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Sonnets: Marry you, some day…

I know your dad do not like me
And I know your mum detest me

I used to have this self control
Avoiding critics and their trolls…

I am in love, it is a fact…
At the paradise of my heart,

Where I ought to apply caution
Lust’s sentiments and obsession,

Makes my head go over my heels
And I don’t care what they feel…

Even when it is all taboo,
As long as it is all for you

Cats will always look at the king
But no setback will break my ring.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Inner content

I am a man whose thoughts and foods
Are; “good walls makes good neighbors”
So I can’t break it to you
Fools like me respect boundaries.

With my foolishness comes a soul
Akin to no beau monde blitz…
Without sight there is no offer
If only the face behoves me

I don’t like an empty tea
Beauty is only a skin deep
And when it speaks it should show all
All the hats including cattles.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Secrets of sprinklers

Watch the company you keep
Sweep fairweather if you can
Let go of an excess weight
Appreciate every wingspan.

Like an iron and the magnets,
Carrots and the rabbits
Attract what wouldn’t pretend
Or hide facts, that your face has dirts.

Most times it isn’t the nudity
But fecundity by another,
Fecundity as in creativity
And ability to grow together.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A day with a rich man

I sat down with a rich man
On the same kind of rattan
I couldn’t alter a word
But enthusiasm swirled

I watched him from head to toe
Close and deep into his soul
He had pimples no dimples
Yet he smiled cute and simple

I sat down with a rich man
On the same kind of rattan
Embarrassment of riches
Were his problems not witches..

I sniffed for costly perfume
And found nothing I presumed
His mindsets were not money
But centered round harmony

I sat down with a rich man
On the same kind of rattan
He was just like you and I
One day, to earth says, goodbye.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Not the dog you used to know

Like ocean tides create a whirlpool
And flies to wounds, I followed you…

Loyalty to you, was my schedule
Back pats I got sticking to rules,

Other lit bulbs a million joules
So attractive yet I never drool…

For years I stood as the pity deer,
Caught by their lights, amidst sweat and tears

I love you but I must not adhere
To dark principles because I fear

That keeping my sniff from your cashmere
Will bring me pains, more than I can bear.

You made me feel you were my krypton
And I the superman, shouldn’t yawn

You fed me the hoaxes of the brawn
Till my flesh reached point of rubicon

The bones you gave me were woebegone
You can’t stop me, I will be gone.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Save me from my friends

I hear people say,
I have an old head
On a young shoulder
But the said wisdom
Came from people’s tales…

And in all it said,
Though time might have past,
Save me from my friends…
The more things change
The more they stay same.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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