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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

Mensch

If you were born
With a silver spoon

And never sweated
For golds and burgers

Remember those born
Under the poon

Nothing is wasted
Be a helper.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Attached

Your presence kills me slow
My heart drums loud and fast
It pulls me, clouds I go
At sunrise and sunset.

Your absence makes me sick
My brain crash, where are you?
It fess up a high risk
At all cost, I need you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Stepping stones to dive

Patiently, I waited for dews
A million miles from you
The mentality saddens me
Legit jobs, now a mockery…
But that I do on stepping stones
Until I dive into deep blue sea
To become as fresh as fish.

Picking from the bottommost
Treasures of reward at its best
On your fast lane dubiousness
You mock my steps and dryness
Saying I never would quench a taste
But you will unendingly thrust
In the sea of oozing wealth.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Eating flesh, gifting bones

It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.
Disparity
Between parties
Pose such pity
In my city.

Poverty sketch
Hits highest pitch
Those who eat flesh
Gift bones and preach.
It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.

Many reach heights
To detach sight
From fingers that
Fed them in past
Disregarding
The beginnings
And forgetting
Humble gardens.

Seems the rich aim
At sending rain
To combat strain,
But make more gain;
And, not to sink
They kick, poor pick
Demeaning rocks
Praising rich folks.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Love has same interpretation

Man :

Me, saw love looking beautiful,
Sense of smell then meliorated,
Soft then hard, excited humdrum
Me, tasted love it was magical
Interpreting, love in her thoughts

Woman:

Love saw me beautiful looking,
Smell of sense meliorated then…
Harden soft, humdrum excited
Love tasted me, magical it was
Interpreting thoughts in her love.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Frowns of chicks

In the farm, there are many preys
But we count the number of crates

Bountiful harvest; all we pray
Running fast from all the lichen,

And the butchers in the kitchen
The hatchlings of the fat chicken…

Prays to survive daily movements
Tailored by kettles, pans and pots

The authority is corrupt
Dispensing tears, hardship and fear

To be fair, if you make it here
I bet, you can make it anywhere.

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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

Sonnet: Safe tone

Unfiltered pictures slide
Just like fun, grabbing horns
I saw you, shy subdued
Until you, fell like dews..
Now I got sonant heart
No Prada, I wonder
How I won, a hone born.

No kobo, I fumble
“Silver spoon, will come soon”;
You said it, I trust it
Am lucky, to win keys
That unlocks best of lucks
With no health peril felt
By your side love I found.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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