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Nichole to Nicholas (5): Abysmal

Red roses withered
Emotions dropped
On her knees
Flat she fell
To an extent
Heavens cried..
But to her
The greatest dismay
Wasn’t the doubt
Of facts or myths
But the fact that
She was but
An undreamed dream
In his sleep.

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A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nichole to Nicholas (3): Consulting the gods

I can hear the cry of an Angel
Calling for the gods to decide
Or declare her fate in love
I hear her say, “heavens say;
Follow your heart, which I did”
Please tell her, I am destiny,
But a painter, coloring life…

Please tell her, I don’t intervene
In matters pertaining hearts
When God, didn’t compel Nick
Into wooing or even keeping her
As the treasure he is to find,
I am destiny, I see peoples vision
But love is blind, so to say.

If lovers are to be farmers,
Falling for her innocent soul,
Would be any farmer’s seed to sow
But I wonder why an Angel waits
In great anticipation
For the moment in time
His leaf shall cross her path.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nichole to Nicholas (2): Killing an Angel

No push no shove,
Though complexion is coal
But her heart is gold
Not fine as the Dickens

But her beautiful soul
Deserves to pair
She aims to wear
His pretty crown

But his heart frowns
Waving back,
Thinking it’s love
She waves and smile…

He makes a slice
She thought otherwise;
But as an Angel
She ought to know

That his feelings for Cole
Is not dead as a dodo
Her heart he slits, hisses
And turns his face.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Solid as rock

God so love the world,
That he sent His son…
He loves, to die,
So we might be saved
So the bible says…

If great sacrifice
That love brings is death
I am so scared
Of opening the door
And falling in love

But she whispered
“Cool your temper dear
You are my luck
My blind but strong faith
Solid as a rock”.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Naughtiness lost

When love was red
It was an Apple

Synecdoche was fun
And understood

But the moment
Naughtiness left

Love became pale
Shallow and grey.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lust in hearts

Playing sweet song
While she dances along…
My mind she blew
By the apples she threw

Now I am lust
In her heart to default
Playing sweet songs
While she dances along.

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


Dusting old shelves
And all there is left
I found her here
And I held her dear.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A sudden kiss

If you ask me to describe her mouth
I wouldn’t tell of its retracted size
Neither shall I speak of its pursed,
Under bite looking shape.

I wouldn’t narrate the long distance
Of the chin, or nose from the lips
Neither would I tell of its ruby,
Deflated and puckered size

I shall skip the long narrative
A Poet might love to write
And place my description
Far beyond all eyes can sight..

Drawing my strength from roses
I shall speak of the miracle it cajole
I shall not emphasize of its texture
But its convincing sweetness in a kiss.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Yabba dabba doo!

Yabba dabba doo!
There is an amusement about her;
Spinning beautifully around her smile
That makes me ponder every time…

On the crown of her head
Is an aura of an Angel, you find
Yabba dabba doo!
In attitudes, she lends a hand

With her body configuration
Comes an irresistible temptation
Compelling love manifestation
Yabba dabba doo! Oh yes she rocks..

What a valuable treasure, if you see her
Take it that you’ve seen a goddess
Yabba dabba doo! I think she knows
Truly none is as influencing as her…

Yabba dabba doo! her mouth is thin
Yet everything she says with it
Is not just big but funny and interesting
Yabba dabba doo! She is just my kind.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Institution of affection

Love is an institution
Providing joy and satisfaction
Protecting careless emotions
With everlasting sweet affections.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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