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Beauty in clothes

Riding down the street
In the mysterious
Small city of life;
I met a lady;
And strangely, all my
Worries disappeared
She is so awesome
Only comparison
Is her reflection
She is a wonder
Her curves and edges
Are all conspicuous

There is this intense
Craving that troubles
All gaze that spots her
Attracting to eyes
Are her oranges
Fruity and juicy.
So well configured
She got big behind
Whenever she bends,
She cast shades on sun
Strange how her body
Could heal an illness…

Obsession for her
Never seem to end;
She is a treasure
Of great value; damn!
She’s hot as hell.
And even with her
Endowment she still
Dresses decently,
Yet many ladies
Out there in the street
Not as hot as her
Flaunt their nakedness.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Darling Mom

I love my mom, she is kind and caring
She never sells ices to the Eskimos
Instead she provides, our meaningful needs
We aren’t the richest but we never starved.

Running from medications and hot water
Every time we had an injury, innocently
We hide it from her, but eventually
She always have a way of finding out…

She isn’t just a provider or an observer
Neither is she just another doctor
But she is a protector and a teacher,
The pillar of the home, she is a lioness!

Each time we err, she corrects our wrongs
And sings sweet songs applauding our right
Though most times she wears the scary look
It made bad neighbours not to mess with us…

Behind her straight unsmiling face, you will see
She is the sweetest and most caring mom
When nervous like a cat on hot tin roof
My mom would make you conquer those fears

And when frightened by anything or anyone
Run to her, and hide just behind her back
She is a superwoman, when she is home,
We are rabbits in the headlights that do not think.

Even as her sons marry their queens, and
Her daughters are leaving to another home,
Tongues would forever crave her delicious meals….
Oh! What would we have become; without our darling mom.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Coming of smash

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I ran out of luck, and had a shock
That the nuts are rare to the blind squirrels
The Elephant fell; I experienced hell.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I got no help, and no honor left,
Then I knew; that when you smile, the world smiles
A lot but, when you cry, alone will cry.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape
I adjusted my taste, and amended my faith
To enable me yield and let the pain lead
And breed me seeds that will cover the fields.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
It was condition that made crayfish bend
Hence, I only breath with hope and believes
Bearing it all, till the smash hits the shores.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Becca

Becca is a lady blessed
With heavenly beauty
That can possibly pause time.
Her body is an ocean
A million treasures behind.

She has an invisible force
That pulls regions together
In her gracious presence
Obsession bloom like flowers
And grow like tidal waves.

She ease the romance
In an affection of love
Oh what a beauty!
Becca is the lady
All Poets have talked about.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Coats of love

True love is a rare beauty
Pictured in a perfect couple
But, looking beyond the rings
There may be a familiar bird
You’ve always known as a Rose
Hiding behind love, crying, save me!

Under the blue sky birds fly
Freedom is all you may see
Yet those tiny wings are chained
There are many familiar birds
You’ve always known as lovers
Hiding behind love, crying, save me!

The oceans have its depth
Where valuable treasures are found
Yet in it, a lot are lost
Beneath hearts of the familiar birds
You’ve always known as perfect lovers
Bloods are gushing, please save me!

Going through the stories told
Of glittering jewelries sold
Remember, not all sold are gold
There are familiar birds
You’ve always known as lovers
Hiding behind love, crying, save me!

A love nectar may taste sweet
But beyond the flowers scent
The bees that suck, get choked
There are familiar birds
You’ve always known as lovers
Hiding behind love, crying, save me!

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Flea in a doghouse

Nothing ooze bad as sadness
Vis-à-vis scents as happiness
Than valid value of goodness!!!
The desire for the bubble genes
Got me rooted at a great fence
Of nudity and beauty in a dress.
I have seen millions of faces
A lot of them make nylon noises
Living a life full of pretenses.

Ravishingly hot in high Celsius
Many got brains but lack senses
From the hides and the leashes
Bad characters looses in large census
Beauty without brain, of course
Seems to be their greatest curse
Distributing high blood pressures
Even those that make wit their plus
Lacks the skills of good impulses;

But you are that complete measure
On the scale of adorable treasure
A daily sprinkle of sweet leisure
The right dose of happiness
Needed in doghouse of loneliness
Happy as a flea, my goodness !
With imperfections quite intense
You bring the scents of happiness
I must confess, you are the best.

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Stand up black nation

If not for the whites who came
Trading us and our resources
We would have ruled the world
But here we are undeveloped,
Shredding like animal’s furs
Hitting hard on mother soil.

We brag about being great
Better than the white folks:
Are we factual with this?
I hate to hear excuses
When we can, right the wrongs
Of the generations before us…

I love my dark complexion
I am proud of the black nation
But we should buckle up
And not blame the white faces
Nor blacks that sold our race
Several years ago…

Yesterday is but history
Today we are here breathing
What are we doing at the moment
To build the great Nation
We sing about in musics
Telling tales by the moonlight.

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Vulture’s politics

There are lots politicians have to prove
Can I ask, what motions do they move
Every time the smoke gather up above
Monies keep falling from the sky
Our parties they lit, fun multiply
Roasting doves and our butterflies

Their golden shoulders go up and brag
Fetching cameras while changing rags
Spraying all from the duffle bags
A million tongues go pouring
On them; blessings upon blessings
Singing we worship them not knowing,

They recollect the monies they spray
From our very pockets and future hay
While our people keep dying everyday
Of hunger and abject poverty
Yet with our taxes they gather properties
Every four years, they claim we’re their top priority.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Staying at the top

You desire to build a perfect home
Halfway through, the end never comes
Hoping to outgrow the middle life
Unknown to you, you got peace of mind.

Building ridges, you nourished the plans
But allowed impatience scatter the sands.
Craving for crazy conspicuous wealth
But I see beyond, to what would be felt

Forcing a way to be part of the creams
Building bridges to connect the dreams
In speedy way, far from the organics
Leveraging, but I see future panics.

Road to success needs bravery fight
But when moments arise you chicken out
On the first sight and upon hearing sounds
You did not make it through the first round.

Now you have failed, take a step at a time
I can assure you, it would all be fine
Getting to the top comes with blemishes
Hurtful pains, tears, hitches and glitches

Thus; your objective would be to maintain
The new found status in the hall of fame
Snatch your victory from the jaws of defeat
I know you are capable of achieving heights.

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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
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