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Beauty in clothes

Riding down the street
In the mysterious
Small city of life;
I met a lady;
And strangely, all my
Worries disappeared
She is so awesome
Only comparison
Is her reflection
She is a wonder
Her curves and edges
Are all conspicuous

There is this intense
Craving that troubles
All gaze that spots her
Attracting to eyes
Are her oranges
Fruity and juicy.
So well configured
She got big behind
Whenever she bends,
She cast shades on sun
Strange how her body
Could heal an illness…

Obsession for her
Never seem to end;
She is a treasure
Of great value; damn!
She’s hot as hell.
And even with her
Endowment she still
Dresses decently,
Yet many ladies
Out there in the street
Not as hot as her
Flaunt their nakedness.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

One plus one is one

Looking from a contrasting view
One would wonder what is special
In enjoying something very much…
They say; only fools fall in love

Things we do when we are in love
Do not need good sense or judgment
If you never love, you can never
Comprehend the mysteries of love.

I guess, at some point, in our lives
We become the blind, crazy fool;
What would you rather do, when two joins
Defying maths to become one.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sweet Companionship

I think I am blessed
As the most clueless

I know not a thing
I try not to think.

Whenever I am
Lying next to you…

I just feel relieve
Floating like a leaf

In the stream of wind
Letting love to lead.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Darling Mom

I love my mom, she is kind and caring
She never sells ices to the Eskimos
Instead she provides, our meaningful needs
We aren’t the richest but we never starved.

Running from medications and hot water
Every time we had an injury, innocently
We hide it from her, but eventually
She always have a way of finding out…

She isn’t just a provider or an observer
Neither is she just another doctor
But she is a protector and a teacher,
The pillar of the home, she is a lioness!

Each time we err, she corrects our wrongs
And sings sweet songs applauding our right
Though most times she wears the scary look
It made bad neighbours not to mess with us…

Behind her straight unsmiling face, you will see
She is the sweetest and most caring mom
When nervous like a cat on hot tin roof
My mom would make you conquer those fears

And when frightened by anything or anyone
Run to her, and hide just behind her back
She is a superwoman, when she is home,
We are rabbits in the headlights that do not think.

Even as her sons marry their queens, and
Her daughters are leaving to another home,
Tongues would forever crave her delicious meals….
Oh! What would we have become; without our darling mom.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A No Phony Love

I do not need a one nightstand
My heart is not like ships that pass
In the dead night but a desire
That reoccurs like the Sunsets.

I do not want no sweetheart deal
Neither hearts that are short and sweet
But a tongue of enduring taste
Stay with me, let us build a home.

Though sometimes I grab a pillow;
Nothing is as amazing as
The Sunrise, waking beside
Genuine love, at the crack of dawn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Gone to the dogs

Every day is boring
And I have been yawning
Since you’ve been gone…
Daily I keep praying
Time could start rewinding
Since you’ve been gone…

Alcohol on table
My mind is unstable
Since you’ve been gone…
Sad, but our lost future
Gets me into seizure
Since you’ve been gone…

Seems am going crazy
I feel blue and empty
Since you’ve been gone…
Wish you could change your mind
Ain’t no shame left to hide,
Since you’ve been gone.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Coming of smash

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I ran out of luck, and had a shock
That the nuts are rare to the blind squirrels
The Elephant fell; I experienced hell.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I got no help, and no honor left,
Then I knew; that when you smile, the world smiles
A lot but, when you cry, alone will cry.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape
I adjusted my taste, and amended my faith
To enable me yield and let the pain lead
And breed me seeds that will cover the fields.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
It was condition that made crayfish bend
Hence, I only breath with hope and believes
Bearing it all, till the smash hits the shores.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rude Awakening

The beautiful sky, the cool breeze
The twinkling stars, and sunlight
Refreshing water, delicious meals

The meme of science and discovery,
The great artifacts and all wonders
Unique organisms, the hills and trees

The intrigue of sleep, refresh awake
The weightlessness of play,love and laughter
An amazing family, sweet friendships

The fog, mist, snow, rain we see and feel
The odors and sweet fragrance we smell
The sounds and pleasures we hear and feel

Always gives me a rude awakening
I just have to accept the fact that,
A day shall come, when we will all be gone.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Reduced to tears

Have you taken trips down memory lane
Only to be wet by some past events
And tears spread over? You are not alone.

Do you remember the saying that goes;
“When you smile, the world will smile with you; but
When you start to cry, you will cry alone”?

Well, not so all the time, I will be there
There are some broken hearts that never mends
And such a tear is never shed alone.

You may try your best in controlling it
Till it finds a way, caving in like the rock
To the force of stream, finding its way home.

Let it out, from the endless thoughts
Deep inside, even Angels sometimes cry,
Some tears are infectious left alone.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Bloods of earth

Vital liquid flows on earth
Conveying various nutrients
Held, yet formless and colorless,
Conveyed by different bodies.

Bless God for perfect designs
Creating mass, liquid droplets
Lost in wonders, how, where and what
Pumps and even generates it
Worries must be hydrophobic.

Bottom; treasures discovered
Reflects another wonder
Light and oxygen flows underneath
Just so aquatic lives should breath.

What a delight when submerge;
Peace and quiet will emerge
Swimming in the bodies of earth
While everything feels so alright;
Worries must be, hydrophobic.

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