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Mothers deed

I don’t know how you were born
But I have someone a unicorn
She will skillfully wrap me up
With her loving wrappers on top.

I don’t know what your mum did
But mine, her tongue was my bib
When I ate, it was her good deed
That saw me through every hot meal.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
image source: Harinzey Art
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Flare angel


Did you care to know how I roast?
A flare angel turned me to ghost

Now I don’t believe the truth…
Or whatsoever any human wrote.

The aircraft spin round and around
Valleys to hills; emission released

Came as rainbows; sight to see
It was heaven, with sweet flavors

But the flare angel rang no bell
Covering missiles, that dropped on me.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Image source: Harinzey art

Strangers on Internet

Fingers has become our eyes
Longest distance now backyards

Just a click, we turn friends…
We are roses on stainless feet,

To all strangers that we met
In dreams, called internet…

To them we share deep secrets
Public; yet private diaries

Likes, follows and the retweets
Expressing love to ceilings…

We filter all the blemishes
And we meet to have limits

Nothing that we can’t share
To strangers on internet

Our offline friends we fear
When we post those hidden tears.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Anti-rust

In a strange way
Was how we met

The sky was blue
No internet…

My life is new
Branded on trust

My life was like
An uncoated rod

Open to the world
And all its mess;

In salty water
And corrosive stuffs

You came as a wave
That freshen me up

Now I don’t rust,
In loving and trust

Because you are
My anti-rust.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Don’t die in my hands

You are a ring of friendship
An endless time worth a wait,
Just try to understand…
You are the wind in my sail
Don’t ship out when I sleep
You are my air, life I felt
Sweet memories not for sand…

All I ask is, stay alive
I will go back all around
Just to blunt invented knives
You are freshness in the air
Please don’t die in my hands
I can’t stand half a chance
Going on, without you here.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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