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Sitting beside a burning fire
I feel the heat of my desire
But my judgment is clouded
By an all or nothing ill demand.

People throw stones from glass house
Accusing me for sheltering a mouse
Making me wonder if I sold time
Will we be after money and prime?

This hot seat has made me to realize
That by default we all have vice,
Though a prostitute may not be discreet
But the pope has his own secret.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Slice me if I become a piggy politician

There were once clans of great people
Living by their ethics and spiritual beliefs
All across the River of Niger and Benue
Until amalgamation came to hide the thrones.

Colonial masters united her yet in disunity
Because there is strength in diversity
But people forgot her ethics and divinity
Picking up new fights for Islam and Christianity.

It then seems as if freedom was a mirage
When toy soldiers stepped up with childish mentality
Egocentricity, leading her to war without amenities
Reading the unpublished script of independence

Many innocent flesh fell under the bullets
Indeed the British joined bad to evil outlets
It was in June twelve, nineteen ninety three
Men turned gods and destroyed history…

Democracy they say but the military act
Under the control of pigs called politicians,
Let’s not forget the oil money boom
And how they looted and shipped wealth abroad,

Nigeria was just an innocent sweet girl
Until these bastards raped her so bad,
Now she is lost in a shadow of herself,
I pray she revives and become great again

Until then, should I become a politician
And follow the same evil footsteps of pigs
Call in the butcher to slice my meat
And please when you order do not pay for it.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Plastics are made from oil
Underneath the surface soil

Hot balloons are filled with air
Same air makes the fire flare.

Cruel we may title deathwards
Yet we no not what is beyond

Obviously we critic perfection,
Probably to gain an attention

Whereas we are not makers
But inhabitant and users.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Go away! Get lost!

Hey…! enough of the on and off
No more switch, no more jagged knife
Take it far away from my life…
Including words that made me fall
Take the sweet cherries, take them all,
Enough of being just your sex doll.

Spreading my knees, chest you shove
Mounting on me your weight in clove
Mumbling aloud; I love… love… love
Grabbing my waist like pillows
Thrusting and banging my window
Ejaculating moaning; I love the limbo…

Not sooner comes the creamy milk
You remove your long joystick
Then zip up and away you walk
To return when you want another wreck
And after drilling into my body lake
You tell me; “babe, let’s take a break”.

Hey…! enough of the on and off
No more switch, no more jagged knife
Take it far away from my life…
Including words that made me fall
Take the sweet cherries, take them all,
Enough of being just your sex doll.

©2018 http://www.vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Carving her

I heard you carve flowers from ice
If you ever carve the love I have
Or opportune to paint things I write
Do not skitter the flower verse
For it carries a golden paragon
Whose charisma, bask a force
Relishing laughter, she excogitates.

When she trip her light fantastic toes;
She ease fierce wind and melts the stone
Her gaze and body are a beau ideal
As you carve and paint, do not forget,
Her Venus waist dimples my breath
Most importantly, do not forget
The mellifluous love she has for me.

©2018 Http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love Terrace

The thunder struck silently
Like Rain, love poured crazily
Erosion came sweeping drips
But we kept smiling like a sun.

Trekking down town with one plan
Singing sweet blues toppingly
Gathering bricks, building house
Hoping when competed we shall rest..

Perusing at the moon leisurely
Laughing like hyenas and jackass
Sharing dreams before we sleep
While hiding from the cold wind.

Inside our beautiful terrace
Is the most lustrous of desires
A gigantic heart burning fire
With electric veins just like wire…

Every part of our house
Has a golden room to admire
Most especially;
A special love that we designed.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

She puts you first

I know a goddess
In wonderland
She hates to rule
While her subjects
Die of broken hearts
And unfulfilled dreams

But the realm above
Do not interrupt
With natural process.
So in the darkest of night
She flung her soul
As shooting stars
To grant all wish.

Her action is tragic
That you may find love
And fulfilment of dreams
Deep down inside
Flowing through
The red streams
Of your body.

Each wish she process
She becomes a little
More mortal inside
And prone to death.
In the detriment
Of her immortality
She puts you first.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: The anniversary love

She ease the forces
In a cool breeze
She brings the light
All day and night
Praying to the moon
Cloud’s stars and sun
For a true love
That shall stand out…
But then I dimmed
Not in shinning armors
But a rusted heart
And polluted blood
Yet she saw through
My unholiness
And opaque gaze
An uncondition love
Exactly today
Some time ago.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Indian girl

Her hairs are longer
Than the River Nile,
Her gaze seeds sands
With the right mixture
And the true purpose
To grow a red rose.

Her teeth is whiter
Than dews and curds
A thousand carets
Falls from the holes
By her smooth chin
Each time she smiles.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sunlights of love

Expunging hate, even with a fight
Love is about the shinning light.
In flight or fright, it makes wrongs right
Not dampening hearts but clouding sight
With love that last, not wronging right
Neither backing out; when the light goes out.

©2018 Http://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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