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Sex: Love and Sex

Ladies if you say sex is not love
Meet a man excellent in a sack
Make sure he has less faults or
Let’s say, make sure he is just there.

Have sizzling sex with him all months
Do not cheat or see anothers sheet
If a love don’t grow from such sex
It means you just hate to be loved.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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

Nagging cloud

Some things are like a cloud
Thick it gathers yet no rain
This love that we have found
Is something we out to train
Nagging and malice are loud
And they often damage brain.

©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
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