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One plus one is one

Looking from a contrasting view
One would wonder what is special
In enjoying something very much…
They say; only fools fall in love

Things we do when we are in love
Do not need good sense or judgment
If you never love, you can never
Comprehend the mysteries of love.

I guess, at some point, in our lives
We become the blind, crazy fool;
What would you rather do, when two joins
Defying maths to become one.

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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

Reduced to tears

Have you taken trips down memory lane
Only to be wet by some past events
And tears spread over? You are not alone.

Do you remember the saying that goes;
“When you smile, the world will smile with you; but
When you start to cry, you will cry alone”?

Well, not so all the time, I will be there
There are some broken hearts that never mends
And such a tear is never shed alone.

You may try your best in controlling it
Till it finds a way, caving in like the rock
To the force of stream, finding its way home.

Let it out, from the endless thoughts
Deep inside, even Angels sometimes cry,
Some tears are infectious left alone.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Face of fear

I so love
to spread my wings
Wearing courage
while I swing.

I may bend
but can not break
Wearing courage
when I shake.

I nosedive
but try to keep
Wearing courage
while I slip.

I stick needles
in my eyes
Wearing courage
is a prize.

I am a lion
brave and strong
wearing courage
all day long.

I embrace
my worst demons
Wearing courage
and they run.

I try again
when I fail
Wearing courage
over ails.

I have one rule;
“no regrets !”
Wearing courage
like a shirt.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet for a goddess

I used to think, beauty had a key
Unlocked by wealth and artificial quay

I never knew goddess exist, I assumed
Most beautiful girls in town were doomed.

I saw them as prostitutes that got laid
Until my presumptions finally failed.

I didn’t just meet beauty but a good lady
Tall like the hills and body hot like chilli

Her thick hips were round like an arc
In her acts, I saw a godly covenant ark

Hence I fell at her feet to worship her
Not just for her unforgettable wonders

Neither for her ravishing and freezing gaze
But; because she gave me a brand new phase.

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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

Greek fire

There is this want and demand, like oxygens to nostrils
A Greek fire brings back life, she’s a wonder girl!
Creamy, sweeter than teas, hot, and full of trills
Fresh like morning dews no wonder the angels fell.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Keep doing you

I heard them say;
you are chasing whirl winds
Pursuing dreams
which dry pockets always win;
Earning just back pats,
poverty remains unsolved
Don’t allow that deter you
from what you truly love.

Most times, not every passion
is meant to pay the bills
To develop, back pat remains
the much needed pill;
Yes, there are rich nutrients
in the smallest almond
Thank God for who you are,
an adorable black diamond.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mr. Terrorist

Another bomb blast and mother’s tears
Son, do you have fear of God to spare?
Who would you lead when all disappears
Will crowns matter without heads to wear?
Old goes the saying, those with ears hear.

Another bomb blast, I need a clue
So you just decided to stain the blues?
Wish I could see from your point of view
Wish I could comprehend just a few
Of your blades and the coldblooded tools.

Another bomb blast; another rankle
Sending messages as lit candles;
Why botcher people like the cattle
Why pull the trigger of a rifle
On civilians for just a title.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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