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Riding for Nature

Wrinkles seek no consent
Before it penetrates

Staying young is a race
No one can win the chase

I asked, where lies my fate
When I go grey and late

All beauties have a phase
But none can keep a pace

So now I ride my horse
Not to put coin in purse

But to give thanks to God
For this beautiful world.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tough as an old boot

They say; the way home has the longest miles
Saying His grace, I wait for my hour

In your eyes, I am dull, weak and lazy…
Torn ligaments, cold tears gush from my eyes

I can’t remember the last time I smiled
Now a days, mountains keep growing taller

All things are hard before they get easy,
That was when Sunday mornings were easy

Not now when skies have swallowed the tower
Indeed; the way home has the longest miles.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Axle Sonnet

Mum missed her visitor for a week
Then first trimester came in so quick.

Although with vomiting and fever
Not your fault, so don’t you bother.

Daddy can’t wait to hold your arms
Tiny five fingers and cradle charms.

You are the gift that completes his pack
Your cool heartbeat kept pulling him back.

So intrigued at your mother’s big round pot;
The new sweet look that she did begot

Gaining weight and looking beautiful
Although in pains, till day she births you.

Mummy can’t wait to push the axles
So prepare for contracting muscles.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Kicking bumps

I love to feel your kicking limbs
There goes my hands, to hold and climb
I will like to know what you think
I love you dearly, let it sink..

I bet your world is full of thrills
Worry not of the future bills,
I do not mind looking unkempt
Just to make sure, you are alright.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

May I have this dance

Spending every day with you
Makes my fantasies come true
When we go out dancing tonight
Stretch your hands around my waist

Do not be scared, I do not bite
Take me as your pivot site
Turn around, there is no rule,
When dancing from the heart is true.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Vanquished brutally

The riches of the world, makes me humble
Yet, a new week brings a new fumble;
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

Thought I had substance, till devil prized me
Sheepishly am rigid up to my kneels
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

In hot pan but the wax refuse to melt
Obviously most wax gained many regrets
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

The battle is lost in eyes of soldiers
Hence, I often look over my shoulders
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

Inside me rage builds ready to explode
Heavy heart, yet loads comes in like a flood
Sticking like a glue, blowing like a storm
It seems like, my village people won.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Resurrecting for love

Kill them all by any means
We were once archenemies
Till we saw the thick blue sky
Beyond clouds we thought were high

Holding hands, all the time
I am yours, and you are mine
That made them all so angry
Between us, they kept coming

As the sticks and stones stroke us,
The tears and blood shed, bound us
To the depths of affection;
That sweeten our emotions

All things I will do for you
I came from death, hearing you
No one, can put asunder
We belong, here together.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

She is sitting pretty

Not every girl
Is hot as hell

Sitting pretty
No one contest

She is so blessed
Best of the rest

Like the rainbows,
Her beauty shows

It never fades
It beats all grades.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

I need a testimony

The heavy laden is great inside
Troves of treasures chose other sides
I have searched far and wide
But victory is locked and made to hide.

A wonder last but for nine days
This time around pain made the hays
I have prayed against worried mind
Should I say, Heaven is deaf and blind.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

All covet, all lose

All covet, all lose
Karma sings a lot
Stop jumping from one
To another in town
Do better than sex
If you have to flex
Don’t toy with hearts
With axe, rocks and kites.

All and more were voiced
But he made his choice;
It is not as though
He never felt those
Soft as his pillow;
He could not swallow
His amazing pride
That fuels his sweet ride

Winning all laurels
For using their towels
Until he met her
And many of her
All covet, all lose
Karma sings a lot
Love he buys cheaply
Love he pays dearly.

Even the newborns grow
Filling polls that flows
An everyday shop
He has tried to stop
But there is a pull
From Adam’s apple
A longer throat thing
Wanting more of flings.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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