Category Archives: Cycle Of Inspiration

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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Revelation of seduction

Now let me play with the art of seduction
Guess we affiliate Casanova to seduction
But he also had the rejection hub
Stories say; he met a lady at the pub

She was an actress but had a speech impediment
She could not pronounce words with R in it.
After a while, he worked away from the pub
Seemingly not attempting to turn a bulb

This same man we think goes after all hens
Left the pub that night after all he learnt
Got home; lit candles, and unlike most men
Gathered some sheets and picked his pen

Writing a sweet play without R in it
Spending days to complete the script
He returned to her some days after
And handed her the script and won her.

Hope you did not get lost in the legend
The message here is; you work to earn
And for love also, you have to make impact
During the phases of a seducing act

If you succeed in gaining attention
Work on interest to grow emotion
When you finally find that spark
Start maintenance and in cycle go back.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Cooperation

What do you guys gain
Making another frown
Witchhunting a man
Just to bring him down.

Trying to Boycott God
Before you beat chest
Think more, and not less
Who sowed your life gown?

No one man build town
We are part of a crowd
Funny how it sounds
We need eachothers hands.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Buoys and floaters

Buoys and floaters
Are but objects
That floats on waters.

Not by bladders
For if it were
Even sharks will drown.

Most times in life
It is but grace
It takes to win race.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.

Inseparable

Unicorn is not just a horse
It’s a shade I see in you
It’s the work of honeybee

Nothing can separate us
I will always be with you
Whatever the heights might be.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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