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Captured

Dusting old shelves
And all there is left
I found her here
And I held her dear.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A sudden kiss

If you ask me to describe her mouth
I wouldn’t tell of its retracted size
Neither shall I speak of its pursed,
Under bite looking shape.

I wouldn’t narrate the long distance
Of the chin, or nose from the lips
Neither would I tell of its ruby,
Deflated and puckered size

I shall skip the long narrative
A Poet might love to write
And place my description
Far beyond all eyes can sight..

Drawing my strength from roses
I shall speak of the miracle it cajole
I shall not emphasize of its texture
But its convincing sweetness in a kiss.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Yabba dabba doo!

Yabba dabba doo!
There is an amusement about her;
Spinning beautifully around her smile
That makes me ponder every time…

On the crown of her head
Is an aura of an Angel, you find
Yabba dabba doo!
In attitudes, she lends a hand

With her body configuration
Comes an irresistible temptation
Compelling love manifestation
Yabba dabba doo! Oh yes she rocks..

What a valuable treasure, if you see her
Take it that you’ve seen a goddess
Yabba dabba doo! I think she knows
Truly none is as influencing as her…

Yabba dabba doo! her mouth is thin
Yet everything she says with it
Is not just big but funny and interesting
Yabba dabba doo! She is just my kind.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Period of my rebirth

If I am to be rebirth
I shall love my destiny
To roam and scout for any
Trace of my present parents

I shall not just travel
To feel the beautiful world
But find an umbilical cord
Deep right inside my cradle.

Before water breaks or flows
I shall love to receive
All their sweet beautiful traits
Genetics and hereditary throws

I hope, they are not stressing
Worrying about my tomorrow
For nine months in a row
While the bumps is growing.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Weirdness of the African gods

References must be cited,
My lecturers emphasized.
Be of good behavior
My parents urged I endeavor

Today’s trends in Nigeria
Breeze sickness like malaria
As these politicians are embezzling
The pretty ladies go prostituting,

Fake pastors be casting out demons
As these men spin wheel of quick monies
The country is no doubt
A shadow of its unborn self…

The fortunes that favors the bold here
Are our indigenous identity we fear
As others make it inferior by faking
To be another thing yet utilizing

Our heritage but as the hidden secret
Beyond these laments, my questions are
Will you rather be a virgin that made hell
Or a professional prostitute that made heaven?

If you were the African gods,
Will you rather people come into your shrine for miracles
Or give out charms to an anointed prophet
Who goes performing your miracle in another gods name?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Institution of affection

Love is an institution
Providing joy and satisfaction
Protecting careless emotions
With everlasting sweet affections.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Avoiding depression

Self development is
A prerequisite
For career excellence

Self discovery gives
A boost in confidence
To actualizing achievements

Self satisfaction is
A blend of self discovery
And self development;

So know what you need
And go after it to avoid
Present or future depression.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Eclipse of Shelter

I am a moon, never homeless
Or battered helplessly
Around the orbits of the sun.

When the earth, comes in between
Spreading darkness and all its twine
All I need when in ecliptic times

Is just a touch of travelling waves
Transcending from the yellow sun
In whose shadow, I find refuge

Knowing fully well, my shelter
Is the Sun, I stay resolute
Until darkness shall disappears.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Imperative Imperfection

Had the world been created perfect,
It would have been an empty basket
Hanging on His thoughts and arts
Dropping heavily independent of fate
Flesh and bones shall all be perfect
Competing with souls to stand eternity.

Had the world been created perfect,
It would have been an empty basket
Hence out of His breathe He did justice
Striking a balance for coexistence
Harboring all in the city of His superiority
As nothing but pencils in His sight.

Had the world been created perfect,
It would have been an empty basket
Filled with population of one race
Or a single breathe of common face
But He has created diversities
So life would not be a nonentity.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Individual Units of Life

Exchanging air, perusing space
Inside myself, in bold and fear
I wonder the secret ingredients
Used to cook up an existent
Applauded more by diversities
Separating the ups and downs,
Distinguishing right from left
Making beauty so crystal clear.

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