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Tone: Out of a million hugs

All of my life, I have had a million hugs
But none has been felt like this one she brings
Where our bodies touch to pull the snow
And our eye meet connecting the soul
Smiling carelessly with nothing to hide
Inside such a hug, is true love to find.

Sneaking from behind grabbing the waist
Taking flight on fright with love so bright
In such a way that we feel the warm hands
Climbing and sliding, around the neck untold
As I immediately get her swept off her feet
Following it up with a lovely French kiss

Transmitting all softly, as we crush all space
Between our body while we slow dance
Robbing our backs; when the tides are high
Providing shoulder should tears gush out
Often she tucks her hands into my pocket
Whispering, “Shakespeare can’t describe that”.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dark but light

Clustering in unity
Representing my community
Proud of my identity…
I am the black tamarind plum
I am not just small
But mighty, ask my adversary

Although at times
The wind do come
But like seeds and shells
I am hard as well
Hard to succumb
To any form of difficulties.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Giggling Gifts

Love is a snake they said
Wicked it is in one word
So be careful when it hisses
Not all are meant for kisses.

I don’t know your story
But mine in a hurry
Can never be forgotten,
When it worth a great fortune.

I have ascended a throne
Beyond all I was told
About venom of the viper,
And the mischief it whispers.

I don’t know your story
But mine in a hurry
Can never be forgotten
With this gift of great fortune.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Wrong

No matter how
You paint
A wrongdoing,
In the right time,
It will always
Come out bad.

So push me away
From your cold arm
Away from your sight
If you can lie
On a lie
Over and over again.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hostility

When we chat with an opposite gender,
It doesn’t mean we are all toasters
It doesn’t mean our hearts are lonely
Neither are we cheating nor flirting…

We know you are betrothed or married
Ice we break for unfading memories
Don’t be expectant, hostile or a snub
All we need is nothing but interactions

Communication shouldn’t be mistaken
For any form of lust, flings or affection
When we say hello, please just say hi
Not all words are from deceptive tongues.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Drone of anticipation

Red shades on the gown she wore
Ushered affection through the door
That we sat nearby like five and six
Driving round town in such a bliss

The rain noticed temperature rose
That it fell slowly to water the Rose
The day was fast in all we did
Alighting with bye, faces we hid…

As we strolled into different homes
“Grin grin…” telephones rang loud
Making love calls that blew the mind
Gifting our hearts all it seek to find

Over phone we talked of tomorrow
Hence I had to wait for it to roll
Before I can grab the bull by its horn
So I slept deep as the moon waxed on

Sweet I dreamt about honey and beehive
Only to wake up at eleven forty five
Thinking the cock had crowed for dawn
But my heart was on anticipation drone.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: 1887

She felt an excruciating pain
With a sweetness unexplained
Back pushed by his shoulder
But her soul slowly surrendered.

Screaming within a kiss of hush
Whispering the stop, no and yes
Blabbing while trying to push, yet
Bearing it all including the force.

So she gathered first experience
Wading back home, tensed in chest
Bleeding in drops, she endured
Because love in 1887 was a treasure.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Reality cycle

Poverty is nothing but an erosion
Emptying itself into a rich river
Whose depths have logs of wealth
While the good logs of the decent
States they work overtime in factories
Built by the illegalities of the bad.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Good poor, Bad rich

Wired as a calm gentleman
Kind in spirit, deep from soul
Right from the break of dawn
And till the sun decides to rest.

From the right, the moon waxes
I never change arm when it wans
Honesty being my watchword
From young as I grow old.

But there is this unease
Of bridging wires in my head
Sparking fires that questions my
“Wait-for-your-turn” pertain of growth…

Looking at how the current flows
Bringing sufferings and great odds
To the life of a gentle breath
On earth, good seems far from wealth.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Waning Moon

Worry not
Over stuffs
For crescent
Wans to form
A full moon.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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