.

Perceiving and finding flaws
While weaving lies on our clothes
Between the hammer and the anvil
We chose the heart of the Devil

Ears of the walls picked up sounds,
From our whispering muted words
Now we are so afraid of breathe
Restricted to love and speak freely.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Eventualities

Please hope you are not bored
To be the different ball on board

For you were born to spring up
Not to mix with dust and dumps

But since you wish to dim the light,
And to descend for a delight

In search for hearts that harbour
A fallen Angel of glamour.

I wish you the best to find
An organic spark and sign

Please excuse my choice of word
If you find love, in this world

That if filled with bliss
Please pray… it never is,

In the perfect loving arms
Of a fuck boy after hits

I have been there trust me
It takes your sleep and meal.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Can’t help but marry you

I heard you are an unbeliever
To glitters of golds and silvers;
Unmoved by the twinkling stars
And not after size or shape…
But a complimenting give and take
From an affable jolly soul
That might not be as white as snow.

I heard that your expectations
Are both of genuine emotion
And a right mix that pays the tax
Surrounded by a frozen wax
Deep inside you is a sheer wine
Flowing with an elixir of life
Calling on me to call you my wife.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rats on the ceilings

There is this noise that keeps me awake
Ranting from the east; amplifying in west
Just as the quakes from an earthquake;

During the day it is calm, and still as a lake
But at night, it flows more than I can take
Making unending twittering sound of birds

Excruciating from a particular corner
And at same time striking loud like thunder
Mimicking drums, and all there are to drummers;

Pulling my eyes unto their movement
Nothing I see, so nothing I ever find
Wondering how they got there to hide.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A Savior that never came


I was sent down
To save the world
From Herself
And breath on shelf…


From a distance
I stare at the
Scintillating wonders
Of Her elegance,


From the fresh air
Escaping through
The narrow gateways
Of an open leg


I perceived
The sweet cologne
Of Her fragrance,
Without emergence…


The white and blue
Were all panicking
“Don’t loose him
Don’t loose the mother”…


But … In my zone
I hummed after
The whistling palm
And echoes from the sky…


I hear voices calling His name
Strangely by different ways
From the sermon and mindsets
Thinking brains adopted


I could feel the vibration
Of Mother Earth
Resisting the ocean
From engulfing Her…


Through the closed eyes
I saw but I never came
Nor conquered the dark
By bringing delight


With a cry of a baby
On the mouth to suck
The nipples of milk
On the chest of a female


It is not that I love
To let the milk get sour
But I just can’t soar
With an immortal body


I could have been infected
By the magnanimous pleasure
And irresistible temptations
Mother Earth was wired by


I could not stand the chance,
Living on a borrowed time
Acquiring immerse wealth
Fighting for Her with nothing left…


Do not ask me what I mean
If you do not know
Where I have been;
Living timeless without pain…


So from a distance
I chose stillbirth
So I could bring down rains
When She is weak and dry


And when Her child depart
I join her cry bringing thunder
Expecting another episode
Of exit and entrance to life.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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