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Tone: Mrs me

Satisfaction is the result
Sandwiching the gigantic cake
That she effortlessly bakes.
These love portions are the sweetest
So authentic far from fake
Someday she has my name to take.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Sauces and pots

In cooking pots,
Her spices and salts
Makes the best sauce.

These cooking pots
Are love enduring
All steams and ashes…

The spices and salts
Are little things
And more she does….

Her sweet sauce is
Enamoring-
-Love, seen in us.

Gladdens my heart
Her kind of love
Could rise dry bones.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Raging success

I am taking this road
With or without you,
Pardon me, being rude
But; go and fuck yourself!

Take your bone off my flesh
And my heart out your chest…
Dear, I will still walk through
The path of no return

I know, skulls may have rolled
But what do I stand to loss
If I shake, if I fail
I know I stroke a nail…

I am taking this road
With or without you
Come not picking my pieces
When the saws shreds me up.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Terrified by the bushbaby’s cry

I could hear the cries
Whose baby is it?
I bet you, the tears
Dropping can fill pits.
In an awkward state
Could it be witches
I reached for my faith…
Praying it all cease
My heart became ice
Froze by many please.

I could hear the cries
Could it be a child
I just could not see..
In darkest of nights
Under the lime tree
Superstitions say
It kills who it sees
In I had to stay
I chose not to be
The brave knight, tonight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Congratulated

After night, comes dawn
Yes; I lie, I will be fine
Under the footage of grey
And therewith sufferings
Tasted as honey sweetness
In the core of bitterness.
My foot turn cold
Feverish; I shiver
Terrified by the shadows
Crying a river
But something in me says;
Congratulate the moon
The night may be long
But dawn will surely come.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: 170219

Like fire, demons and hell
Blazing, I often err
Yes, am not an Angel.

Do not worry my dear
Sometimes I may not jell
Or answer the doorbell
The way love stories tell.

But, sharing love’s sphere
In nuptial hills and dell
I will always be there;

Marry me my lover
In you I see clearer
Your love remain sweeter
Than sweetest of sugars.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sense of duty

I wish I could
Fight for the good
Of civil right
Like activist…

Common jury
My injury
Will make all bleed
Till I am freed.

Stretch out your claws
The rule of law
Is sacrosanct
Stone me to death

I will always sing;
…Solidarity
Solidarity
For ever.

But am just a man
Smiling for the fans
Inside deep I cry
But outward I smile

Going against my will
All because of bill
Am compromised
And harmonised

By today’s winners
And tomorrow losers
I wish I could fight
But my hands are tight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Vinification

Down the aisle we take
Million stride we bake
Flours into sweet cake
Dressed in whites like chalk.

The grey suit of mine
Is endless love mime
Staying forever
In love together.

Like the purple grapes
Undergoing fates
Turning to sheer wine
Spurred by love divine…

Let us make wine love
Thanking God above
For pairing us both
Like the nuts and bolts.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Twenty second April (22-04-19)

It all began reluctantly
My trap caught fish in an ocean

Love at first sight, definitely
Grew in words and in actions

All the questions I asked gently
“Yes, I will”; that was the portion

Walking the aisle; seriously?
Baking cakes for celebration

Who would have guessed accurately
That you will be my possession

Good for me, emotionally
I had this strong obsession

My heart purring; affectionately
Without you; it ceases to function.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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Sonnet: Substance of black

All eyes envy
Pretty ebony

This is greater
Than a gender

It cut across,
Nations just trust

Whether pure breed
Or the hybrids

Sweet are the tales,
Hammering nails

Look at my kin
Same as my skin

Not just ravens,
Black is haven.

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