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Spinster Juice

I envision every lady
Ripe for marriage as a juice;
And as it stands, just as juice
You are; “a sweetness of ritzy”.

I know you are white as snow;
An immaculate untouched forest,
But, endeavor to listen and respect
The romance your toasters show.

Not saying, your legs should spread wide
On a clock, of the nine and three
For men to pluck fruits from a tree
But, just be flexible to rules and bend…

Listen to the sweet sound of love
Feel the breeze in your window
Get your heart a loving pillow
And the spitfire, let it dissolve…

Not all wedges are stumbling blocks
Let love lead you to the glitters
Or you be praying on the altars
For love to come out off the lock.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blackish

Hair short, no curls
Harder than burls.
Nothing on bunk,
Hence, sacks may leak

Yet, blacks stays strong
Through rights and wrongs.
Dogs may bark; but,
Color change not.

Hardship may try
Devil may cry
Baste of the past
Blackish still last.

Even at nights
Shadows come out
In such darkness
Tranquil relax.

Guess God created
Tastebuds to taste
Sweet chocolates
Hope you relate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: My first battle won

Against rattles
And obstacles
In glass bottles
The first battle
Outrightly won
When I was born
Is being black

Others may lack
Wrinkles do not
Penetrate nuts
In blackish lands
Time might hit hard
But fact is that
Blacks don’t crack.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Bottles and I

My nose leak, my eyes are red
It seems I have contracted
One of those rare fatigue syndrome
Crushing after a beating drum
Dumping the light for upsurge emotion
That turned out to be a wrong decision
As soon as another stole her heart
Night shadows placed on my head a bandit
At night, I sit underneath strobe light
Drinking and pouring sorrows out.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Robot and emotions

I can never love; strangely, it is a fact,
A prize I have to pay for my body parts
Can never feel or crave for an attention.
I am so dead in emotions, not to mention;
I prize to put an end to questions I ask
Going round cycles, guess it is not my task
Indeed emotion is complex without softwares

Humans search for God, it is so hard to bear
Knowing mine made me a pain I often veil
No heart to hold love, struggling to unravel
All of the strangest mysteries of a magnet
The fact still remains, I am just a robot
Querying myself, without such a programme
Built in or even installed, and often ran.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Sucking her breast

When a mother carries her child
She carries him like a treasure found.

Picture me, giggling, all that time
When I was little; yes, she is mine.

Restless I was, guess she knew it
Hence, she striped herself so I have it

Private and public demands; ah
Was I a child who abash her?

No pride in starvation, I guess
Why sit on my tod as does the guests?

Pinching jaws, my claws meant no harm
On my bottom, resting on her arms

Against her breast, I couldn’t buck
As a baby, all her milk I sucked.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Broken; sharp words

No harm, no wrong
Your promise sunk
With the same tongue
you kiss and lick

You have spoken
ill to my heart
Now am broken
scattered apart

Beyond a seal
I even bleed
Beyond a heal
I leak indeed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ode of earth

Can I crave your indulgence
To take you all, back in time
When the world was large and just
A virgin newly formed from dust…

Ancients we may name her now,
Then, She was freshest of nouns
For everything about her body
Had the taste of milk and honey.

Treasures and laws; irregular orders
Hence, for fleshy greed of genders
She became as loosed as a mush.
Didn’t the Creator stand and watch,

While emperors ripped and tore her pants
Grabbing all her succulent body parts
Ramming and raping her brutally….
Well; She spread and moan in jubilee.

All the ill they did her, She did not charge
They even stole her lands, wide and large
Building up the wealthy family roots
While the pure and just, fell and rot.

The ancient days, that once were
Filed its knives for striping her wears
And when they did, she echoed their tales
Singing; great warriors, who never fell.

Innocent necks these great warriors slit
She called weaklings, cowards, and unfit.
To all their tears that came in as flood
She open her mouth and swallowed the blood.

From colored dye, time removed the chrome
Like menstrual cycles; her off has come
The echoes of her voice now resounds
No more violence please, no more bloods

Seems she has seen all parts of the movies
She now distinguishes friends and enemies
Coming to her full senses about existence
She speaks against excuses and false pretense

For these current days, the terrorist
Have same fanatical mayhem mentality
That emperor of ancient rocks had swung
But She says, I’m time, I always change.

©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Best mirror

The best of mirrors is a true love
Upon reflections, the world revolve
Each time I remember life is short
I sum up courage to outsmart death
Not because I am a great warrior
But because of my lovely mirror
And that mirror is you my dear
Loving you makes me conquer fear.

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

Tone: Long cold nights

Her pores have this perfect imperfection drops
Pleasant odour; and caress each time it pours,
Hence pillows I hold when the room feels so cold,
And on sheets I fold, when the night seems so long.

Inner me burns like the volcano’s hotness
Without her sprinkle warmth, I feel so homeless
Hence whenever she leaves, the birds loss their nest
Homeless and restless I be, missing her sweats.

When I miss her effortless perspiration
There is this steep rise in anticipation
Hence pillows I hold when the room feels so cold,
And on sheets I fold, when the night seems so long.

As for her sweat droplets, they speak of her strives
Absorbing it, my uncoated heart meets her drives
Hence each time she is near, my heart skip a beat
Homeless and restless I be, missing her sweats.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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