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Characters in Era

Every thing has a time in space
Today’s muse may fetch embrace
Tomorrow it may be termed disgrace…
Everyday stars are born, lights unchanged
Glittering from above it grace a stage
Cheered till it turn another lukewarm.

Like it’s said; “players may change
But the game remains the same”
The cycle continues all in time.
People may come as different names
But their era is like running a race
Where every pace has a replaceable face.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Super alpha carbon

I am a carbon
Not just a carbon,
But alpha super hunk

Black but hot like magma
No omega, no gamma
Just me, just trust me

I am a carbon
An exclusive version
A complete sweet option

Ain’t other copy
Just me, just trust me
Sodding wow in excellence

In my trash, you find no junk…
Ain’t no other like me
In this entire universe.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

President DT

In we God trust
But what a rust

To uncoat rods
Painting the winds.

Earth has issues
Clearly seen through

But why send troops
To outer space

When inner peace
Is not in yours…

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Community Leader

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.

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

Worldline

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
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