Category Archives: Synecdoche

A sudden kiss

If you ask me to describe her mouth
I wouldn’t tell of its retracted size
Neither shall I speak of its pursed,
Under bite looking shape.

I wouldn’t narrate the long distance
Of the chin, or nose from the lips
Neither would I tell of its ruby,
Deflated and puckered size

I shall skip the long narrative
A Poet might love to write
And place my description
Far beyond all eyes can sight..

Drawing my strength from roses
I shall speak of the miracle it cajole
I shall not emphasize of its texture
But its convincing sweetness in a kiss.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Yabba dabba doo!

Yabba dabba doo!
There is an amusement about her;
Spinning beautifully around her smile
That makes me ponder every time…

On the crown of her head
Is an aura of an Angel, you find
Yabba dabba doo!
In attitudes, she lends a hand

With her body configuration
Comes an irresistible temptation
Compelling love manifestation
Yabba dabba doo! Oh yes she rocks..

What a valuable treasure, if you see her
Take it that you’ve seen a goddess
Yabba dabba doo! I think she knows
Truly none is as influencing as her…

Yabba dabba doo! her mouth is thin
Yet everything she says with it
Is not just big but funny and interesting
Yabba dabba doo! She is just my kind.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Weirdness of the African gods

References must be cited,
My lecturers emphasized.
Be of good behavior
My parents urged I endeavor

Today’s trends in Nigeria
Breeze sickness like malaria
As these politicians are embezzling
The pretty ladies go prostituting,

Fake pastors be casting out demons
As these men spin wheel of quick monies
The country is no doubt
A shadow of its unborn self…

The fortunes that favors the bold here
Are our indigenous identity we fear
As others make it inferior by faking
To be another thing yet utilizing

Our heritage but as the hidden secret
Beyond these laments, my questions are
Will you rather be a virgin that made hell
Or a professional prostitute that made heaven?

If you were the African gods,
Will you rather people come into your shrine for miracles
Or give out charms to an anointed prophet
Who goes performing your miracle in another gods name?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Institution of affection

Love is an institution
Providing joy and satisfaction
Protecting careless emotions
With everlasting sweet affections.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love Terrace

The thunder struck silently
Like Rain, love poured crazily
Erosion came sweeping drips
But we kept smiling like a sun.

Trekking down town with one plan
Singing sweet blues toppingly
Gathering bricks, building house
Hoping when competed we shall rest..

Perusing at the moon leisurely
Laughing like hyenas and jackass
Sharing dreams before we sleep
While hiding from the cold wind.

Inside our beautiful terrace
Is the most lustrous of desires
A gigantic heart burning fire
With electric veins just like wire…

Every part of our house
Has a golden room to admire
Most especially;
A special love that we designed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Slice me if I become a piggy politician

There were once clans of great people
Living by their ethics and spiritual beliefs
All across the River of Niger and Benue
Until amalgamation came to hide the thrones.

Colonial masters united her yet in disunity
Because there is strength in diversity
But people forgot her ethics and divinity
Picking up new fights for Islam and Christianity.

It then seems as if freedom was a mirage
When toy soldiers stepped up with childish mentality
Egocentricity, leading her to war without amenities
Reading the unpublished script of independence

Many innocent flesh fell under the bullets
Indeed the British joined bad to evil outlets
It was in June twelve, nineteen ninety three
Men turned gods and destroyed history…

Democracy they say but the military act
Under the control of pigs called politicians,
Let’s not forget the oil money boom
And how they looted and shipped wealth abroad,

Nigeria was just an innocent sweet girl
Until these bastards raped her so bad,
Now she is lost in a shadow of herself,
I pray she revives and become great again

Until then, should I become a politician
And follow the same evil footsteps of pigs
Call in the butcher to slice my meat
And please when you order do not pay for it.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Synecdoche: My Jaan

Over the surface of the globe
On the path to you my dear
Your love became a bowerbird
Internally designing a rose
My life became a morning dew
Ever since I encountered you.

Since then, I never fall sick
Although I might be feeling weak
But you are my strength,
My doll and precious friend
Far better than all
Synecdoche I ever said.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Mr. Beneficent

West comes before the east
I know of not many men
Called Mr. beneficent;

He is always pasting list
Of big and small issues…
If you search for his name
You see it at the least…

Humane in character
Philanthropic by nature
Selfless in his thinking
Altruistic in his doings;

Standing deep at the south
Or at the extreme east,
Is where you will find him.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: An item…


When it seems low and heavy
Beat the drum, inside my heart
If call comes from gravity
Answer as drop that falls in love.


When it is no longer rosy
Be my idiom, add fun to love
If there is reincarnation
An item, we shall always be.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Poem’s Poetry Poet


In the belly of an art
Mixing great stuffs in sounds or sight


Poems are but a pool of blood
That flows from umbilical cord.


In labour room with midwives
Pushing out an entire new life


Poetry is a mother’s vein
A melting pot with so much brain


Shedding for the lo and hi
Whispering please stop, with a sigh


While the Poet is a mother,
Carrying all; relentlessly.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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