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Illicit Fantasy – by Neematdairy & Vinz

Wish you knew I miss my steps
Each time I see you looking at me
Of course, you’re my choice
I couldn’t think otherwise.

Shyness takes me off my realm
Your love, an anticipation I craved for
But it seats within closed cloud doors
Dwelling as angels in my dreams.

Down the alley I see you looking at me
I see silent words buried in hills
I know not an atom of your wild thoughts
Possessed by love and obsessed for you.

Your body chemistry, I wish to see
But I freeze and fall from trees
I don’t worry of cracking turtle shell
Crushing over you is a strange cold hell.

Praying to surrender my all
On the bed, floor, wall to wall
Getting laid to make history
Solving all emotional mysteries

Dropping paramour recipes
For the offsprings I dream of,
Wiggling my tail, please don’t you stop
Eager to hear your coarse silent whispers,

Rocking me slowly while I moan
Your sweet name, I want more
For all I wish is all of you in me
Cool as cucumber, sting me like bee…

But your warmth remains a fantasy
An unspoken word, a mere ecstasy
Furnishing my heart each and every day
Making me whole when I say your name.

By Neemat Idera ( Neematdiary ) and Vincent Onyeche
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Nigeria: Twenty-third Century Blackman

His culture he held high
Until globalisation
Which is the narrow line
Between sanity and
Insanity widened.

There goes the Century man
Clean in words, stained in conscience,
Conducting church crusades
With thick red blood and guts
Disgorging from his hands.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Perfidy by the Prez

Light it up on the shrine,
Enough of blood and owls
Set ablaze old oak tress
Let the hawks gather smokes
Of freedom that shall come
Light it up for a change…
We did; as we were told,
Democracy still eats
Fowls from same pot in shrine
We were liberated from.

Now I wonder; what is
Of the positive change…!
We had clamoured for
Was is but a mirage
Many die every day
Under the thick dark smoke
Yet smiling; it is strange
We are where we are now
When we have the strong wings
To fly all heights and lengths.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Her soursop tone

When she laughs, her shoulder drops
Tonnes of orgasm in sweet sensations
Yet, no form of incessant penetrations
I can’t forget in a hurry where I belong
Soursops she drops on my dry tongue
Arguing with myself it must be
A blend of pineapple and strawberry

Tasting like banana and coconut mix
And sometimes pineapple and mango mix
Guess my soul developed and clamour
For her glamour and sweet flavor
There is this spirituality that atones
With mine in the manner she walks and talks,
Seems her peroration dispenses good luck.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Substance of black

All eyes envy
Pretty ebony

This is greater
Than a gender

It cut across,
Nations just trust

Whether pure breed
Or the hybrids

Sweet are the tales,
Hammering nails

Look at my kin
Same as my skin

Not just ravens,
Black is haven.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Millions of Challenges

Millions pass out from varsities
Millions tolling, we need a job
Millions have no ring on fingers
Millions unborn, hang on and wait.

Million droplets hitting the floor
Millions have never felt the flood
Million ways to prosperity
Millions just need one investor.

Millions are yet, stall tomorrow
Millions die for rain collectors
Millions singing; hey, O-lu-wa !
Millions of hope later turn sour.

Millions are dying in hunger
Millions of babies yet unborn
Millions would say; nothing like luck
Millions are born in misfortune.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Lies in the cupboard

I kept my lies in a cupboard
High, wide and fine; best of them all,
Whether white lies, or priestly lies
Each lie I told, I hung in there
On one lie; I hung another
And to cover, then another,
All the time, so the story goes.

I kept my lies, in a cupboard
Every hanger had its duties
Holding on to specific lies
Until one day it got filled up
Then imploding, it exploded
Now here I am, shattered and wrecked
With whirling winds blowing my dust.

©2019 Http://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Blood on our land

Weren’t hearts made for love
To carry the red fluid
Of oxygen and the genes…
Not pumping rage and blood

There is blood on our land!!
Hearts have lost their office
And sense of right and wrong.

In modern age and time
Cold blood reigns supreme here
Sadly, it rains on all tiers

From the high power drunk,
To green-eyed local folks
Envious of another growth
Spilling blood on our land.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Message to LGBT community

Stop Lesbianism, stop gay, stop bisexuality
Humans are meant to be heterosexual
One in zero, not all these homosexualities
Mad men in nosocomial are shackled
Treated of their delirious diseases
Not psyched that they are normal.
Why not treat the hormonal imbalances.

Transgender, the stunts of science
Bestiality, the puppets of the demons
To what end, would these continue
Probably when, it becomes more than a culture
And the true sexuality of human nature
Is lost and forever forgotten in six bands..
Oh, please; stop backing the wrong horse.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blackish

Hair short, no curls
Harder than burls.
Nothing on bunk,
Hence, sacks may leak

Yet, blacks stays strong
Through rights and wrongs.
Dogs may bark; but,
Color change not.

Hardship may try
Devil may cry
Baste of the past
Blackish still last.

Even at nights
Shadows come out
In such darkness
Tranquil relax.

Guess God created
Tastebuds to taste
Sweet chocolates
Hope you relate.

©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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