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Perfect gem

Some things, may not taste
So sweet;… Not you.

Some rings, may not fit
The truth;… Not yours.

Your wings, on a flight
Flaps right so sweet.

Your the gems of breathe
You breath, clear sounds.

Bright beams, none compete
The light in you.

Best terms to highlight
Perfect; is you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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My casket

Let all my stories be told
In an unedited episode

I seek truth in an abode
I have stepped on many toed

When I go, don’t smooth a toad
My senses go, but not my bode.

Lay me calm while I offload
Earthly pies microbes to feed…

Hence death, I paid all I owed
Don’t let my soul be sold

Lay me down in simple fold
It mustn’t be best hole or field

Nor color be bright and bold
Silver, bronze or made of gold

As long as the casket can hold
All to home, my gentle mould

Here have been, and breathe I found
And lost it, along life’s road

If I die please make my bed
With clean sheet for rest not cold.

© 2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Ladies tholes

Her beautiful is far from creams
The figure, of many wet dreams

Wolves were born, to scream her name
While dogs often cry under her flame

Evidence might often pass blames
Secrets don’t hide a dog’s shame.

Some love birds extends the bounce
Walking to alter with some plans

Under the spoon she hold a house
By the rounds; of all chores she does

She develops stretch marks;
As the moon light effects her frames

Within worries and all the aches
Are the millions of pains she tholes.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Old wives tale

Theme: Female & Menstrual cycle

Title: Old wives taleForm: SonnetAuthor: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The full moon comes in days
Believe the old wives tales
When torsos begins to change
Why books preview opens a page
Chapter by chapter, earn its wage
Red rivers flows to reach its gauge
As the moon expands in range.

Old cramps in no time, fade away
Good use, be made before the spray
Zodiacs starts to gamble and pray
For a nice chance to come their way
But she skips in avoidance of play;
The reds gushing from the birth cave
Are nonexistence death to say.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Kicking ball


I saw a man
Behind glass gall
Inside a mall,

Setting uprights
Malls never mould
Or sell goal post

Like cinema
I watched this man
Make tiles his field

So I asked him
Excuse me Sir
Really why this?

And he replied
Smiling with joy
In hippie tune

Things fall to tame
But I make mine,
To kick the ball

I got worried
And kicked a ball
Excepting results….

Then I realised
Efforts yield
Goals achieved.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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