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Beautiful Disaster

I have seen mountains boil coughing out volcanoes
Consuming every, both the young and old
Pouring down rage, exquisite and bold.

I have seen dark wraths tear humans apart
Without mercy or an atom of sympathy
Expunging all including fossil identity.

I have seen the sky unleash its thunder
Releasing trouble rains, mists, fogs and dews
But the best of their tranquil I saw was you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Motivation by Neemat x Vinz

They keep striking I keep running.
To keep moving on, I keep loving

All the notions of emotions,
No intention of separations.

Empty I am without your arms
Keeping me from all venoms and harms

My strength they drain, so I derail
But like a ray, you shine off the greys

You make me smile, each time I frown
Like birds I fly no touching down

It’s a weight not light to lift
Up I pick it with you in eye sight

And when tears gush I just keep hush
For you are such a motivation.

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Idara Neemat + Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Happy 1st wedding anniversary to us

Eighty is the minimum in my head
When I think of the years up ahead

We will celebrate more anniversaries
I will never forget your delicacies

All of which always keeps me fit
Nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat

Everyday I am with you, brings me to my goals
To you, I surrender my body and soul

You are my home, where my heart is
For you I wear my heart on a sleeve

Your presence warm the cockles of my heart
I thank the Heavens, you crossed my path.

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

My kind of love

My love is not exactly what you think
I may not fall so easy and quick
But when I do, I fall deep to sink.

My love is more than kisses and hugs
It is more than sex, but sparks for plugs
That gives an energy that last long…

My love is not easy to comprehend
If it had a color it wouldn’t be red
It is more than Val’s Day and friends…

My love is not to fend off loneliness
Neither for only sweet tenderness
But for improving our togetherness…

My love is not, for ones, boring though
Childishness in me will always show
But let’s build us so we can glow.

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

Sonnet: Shaped by love

Until I met you, my heart was formless
And in total mess crashing all the crew…

I give all to you, my rhythm and tune
I am like a room empty without you.

I have never voiced, the three little words
It was neither an option nor a choice,

I had weak links at the left of my chest
At same time, no strength, void, I couldn’t blink…

Then you shone a light, expunging darkness
Moulding, nonetheless; directing my path

And through your tunnels you shaped me to glow
Like hot ore that flows through the blast funnel…

If the truth be told here, the only shape that
Truly fits my heart, is your love, my dear.

©2020 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love Battles

His love has made cheating look beautiful
Flattered it feels, but so harmful

My conscience keeps judging me
Saying I ought to be meek not mean

Just when I felt like a four leaf clover
The cards began to fall all over

Yet he made me drop a thousand laugh
A chemistry for and from better half

Yes the outcome of this reaction
Can produce a mass destruction

But, I rain on him and I need him more
More than she can ever pour

This pain torments me all the time
Especially seeing her with mine

It creates a battle between minds and heart
And I am the guilty one in this fight

Oh love, has made me hide in my shadows
But he brings a cloak light; then I follow

I have fallen, bled on multiple rounds
Yet, beside me my dear friend stands

Praying I find love and be happy like her
Whereas, I am deeply in love, with her man

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By Joseph and Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Joseph = https://wp.me/pbMC60-3B

Hot for all

We blacks got the body of a goddess
So soft as a fur, an all-round bliss
Even at eighty we will still be hot
Our hearts are the type, never to be hurt
Intimacy with us is a detoxicant
Our love have all eternal relevance
Longevity nature brings as we sprout
With a type of flame never burns out.
Beyond the walls of Earth we are the best
Even in the grave, we will still look hot
Our dark flesh are the type, never to be burnt
Hence God charged His Angels over our head
But the way we rock, turn, twist and fend
Makes even the Guardian Angels to feel lust
Indeed; we black colored skinned are the best.

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

Loving my dislikes

I stumbled on an art titled; next
Although I knew it was the best
I couldn’t compliment the Craft
Because it was hung on a bird’s nest

Oh yes, I knew she was the best
But I saw her, just like the rest
Demanding and troublesome girls
The type that could make life a hell…

Our conversation readdressed
All wrongs I had inside my head
From a word, sparkles started,
And I fell for her, hard and loud.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love path

For your sake
I do anything
Empty lakes
With love you bring.

I will bear
All of your sins
Hell shall fear
The love you bring

Flames burning
Without delay
Consuming
Both dark and day

I care not
What People say…
Just pilot
My entire days.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mary and Barry

Dozens of roses, she picked a lemon
From Saints and Angels, she chose a demon
If the Devil could meet a lady
Let’s say by ten, endowed as Mary
The evils on earth and in heavens
Shall come to an end before eleven.

But who would have even envisaged
Such could arise in this present age
When everyone is after money,
The looks and not the taste of honeys
Barry isn’t as cute as the Devil
Neither his pocket heavy and full

Dozens of roses, she picked a lemon
From Saints and Angels, she chose a demon
The reality of his fantasies
Materialized from her ecstasies
And since she wore the ring as his wife
Flowers bloom all the days of their life.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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