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Tone: 24th November 2018 (Part 4) Grabbed

Nothing at this point in time
Can impede her love and mine.

Even clothes are made from trees
In the car, my arms she holds.

Dimming into cloak of lights
From pores eavesdropping sunlight.

Light or dark, my arms she holds
When it seems all hot or cold.

This kind love is just a few
Her abode, her love is true.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: 24th November 2018 (Part 3)

Hello, Mister Police man
Sorry if I broke the law
What would you rather I do
When I am but enchanted
And enthralled with passion.

Every second without her
Seems like, am about to die
Hence I drove above limits
So I can meet up with her
Sorry if I broke the law.

An extra mile I passed through
To knock on her door of blues
And to sweep her off her feet
You will understand me well
By number of frog you kissed.

I know I will mop at her
While she fights her fingers.
Forever for good and worse
I came to make the right choice
Sorry if I broke the law.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: 24th November 2018 (part 2)

The windstorm just couldn’t stop
The paper boat I had cropped
I manned up by bolts and nuts
Till I docked my ship in sea.

Walking through into the dark
A true shade of color black
The cubs brought cups for my tears
But I faced Lions without fear.

Then, she was called, my her pops
Introduced me, with some pause
Maybe shyness was the cause
But her pure love never stops.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: 24th November 2018 (Part 1)

It was November twenty four
The fog decided to hit the floor
And show itself, for the first time
Where it belongs, and intend to dine.

I made my way into this town
With an intent, not to drown
But ascend to the throne
For my head to wear your crown.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: The Devil’s Scorecard

Privileged by a breathe
All religions focus
On the life after death.
We clamor, “save the earth”!!
Every day, comes regret
Under scorching sunlight,
Seems we are all but lost.

Weapon of destruction
The same sex marriage spreads
As the Devil now wins,
For the only reason
Earth exist is life on it.
If life ceases I bet
The earth will implode.

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

Somonka: Eleven questions

Men are enchanted by her glow
Even when she makes them know
That her heart belongs elsewhere,
Few bow and go, many men
Blow a fuse, and tear a drum.

But she stays faithful to one
Yet they feel she is heartless
Picking up her phone, she swipes;
How many will she delete
When they come every minute.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tanka’s: No, she utters

She has a lot of toasters
A sandstorm kind of duster,
But committed to her lover.
No matter what they offer
No, is the word she utters.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Sunshine made

You admire my colors and flowers fragrance
Not knowing how I became the tallest of trees.
Taller than hills, wedging with winds and rains that fall
Even the breeze whirl with such joy touching my stem.

You admire my sugary fruits and riches it has
Not knowing how I transformed from poor, sour bitters…
And decayed leafs, by her manure and appeased soil
Well, I was dead until she shun sunshine on me.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Takers of breathe

The different headlines in news
Makes me never to catch a muse.
What evil can humans not use
Just because Nature; our kind host,
Gives every man a time to toast
And the stomach to eat a roast.

Speaking from an unwise brain
It is same principles of rain –
Snow, sleet, mist and also hail
That governs man in steps to wealth.
Yet you have guts to body part
You never and can never create.

Hey! you takers of human breathe
How could you end promising paths
For riches, culture and other events….
May your days on earth be cut short
When you die, may the worms of earth
Tear you in bits by bits, such that

At your lifeless form, you shall feel
Every bit of pain; as it peels
You apart, and may your souls melt
In the heats of ten million suns
Multiplied by the grains of hairs
Of each life you took here on earth.

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

Somonka: Ex lovers

Under moon are two rovers
With scars swollen as goiters
And jars of roses withered
Wandering by the river
Where they had lost each other…

Posterity remembers
They connected like Rivers
Flowing sweetly together
Through promises of forever
They once made in the alter.

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