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Bad shape of love

Gather the broken mirrors
Bring shreds to my huts
I can fix just anything
So I thought, till she left
Here I am as a shred
Not they say, but the first hand
To the tears and the rain
Pouring down in great pain.

I failed an easy game
Though I hide all the shame
But I am a sour grape
And my heart is in bad shape…
Thought I could fix anything
Till I was the broken thing
I am torn, and so cold
Yet these glues cannot hold,

Now I know, the face of rage
Some things are damaged
Beyond redemption
Where glues can’t function
Gather my broken clay pots
Yes, it is all my fault
I am running insane
Since she left me this way.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Talking to the unborn

Hello, what would you do for fun,
In few months time, you will be born
Now your heartbeats, sound so sweet
I’ve seen your kicks and summersaults
Can’t wait to hold your tiny hands
On your cradle, innocent glance.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ten things

There are ten things
I love about your body
First is from the cradle
Of your pacific eyes
Second is your beautiful smile,
That sparkles like the stars
Third is your gorgeous hair,
Dark as the night, long and silky…

Fourth are your amazing lips,
And kisses tasting like honey
Fifth are your miraculous palms
Whose touch lifts me higher
Sixth is your appealing skin,
Softer than the furs and wools
Seventh are your breastplates
Succulently filled with milk.

Eight is your ravishing shape
A very big figure eight
Nine; your straight hot legs
With steps blazing like fire
Ten is your innocence;
Damn! you are an Angel
The heavens are in trouble
You are the breeze of seduction.

Hallelujah! at times I wonder
How you fit in those clothes
Your numerous endowments
Could make the Devil repent…
I would never forget the date
Our nodes and paths crossed
It was under the blue sky,
I found you, burning the sun.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex with poetry

Poetry is my sweet lover
Whether I am cold as cucumber
Or million degrees hot as hell
All my emotions are that she tells…

No matter the situation
Her passion, springs me to action
Painting pictures of her with words
Ecstasy; naked like a seed…

Amazing how she spreads her legs
Ravishing for all kinds of pegs
Lust in thoughts, I so love the urge
That comes from creative ink and brush…

An amazing sight to steal a glance
Her pretty face has good fragrance
Inhaling and appreciating
Nature, and all on, its great slate

Pen and paper, I always wear,
Because we make love everywhere,
Romancing me, all night and day
She blow my mind, in the right ways

Licking my brains, in sarcasm
To the heights of sweet orgasms
And as we age, we grow fonder
Poetry is my sweet lover.

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

Years of Buharism

Oh Nigeria, my Nigeria
Do we have to be rooted here
Is it bad to have faith in you
When denial is long over due.

We prayed for growth to be better
But tides of grief spread all over
Washing our faiths, replacing hopes
With bullets and some suicide ropes

We prayed for capable leaders
The ones who would be our Messiahs
But we got pins in our buttocks
Hurting much more than we can talk

Dead butterflies in our stomach
Breeds sufferings we used to lack
Our eye sockets are wet and soaked
With force of tears that erupt rocks.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womankind

Handle women like an egg
True love you will never beg
They can never be dethroned
No matter their broken bones,
The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

There wouldn’t have been a man
So please, respect the woman
Compliment her with your strength
And do not strike her with it…
The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Not all time, she hits the nail
Humans are to err and fail
But please never you laugh at her
Instead, play and laugh with her
The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

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

Note to our parents on our wedding day

We belong to you
So, do not bother
Families are rays
In beams, but love has to pave

We have to leave you
To cleave each other
You have been a tray
Carrying us all our lives

We have to leave you
For a new chapter
But blood never sways
You are still part of our lives

We belong to you
Now more than ever
But in different ways
Thanks for the blessings you gave.

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

Ifeoma my lover

I live for you
And it is true
You make the sky blue
You fill my lungs
With clean fresh air
I love you so dear…

For you, I dive
Facing my fears
Reasons I can die
My mind, you blow
Like stream it flows
But two ways, it goes

And in beauty
Your body is
An authority
But, you still chose
Despite my flaws
To stay and to love.

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

Petrichor

When the cloud was pregnant
The wind unsettled dusts
Assuring leaves and sheets
Of bath, after awhile.
Drop by drop, the rain fell
Beyond the pouring drops
Nothing smells as pleasant
As a first rain falling
After the dry season.

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

Do babies cry in the womb?

From a touch, to a mass
The belly pot then grows…
From a kick, to a stretch
The fetus, summersaults
Inside the womb, it learns
To suck and hold its toes

The heartbeats awesomely
Drumming like heaven sounds
The early form of life
Is intriguing to watch
Soon, the nine months is done
Push, push… hallelujah

Baby arrives and cry
Only language they learnt
Have you ever wondered
Why a baby outside
Would spend all day crying
But not so, in the womb?

What would be of mother
When baby cry from under?
Do they cry silently?
I want to know, because
The wisdom of the Lord
Is truly amazing.

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

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