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Maiden of old times (3)

One crazy thing about our obsession
Was that, flash she ran, we saw slow motions
Basking in the euphoria of passion.
Elusive as she dressed, we could draw her
Shapes and curves, singing viva forever
Men, born and unborn would love to wife her.

Her unguilt make babies fight for her womb
Men saying; “I love you”, was like a bomb
Bringing Twilight of the gods on all tombs.
And as she heard, her sweet eyes always hide
We were all fools and love was truly blind
Not now, love is by size of rubber bands.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Maidens of old time (2)

The old time maidens drove a hard bargain
Their smiles were contagious as their own names
Wooing and getting them were men’s main aim,

Bright-eyed, brushy-tailed many men were bent
Traveling the world to get her some wealth
Praying she accepts values he shall get.

But these days, many sample nakedness
On social medias, ask and you shall get,
Her privacy she flaunts outside her nest.

Stealing of hearts, has been demystified
Give her purse, she’s a digger of gold
Unlike the sweet virtuous maidens of old.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Maiden of old times (Part 1)

The maidens of old times always stood out
Hiding in long gowns, fashion didn’t shout.

Hotness transmuted from an ancient dress code
She was shy yet, bold in men’s seventh cloud.

Now, long gowns are replaced with bras and pants
Nudity rewards are fashion effort.

Seems like maidens of old were Rivers dammed
Whose water over time, forced their way out.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Synecdoche of Current page

The shadows we run from helps us turn
The inherent aptitude, from page to page.

Writing books with no table of content
Just preface gotten from the naming days,

No human can take back the hands of time;
The characters in here are none frictions.

Grey and shadows are our awaiting shelves
Forever young is a pie in the sky.

In life we live, we Author our own book
Writing our own stories on mortal sheets.

Current page is at times the worst page of our books
Though at times, not the case, for those on top the world.

Every day a page turns for next chapter to come
No Author knows the end of his story.

The shadows we run from lives by the grey
An inherent aptitude in our books.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: We are not leopards

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
School teaches us to compete
But right now, drop the books

The largest black nation
Should be doing better
Drop the competitions
We learnt on chalk and board

It has so misled us
Hence our Nation crumbles
Let us adopt teamwork
For our Nation to grow.

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
Our poor mentality
Need a speedy u-turn.

The largest black nation
Should be doing better
Stop the awful mortgage
Of our children’s future.

We are not immortals
Night and dawn affect not
Let us make a good use
Of our enormous wealth.

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
Enough of reoccurring
Painful drawbacks we get.

The largest black nation
Should be doing better,
Not locked and caged inside
Our own stupidity.

For just like charity
That does begin at home;
Our Nation’s growth
Depends so much on us.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nobody send

Every man
Is for himself..
Just like a shirt,
With tight long sleeve

You try to wear
Or take it out,
Until you learn
Not to expect,

Much from people
And a pie crust
Nothing you will
Get done to dust.

Best helping hand
Is at the end
Of a long sleeves,
Just you to fend.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Truth by an Angel

Ears in heaven cherishes a singer
Choir’s musicals she gives a soul
She is a wish heaven loves to make.

I heard she dresses like a striper
Displaying her hot cameltoe
Making tonnes to gather at lake.

Her dress sense makes the sun hotter
In black and blue, she lost a role
Suspended from church for burnt bakes.

Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the people I used to know
Going around as a preacher.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blood will out

Till I broke jaw,
I was wiser
Now am a fool
It feels better.

Absence of horns,
Should never count
As lack of tool
Please know better.

Like an odour,
Is character
Many people,
Wear spray on it.

In rule of law,
Brain is better
Than brawn that full
Bottomless pits

Things I have seen
In some scholars
Unravelled clues;
When ‘blood will out’.

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

The straw that broke a camel’s back

Fallen to floor, there came ladders
Not from paid dues, I used to owe
But from distant shores of strange land
Never flown to, or even know.

No penny, no purse and uglier
Than chimpanzees, well, with good doze
At same time raw like tomatoes;
My strength she pulls by straw she rolls.

The beautiful claws of wonders
Behind her, shows her camel-toes
Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the angels I used to know.

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

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