The situation
Hey, do you know not all in armour
Shinning are Prince Charm to adore?
Even a beast bald, ugly in clothes and bare
Is far better than cute deceitful teddy bear.
Nothing hurts more than hearing goodbye
Each time your love is unable to buy
Pearls and diamonds yet like a fairy
Which you are, you turned obstacles into ferries
But your wishful thinking dies in paradise
Before your eyes while it all gets jeopardized.
Even with unending tears you endured pains
And persistently begged your dearest to stay
Yet nothing flows, her presence is never close
Inevitably, she never hesitates to say no.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Hazel’s Diary: 7 months old
Upon every new dawn
You seem to become more fun…
Growing so swiftly in strength
And good healthiness as well…
In all forms and dimensions
I can possibly mention…
Seriously your wonder
Often makes me to ponder
How charming you are in jeans
While dressed up in my genes
As you clock seven months old
May your blessings not miss road…
My sweet beautiful love bug
My love is more than mere hugs.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
He deserved to die
Nothing hurts like being tarred
With the same bush and evil cards
So just when the sun began to melt
And it seemed there was nothing left
Knowing you would never be back
As shadows spread out in the dark
I stretched out a gun and pulled the trigger
With no atom of regret nor did I shiver.
Sad? Tell me how could I fold my hands
While you fade out before my eyes
Into the crazy thin air on a journey
Of trusting, falling and cuddling…
Especially when it was made from flatters,
With the truth labelled monsters;
And a large cake which is not worth
Your precious burning candles and sweats.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Beautiful Zombies
In two shakes of a dog’s tail
The weather changes, so they say
With raindrops that are rubied
Rolling from bunch of zombies
Staggering down in the street
Possessing all that they meet
Conspiracies all sprung up
As a norm we all adopt.
Decent ones in the city
Soon became filthy dirty
Devils and trolls we hired
Became woods in our fire
The blacks and whites not like us
We destroy with sticks and rods
When the infants starts to creep
We shoot them right from our hips
Yet with our scary wild eyes
We still hunt the tranquil ice
And not until we change our views
The zombies are all but good.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
To the faithful fans
There are more to fans
That are more loyal than dogs
Yet royal like Kings…
Each time I fail, they
Always find a way to stay
With flimsy excuse.
It is their support
That makes me lift a trophy
Every season…
Even with the odds
Against me, they stand by my
Weak withered flowers..
Like Cherry blossom
To the Japanese
They make me happy…
When bones are broken
And hopes are lost, they give me
Quick recovery
When confidence ceases
It is their songs and cheers that
Keeps me going on…
It isn’t the soil
Where my roots have a home
That gives victory
But the fan’s stomachs
Inside which I am a wolf
Hungry for success.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Let’s not begin this
We have come to a point of no return
No hunting with the hounds and with hare run
For a broken bond may be soldered
But in all it still may never be sound.
We had our charms and individual flaws
But love had a face like the back of a bus
Repeatedly it did refuse to smile
And to the both of us, we truly know why…
Expectedly, it has come to an end
We would have been better much as friends
Not as lovers, evidently a fact
When weightless straw broke the camel’s back.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Let’s not begin the cupboard love
What we shared years ago was cupboard love
And the break up was a problem solved
The better pills effect never failed
For a comeback is dead as a doornail.
The heavens can wait for another spring
If our decays lead to the nuptial rings
And as the calm does come before the storm
The relationship would darken our door.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Let’s not begin yesterday
Let’s never begin our yesterdays
Even when we have the wind in our sail
As valid item in each other’s eyes
Giving the stomach pleasant butterflies
The most beautiful thing about our ashes
Like charcoals, it removes smells from armpits
We both have loved and have lost but anyways
We grew, righting wrongs in different ways.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Let’s not begin to remember
Let’s not begin to remember all
All the sweet hugs and salt on injured sore
Indeed we once had colourful feathers
That in the wind glamourously fluttered
Until the tantrums had the best of us
And time after time, time couldn’t heal us.