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Sonnets: Marry you, some day…

I know your dad do not like me
And I know your mum detest me

I used to have this self control
Avoiding critics and their trolls…

I am in love, it is a fact…
At the paradise of my heart,

Where I ought to apply caution
Lust’s sentiments and obsession,

Makes my head go over my heels
And I don’t care what they feel…

Even when it is all taboo,
As long as it is all for you

Cats will always look at the king
But no setback will break my ring.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Secrets of sprinklers

Watch the company you keep
Sweep fairweather if you can
Let go of an excess weight
Appreciate every wingspan.

Like an iron and the magnets,
Carrots and the rabbits
Attract what wouldn’t pretend
Or hide facts, that your face has dirts.

Most times it isn’t the nudity
But fecundity by another,
Fecundity as in creativity
And ability to grow together.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Frail behind pictures

With you I saw into the future
It was awesome and so assured
And around your arms I felt secured.

We were strangers although not for long
Gradually I mastered the contours
Around your hips, details I could draw

Just like the plants fed with good manure
Our love grew more than wealth can procure
We were the pleasure of epicure

Perfect love was our miniature
Each time we sailed we made no detour
Through the air, water, land and moor

It was as though we wrote love’s brochure
Sadly we are only in pictures
A perfect couple with such allure.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My type of love

I can have the world by the tail
Even when all trials fail

I rather sleep alone and frown
Than skipping brain for a brawn

The quest for knowledge makes me gate crash
Giving me a ‘love at first sight” match..

When it comes to attraction
It is not the physical posession

But the content of the brain
Pouring on me like the rains

I seem to connect on every track
When energised by sweet sparks

In such plug is where I belong
Every second I get sprung

Reaching orgasm by listening
To the words that are spilling

From the lips of a rich brain
That may go by just any name

I don’t need a physical kiss
I am okay with a mental bliss.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Quintessences of love

Are you a deserted island or blue and soaked in tears?
I know of a drug that truly heals the disease soul

Dry bones propels around it even after it being broken
Choked thorax breaths healthily even after it was soldered

It resides by the corner where condemn irons bleed rust
It makes valuable from the core of the iron’s smelted ore

It clears the air, proving there is a soulmate for everyone
It is crazy, it is foolish and worth it when found

For in the furnace of the heart, it is quintessence
And although it makes no sense, it is best explained by itself.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Approached

Love finds a way like water
The right recipe matters
From a pot to make a dish
Meant to sustain and nourish.

Why is it that when man desire
To possess the burning fire,
He rushes where Angels fail to thread
For love, he goes off the deep end.

Until she fall under his belt,
He always seem to fidget
Most times his liver falters
And the right words fail to utter.

At the other side of the net,
Even with bee in her bonnet
The lady would be a cold fish
And dark horse, in face of her wish.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A to Z of a fall

I was a dark horse, torn and scattered,
Till an organizer picked me up
She mend my broken heart anew
Filling my head with rose and blues
By the deep wonders of her muse.

I was bedazzled by her looks
Innocent and tender like a child
She is adorable in all her sides
No doubt, I smile more around her
Indeed she is a good entertainer.

I use to hide deep in my shells,
Like I needed wards and charms
Until she boost my confidence
Into becoming a socialiser
Interacting with all of hers.

I promised to be her provider,
Her counsellor and her pleaser;
For God blessed the day she fell
Nurturing the little seed we sow
Daily, watching it grow and glow.

I am an advocate for peace
Even with a million punch,
A cheek I give, with flower bunch
But, I am no longer a diplomat,
Now, for her love, till death, I fight.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love and respect

Nights take not the sun out
Both know when to chase clout…
None is most enormous
Than love shared amongst us…

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

All eyes on us

Smelt with the nose, and eyes to glance
Just like a rose pleasant fragrance
Yet people doubt, if it is love
Driving crazy, fueling the heart
With such cozy all day and night.

While many laugh some dwell in hell
When it is rough and cry as well
Yet there is doubt, could it be love
That dries the tears, and hugs so tight
All through the years, of many sights.

Sort of a must, it involves trust
Like a virus, it infect us
Yet people doubt, if it is love
Seeing through eyes yet seem so blind
Cold like an ice, large chunk to find..

Held by handcuffs despite the fall
When it slips off suicide may call
Yet there is doubt, could it be love
Wood and an axe, defying laws
Burning the wax, brightening shores.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Understanding love

Love is a beautiful thing
It must not be about rings…
It is awesome to know
It fills a ring cycled hole
Yes, true love may sometimes bleed
Without love, it never heals…

Love is beyond love itself
Indeed you can love yourself
Not alone outside your fence
When nothing hides the pretense
And it becomes so obvious
You need a heart to mate yours…

Love wind can uproot a tree
And be calm as summer sea
Uplifting both seeds and roots
At the same time, dragging foot
Into open combustions
Maybe not for destructions.

Love is a confused mixer
It holds both ends together
Baking both sweet and sour
In dry tears and blood shower
Between two people who patch
An already collapsed house.

Love is the plant we water
And some times it may wither
When we fail to understand
That its growth is in our hands
It would not bloom on its own
Well, bliss is made in love home.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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