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How can a heart forgive the mark
Permanently, engraved for gaze?
Each time I see her photographs
Hanging behind walls of my heart
Retrospect plays the note she left:

‘I appreciate your sweet kindness
But these my legs just have to run
To better place, sands and easy plans…
Forgive me, I have cracked the shells
Of Morrow’s egg, for I am dead with you.’

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

How much is your love?

Her paintings embodies
… Love is free
And therein her sculpture
Is engraved;
“The abovementioned; enamoured
…Cost nothing.”
How much is your love?

Warm affection, to her is
All it takes
To strike and have a spark
… “love is free
It has a priceless tag”
… She will say.

How could she have known that
Love is hyped
Or so not meant for rags
… When she is
Just an art, hanging there
On the wall.
How much is your love?

For her love; I tried all
But I still
Couldn’t get hold of her
High towers
Sampling and lavishing
The pockets…

Waiting for lovers to
… come procure
Her ravishing beauty
Yet she says
Love can never be bought
… Love is free.
How much is your love?

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

Bark back

R. I. P to the faithfuls
Ones that died coldblooded
By bombs, swords or guns
Far from the natural flood.

Whose very weaknesses
These killers use as drills;
Are the sins we fight
And the taboos we kill.

It is more sadden
That we do not take
These heavy laden
For bad cakes they bake.

An eye for an eye
They are sole survivals
We chose turning cheeks
To be a soul survival.

A hundred got burnt
And they keep doing more
Slaughtering for God
To our God we mourn…

The dogs that bark loud
Sometimes need a slice
Of a resilient mind
To hush in silence.

The greatest regret
Wouldn’t be bad fate
And the death therein
But sticking to faith

Especially when
At the end, no hell
No heaven, no paradise
We all believe and often tell.

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

Humanity and identity drunk

What is it with humanity
Conflicts and identity?

Sitting on a thin ice
Gazing with a global eye

Talking ill of humanity
Both sane, and insanity.

Different skin turn enemies,
Racism dwells within I and me.

Gazing with a National eye
Every zone has its own sign

Even same colors: not racism
Picks a term: called tribalism.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Love like dopamine

A sweet gush, beautiful rush,
Quite exciting, if reciprocated.
She sends signals spontaneously
To eternity; oh she is adoring.
But, at wrong places, loving her
Excessively, becomes psychotic
That you will hate her addiction.

Her obsession breeds depression,
Her love, like dopamine, when ceased
Sends red hair to bipolar disorder;
Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s.
Same lady that does gives life
Cause death, with stained knife
When she is, so not, into you.

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


Love is in the air
Rotating like a fan
But an orphan
Wishes he could tell
Stories that you share.

Excess foods you trash
Inside bins and sinks;
In comfort you blink
And think, all eggs harsh
Forgetting the underdogs.

Ten digits are the fingers
Unequal, yours are golds
Condemning clothes,
And shoes, while the mingers
Are in torn rags, looking old.

Your environments is wow
Theirs is something else
That only fetches them tears
Until to death they bow;
….Do the needful; don’t be wasteful.

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

Love of a palm wine tapper

A palm wine tapper
Goes an extra mile
Climbing; risking it all
For the love and joy.

He understands pain
And makes the most
From cuts flowers
Of a palm tree…

He doesn’t hate
But improves tastes,
By fermenting
Giving sap a life.

Even when trees fall
He understand all
And extract tears
Into kegs of life…

He immortalizes
The names of trees
And kills fear
In souls that taste.

Dear, if you wish
To die for love
Don’t die in arms
Of a rich man…

Yes, he loves you
But soon as you ghost
Activities would,
Make him erase you.

Don’t die in hands
Of a poor man too
His mentality
Would drag you to mud.

But like a writer
A palm wine tapper
Would bring you to life
Like he does the fallen trees.

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

Waking to dawn by the mist

What I love about this time of the season
Are the fogs, mists and dews with reasons-
Be that; as soon as the sun wakes from west,
And there are no fabrics over my chest,

There is this sensation I get from the fogs
When they get me misted by cold windy slogs.
Striking me through my wide open windows,
Waking me up to the dawn, from my pillow

It feels like life has not an atom of troubles
And days are easy like Sunday mornings.
It has this freshness and smell of a good wine
Especially when the environment is serene.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Taking off obstacles
T shirts even anklets…
Loud as a thunder
Two heart beats together.

Quo, it was closed gated
Quietly she whispered
“Please, to this I am new…
…Quit; stop, continue…”

Erotic confusion,
Enduring contraction
And cramps that came deep
Easy, slowly drilling her hips…

Crying in a sugary tears
Calming her against her fears;
…Take it all in the name of love…
Ceaselessly, around her curve

In a nutshell; elusive, it was;
Inside her, for love, pealed off.
Blood dripped from the open source
Ice and fire, smooth and rough.

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

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