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Sex: The hymen

The first time in womanhood
Is usually a moment of value
While some men see sex as food
Others sees it as laurels
But hymen is misunderstood.

Sexual bleeding is not a proof
That a woman is a box of new
Every building have different roofs
In various shapes and in sizes
The hymen is misunderstood.

Open her legs to make her scream
But not all would be hard to dig
Some might not be easy as it seem
Not every woman would stain sheets
The hymen is misunderstood.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unending poverty

Do you know, there are people
Who don’t have where to borrow
Yet their life hardship borough
Living in the deepest of holes
Holding firm as soil for poles
On their skin is suffering moles.

Common in both dark and fair
Ending when the bags of air
Biology proudly call the lungs
Is filled with a mass of dust,
And stomach begins to churn
After it turns to a bag of clay.

Hopeless it will end tomorrow
But poverty is a failed today
That didn’t bred yesterday.
Just beside the flying horses,
For it was nobody but us,
Who created the World of poor.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Objective mind

I am objective, right till wrong.. obviously;
I can’t agree with all methodology;
See me not as the progress enemy;
Or dude, with “pull them down syndrome”.

Ideas are the eyes of the beholder
There are different shapes of shoulders
Kill them all, four legs in a trouser
That? I don’t see the relevance.

The societies are mixed with varieties
Most people will love, others hate parties
Why see peaceful resolution as weakness
Why critic a man for his meekness?

Wars and minds are built up by words
Yet the both, are not conquered by guns
I hope fume, will run out of steam
For every ride ebbs; every storm calms.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


I don’t know,
If I am old
Or if I scold,
The things I know…
No more impact
And with a click
Out of the blue
Will begin, right
Over the moon.

I must just hate,
Online we date,
Without a face
Without impact,
We begin race
We are so close,
Yet we are far
But we are close
Connect to phones.

Now what is wrong
With dropping rose
On face to face,
Offline they say…
With tapping phones
The globe now sees
Wooing without
Having contact,
Loving pictures
Right from the phone.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex: Altruistic sex

No crime if a lady initiates sex,
Tell him how bad you want him next
It will not make him think of you less.

Sex is good; don’t be misperceive
Grab his tie and unbutton his sleeves
When he is free or before he leaves

Take him down, with whatever crude
Ride on him, both calm and rude
Be free to make him feel so good

Don’t be deprived of sex and magic
It is not bad, nor a crime or tragic
Just like chores, make sex altruistic.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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