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Forest of life

I found a dairy of leaves on internet
After reading with great delight,
All I have to tell a virgin forest;
Is, stop worrying about everything.

You are as pretty as the Dickens
More so, the absorber of Sunlight.
Let love strike your flesh and bone
With a thunderstorm on its own…

We may dream about tomorrow
But no breath knows tomorrow.
Plans we make, are probabilities,
Just try to live life to the fullest…

That we breath is an experience
Basically, we fight inevitable death…
Rigid? Don’t rush the steps of life
A forest must wait for it explorers.

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

Contrary to norms

At times history may
Never repeat its self
At times the windows works
Same functions as the door.

At times dreams never come
To fruition like you hear
At times the entrance
Could be worst than exit.

At times love at first sight
May not yield results
At times the best way to
Fall in love, is through lust

At times the heart may be
An awful lovers guide
At times to win a heart
You have to record lost.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lust is an integral of love

One home, one man, two girls
Relationship John has
With Mary is divine
But he keeps an affair
With pretty sexy Jane.

Mary is but a fruit;
While Jane, ravishing seed
knows the ways of the cats.
John says he loves Mary
While he lust after Jane.

From secret, the sun shines
Driving shadows away
Now it is crystal clear
But how did roses wither
And pleasure turn toxic?

Do you know, what lust is?
It is integrated
As a core part of love
Love without lust is dead
Lust without love is evil.

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

Self inflicted heartbreak

A sun blinder
Her beauty shines
And dimmed when
Sorrows betide her.

She cried a river…
Cheeks turned gutters
While love built bridges
Running far from her.

Inside her river
Bunches of Roses
Were all bone dried
Getting witherer.

Blood gushed from her
Heart, were similar
To stains on her knives
That shines and glitters.

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

Heels on heels

Sneakers are all amazing, yes they are
But I crave for something far more than that
Whether sanders, or boots but let the heels
Have, all that sugary positive grills.

It is not just height, of the sloping shoes
But elegance it brings on standing toes.
Slowly walking in an appropriate dress
On the buttocks is where the hips shall rest.

How can you tell me that you so detest
The collections of heels in her closet……!
There will be no honey, if no beehives
If I were a female, my feet would have

No single flat shoes, to walk or to show
The best; I will wear, but what do I know
I am just a man enchanted by
Magnanimous arts and designs.

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

Lies, Axes and Ropes

Broken crown, heartless clown
I heard the news in town
That in her, you have found
Another head to ride.

Please make exception
For this one I mention
Who deserves joys not tears
I have known her for years.

Look at the way she smiles
Amused by dead dry jokes.
All she sees is a ring
But axe is all you bring.

Your deceit pulls and press
Till she becomes helpless
Since you must break her heart
Make it lightning fast.

Between the Devil and
The deep blue sea, just find
The best way to let her go,
Best if she doesn’t know..

For it will be red inks
And very traumatic
To a point she will die
If she finds all your lies.

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

Guided by fortune

I have dug deep down the ground
Where diamonds and golds can be found.
Searching for treasures and pearls,
At the bottom of the oceans.

The more I search, less I find
But in reluctance, comes reward
Suggesting that, like love faces
Fortune could be found in strange places.

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

India hairs

All races has its unique features
Indian ladies are just awesome;
With a great flexibility
And dark admirable texture
Commanding thick and lustrous hair.

This is not hyperbolical;
Profound beauty has no nay say
In as much as I have to say,
…That being black is beautiful
I applaud every India hair.

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

Native Fly: City of lost kings and queens

Stabbed and betrayed by my kinsmen
Who sold me for mirrors, socks, shoes
And gun powders.

I engraved throne; oh my sweet home,
In the innermost part of my crest
With inks of gold.

I built their poles, streets and cities..
Till Foriegn lands overtime became
A paradise.

Pains I suffered, I sweat it out,
Till it turned rains, I rose from dust
Into mountains.

Patriotism, I visited home,
To rebuild my native land
Better than theirs…

But I was tossed not for old rocks
But unfitness to remember
My sweet culture.

The more I try to blend and fit
More I cry, and fall on my feet
Pack bags and leave.

Race on my face; where am I from
I try so hard, yet rejected
Too many times

Now my homeland is not my town
Neither the place I can be found;
….Lost Kings and Queens.

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

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