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Chinese whispers

Where did love go? Do you want to know?
Maybe some stories are better untold
Love at first sight gave me a Chinese whisper
Changing from a whisper to another whisper..

The first said she did not love me
The second said, I should go on my kneel
She became my religion, I knelt and prayed
I fought tooth and nail for love to stay,

I gave her my soul but she refrained
Yet love kept saying; “she loves you this way”
Painting a picture of a cat’s whisker
Better than all my previous lovers.

Then at last, she cruelly broke my heart
And scattered the pieces over the world
Clearly, love made me a shadow of myself
Lonely in a house filled with people.

But most times I search through the window
For her even with tears on my pillow
I keep seeing her sweet charming face
Slowly winking at me and blowing a kiss.

Love at first sight gave me a Chinese whisper
Changing from a whisper to another whisper..
Saying she loves me, whereas she doesn’t
Know I exist, damn I am in a total dismal.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fairweather friends

Happy like a dog with two tails
Jumping around bond bosom trail
For a friend I always bend the rule,

A million friends and a million brew
Not even one, when the storm grew
Could help or aid my breakthrough.

I’ve been bruised and shackled in pools
By drowning friends, I tried to pull
After all that, I stayed as a fool

I thought the door swings in two ways
During the thick, thin and wrinkles
A lot of my friends forgot my name.

Be careful of the friends you make
Some are mosquitoes by the lake
Hanging around to always take.

Many are nothing but a green snake
You can learn from my mistake
All stretched hands, are not for handshakes.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The case of tomorrow

Tomorrow is a lady
Gorgeous and attractive
To have her, I have to create a plan
Living life like, it is my last
For her, I rise at sunrise
And at sunset, need teaches a plan.

I have open doors, hoping
To know tomorrow better
But she shows me a purse of pauper
Empty, when I welcome her,
At times she is a stone throw
But in reality she is farther.

No one has ever touched her
She must be a sweet virgin
In my dreams her hot image is shown
At sunrise, she disappears
Yet, I heard she is pregnant;
Till the time when her fruits will be known.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Face of fear

I so love
to spread my wings
Wearing courage
while I swing.

I may bend
but can not break
Wearing courage
when I shake.

I nosedive
but try to keep
Wearing courage
while I slip.

I stick needles
in my eyes
Wearing courage
is a prize.

I am a lion
brave and strong
wearing courage
all day long.

I embrace
my worst demons
Wearing courage
and they run.

I try again
when I fail
Wearing courage
over ails.

I have one rule;
“no regrets !”
Wearing courage
like a shirt.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Paddling with love

We are riding on high velocity
Skidding with no self pity
We do not need brakes we like it risky,
The muse makes it more fonder
While flying to Jupiter
Over the moon, we are for each other.

Down the steep in the city
Love is a beautiful thing
We are riding on high velocity
To a place our sweet heart chose
Where shadows reflect red rose
Knitting together our body and souls.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Pregnancy line

When it rains, rainbows appear
When bumps come, something appears
It is a thick tiny dark mark
Vertically dividing the stomach

First it comes as a whitish line
And then begins to darken the line
How wonderful it is to say
A new life would be born someday

From linea alba to linea nigra
I kind of see a spiritual era
It was unnoticed some time ago
Until the bump began to grow

I was told; after birth it disappears
Could it be the path souls pass
Running from navel to pubic bone
Its function is still unknown

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Drowning stars

Muds are falling from above,
Its stains are hardly removed
We dwell in an ugly town,
The globe is turned upside down.

Hardship is our preferred chill
Lessons we never learn from peels
We claim sight yet we are blind
Our highest speed, lags behind.

Beneath floating iron rods,
Stars are drowning in the floods
We have recipes but lack the chef;
And our ideas are created for shelf.

Corruption everywhere,
Employment drop every year
Leaders we have are vultures;
Embezzling, all our treasures.

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

Sonnet for a goddess

I used to think, beauty had a key
Unlocked by wealth and artificial quay

I never knew goddess exist, I assumed
Most beautiful girls in town were doomed.

I saw them as prostitutes that got laid
Until my presumptions finally failed.

I didn’t just meet beauty but a good lady
Tall like the hills and body hot like chilli

Her thick hips were round like an arc
In her acts, I saw a godly covenant ark

Hence I fell at her feet to worship her
Not just for her unforgettable wonders

Neither for her ravishing and freezing gaze
But; because she gave me a brand new phase.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Trauma

There is a place on a map
Visible but yet unseen.
Coming as a nightmare
Tagged to victims like a scar.

More like a faith in fate
Turning reality to dreams
Vis-a-vis dreams to realities;
More than one may comprehend.

It is so unexplainable
So never mock who you see
Running out of insanity
Into unseen places on a map.

There are moments like that
One may never surpass the point
Of the reoccurant images
From an awful looking past…

At times some may spring from
The deep submergence of pains
Coming from this place on a map
Experience alone can spot.

Some may scream out loud
Some may take a step back
Some may wake from a nap
Some may never come back.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Becca

Becca is a lady blessed
With heavenly beauty
That can possibly pause time.
Her body is an ocean
A million treasures behind.

She has an invisible force
That pulls regions together
In her gracious presence
Obsession bloom like flowers
And grow like tidal waves.

She ease the romance
In an affection of love
Oh what a beauty!
Becca is the lady
All Poets have talked about.

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