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Sonnet: Carving her

I heard you carve flowers from ice
If you ever carve the love I have
Or opportune to paint things I write
Do not skitter the flower verse
For it carries a golden paragon
Whose charisma, bask a force
Relishing laughter, she excogitates.

When she trip her light fantastic toes;
She ease fierce wind and melts the stone
Her gaze and body are a beau ideal
As you carve and paint, do not forget,
Her Venus waist dimples my breath
Most importantly, do not forget
The mellifluous love she has for me.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love Terrace

The thunder struck silently
Like Rain, love poured crazily
Erosion came sweeping drips
But we kept smiling like a sun.

Trekking down town with one plan
Singing sweet blues toppingly
Gathering bricks, building house
Hoping when competed we shall rest..

Perusing at the moon leisurely
Laughing like hyenas and jackass
Sharing dreams before we sleep
While hiding from the cold wind.

Inside our beautiful terrace
Is the most lustrous of desires
A gigantic heart burning fire
With electric veins just like wire…

Every part of our house
Has a golden room to admire
Most especially;
A special love that we designed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

She puts you first

I know a goddess
In wonderland
She hates to rule
While her subjects
Die of broken hearts
And unfulfilled dreams

But the realm above
Do not interrupt
With natural process.
So in the darkest of night
She flung her soul
As shooting stars
To grant all wish.

Her action is tragic
That you may find love
And fulfilment of dreams
Deep down inside
Flowing through
The red streams
Of your body.

Each wish she process
She becomes a little
More mortal inside
And prone to death.
In the detriment
Of her immortality
She puts you first.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: The anniversary love

She ease the forces
In a cool breeze
She brings the light
All day and night
Praying to the moon
Cloud’s stars and sun
For a true love
That shall stand out…
But then I dimmed
Not in shinning armors
But a rusted heart
And polluted blood
Yet she saw through
My unholiness
And opaque gaze
An uncondition love
Exactly today
Some time ago.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Indian girl

Her hairs are longer
Than the River Nile,
Her gaze seeds sands
With the right mixture
And the true purpose
To grow a red rose.

Her teeth is whiter
Than dews and curds
A thousand carets
Falls from the holes
By her smooth chin
Each time she smiles.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sunlights of love

Expunging hate, even with a fight
Love is about the shinning light.
In flight or fright, it makes wrongs right
Not dampening hearts but clouding sight
With love that last, not wronging right
Neither backing out; when the light goes out.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Roses in my heart

By the moonlight
Like a daresay
I roll on hay

And on the clay
Staying put on
With great intent

As my both hands
Stretch for the sun
With love nutrient

Spun from my heart,
The Rose tree grows
From flesh and blood.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

No bee is too busy

If you are truly in love
Time and busy schedules
Should not cause starvation
In the stomach of love.

For no bee is too busy
Humming, making honeys
Ignoring the nectars
It claims to truly love…

So fling the flimsy excuse
No matter how bee you are
You will always make out time
To attend to what you love.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Peach

Her fur red lips
Looks pinkish
Under the light.
Her long dark hairs
Godly says;
“Fair and square
Beauty lives here”.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The bastard hearts

I have never been certain of
Rolling in the hay all my life,
Till I found me my suppose half
Not royal but majestic scarf

I have never been certain of
The feelings from another half
Till I became fond of this laugh
Type of giggle; sharp as a knife

Never had that certainty
For decision and no regret
Till the wind came and took my breath
Respiring with sweet love content

Never had that certainty
That time will never fluff and flint
So I often thank God for the past
Granitic and the bastards hearts.

©2018 Http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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