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Acceptable apology
Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act childish
Over something of no hitch
It is love and it is sweet!
Why ignore hello and hi
When you are weak to say bye
Why create steams over an ice
Criticizing cats and rats
Fighting for their own cravings.
Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act childish
Over something of no hitch
It is love and it is sweet!
Forget who is wrong or right
There are better ways around
Why pull wools over your eyes
Locking yourself in a cage
When there are no blood nor scares
Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act a fool
Over something clear to you
It is love and it is sweet!
And even when it hurts you
Sorry said several times
From the apple of your eyes
Shouldn’t be left by the side
Until hell begins to melt.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Date your spouse
Let us leave the past behind
And not dig out buried mines
There are things to hold on tight
All the way through day and night
These things are so significant
In stopping the unending fights
Like sorry said several times
Truly from a heart of repentance.
Be part of each other’s day
Appreciate them every day
Indeed it shows all love is
Yes, it rams and fixes the dents.
Silence is golden but it kills
Where conversation is a key
So please don’t stay glued to devices
Neglecting all sacrifices.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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vamoose
From an elusive concept
Of an abusive romance
I prefer clean pairs of shoes
Shown, than the blood from a fool.
How they both had butterflies
In their stomachs, I know not
But from afar I saw lights
And its sparkles shined so bright.
Coming from hearts, with just flight
And hormones that felt alright…
Now the sparks comes from the files
Sharpening blades of their knives
While those hormones excited
Are great sadists by neglects,
“I hate you” they now recite
Picking bruises, all day and night
Ring that binds can be untied
So walk out, for sake of life
There are an unending lists
Of late plebs, who stayed in it
People smile and giggle too
In same love that involves two
Kindly show clean pairs of shoes
You deserve happiness too.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Breathless Desire
Floating on a broad dimension
Drowning at the smell of portion
Can it be straight; ray motions?
Because I can’t comprehend
Why beginnings seem like an end
Heebie-jeebies! it freeze or bend
Even when tested by distance
Lightening may not stand a chance
Traveling farther in a glance
But like dragonfly with six legs
That can not walk; and square pegs
In round holes, there goes the lungs
On pins and needles, getting high
Seeing the apple of an eye
So breathless, becomes of her.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s diary: Forever heart
Life has no manual but a daughter
That would one day become a mother
But before the bloom hits her flower
I play catcher with her all the time
Reciting old and new nursery rhymes
She is my kid, my friend and a gem
Just like sunshine to the moonlight
My face she brightens and mood she lifts
Laughing like a drain all day and night
All in one and a heart warmer
Privileged am I, as a father
To a truly beautiful daughter
She makes me feel a certain way
While watching her grow everyday
Into a beautiful art of clay
One day she may outgrow my lap
And the ride she does on my back;
All I know is; our love will never slack.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Flower and honey
There is a song pleasant to ears
Sprouting from hearts and never ends
In it says of warriors, so strong
Yet the weakest in such a song.
There is a sound that the bees make
Sucking nectars, their wings shake
Making sweet honeys from flowers
Yes, it is built into towers!
There is a voice that sometimes shakes
Pouring questions right to the face
Different tribes but same language
Growing fonder from page to page
There is a touch that makes a poet
Connect to soul on single thought
Whether in air, on land or sea
Love it is, where I rather be.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Beclouded rose
Starring in the roles of ecstasies
Are bewitching flowers from precious trees
That exists in the sacred rhapsodies
Of fickle hearts catching pitter-patter,
From the styles and stigmas that deters
Immortals from grace as they pander.
This very pedal has an inner beauty
That conforms not with confidentiality
Instead her fragrance, in high velocity
Make the honeycombs to never run dry
As it willingly dispenses cravings into beehives
Transmitting signals stamen long to have.
This flower is configured to shine and rule
Her pride rests on her own receptacle
She’s beauty personified, yes it’s true
Like Aphrodite’s in reincarnation
Stretching back from time of creation
Till now, none can compete with her perfection
Aside the artifact in the treasure chest
Inside the ecstasy, she appears stainless,
Big and soft, classy and simple, yet complex
As her shadow, I’ve seen her naked by the mirror
Intently conceiving herself a pure allure
Whereas outside the illusion she has many scars and errors.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lost in void
Stay focus no matter what
Posterity is a needle eye
Only the right and just
Would eventually pass through,
No matter the circumstances
Wrong is wrong and it is
As big as an elephant…
But, how can I stay on course
When an impeccable carnage
Of distraction keeps hovering
With a million booby traps
Over me from page to page,
Hunting my mental health and
Making me a caricature while
An Elephant passes through
The tiny eye of a needle.
The masquerades no longer dance
To tones in the market square
But to the vibrations of money;
No wonder my soul left my flesh
Distancing itself from my falls…
And the shames of the cruel worms
In my stomach drumming and
Releasing hits songs back to back…
How can I stay on course
Paddling in a troubled sea
Misled by credible wind of sail
And a devoted broken compass,
Into a world of negative trends
Where every wrong is praised
And right is stoned to death
Or possibly aborted before birth…
How can I! When I am startled
In the dark, by my own shadow,
And a voice within me that echoes
My failures every break of dawn.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Growing bond
I have always felt, the ocean is deep
The skies are up and nothing can flip
I felt nothing can halt my wrath from wafting
Until little Hazel, came out stretching
Rare genes translated into a beautiful princess
Quenching volcanic eruption in the process
Smiling like the sun, penetrating with ease
Oh yes, I love her with every fiber of my being
And ever since she came into my world,
I became a child and a clown with a bond.
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