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Familiar strangers
Are we now familiar strangers?
Our silence seem to write love letters
On empty space through the louvers;
I miss you, let’s talk it over…
So we stop looking black as thunder
The patches can be fixed together
Indeed, we can grow over solders.
Are we now familiar strangers?
Dwelling hot under the collar
Seeing each other on a regular
Yet, do not speak to one other;
At times we do not seem to bother
But, even when we appear better
We are still fishes outside the water.
Are we now familiar strangers?
Instead of dwelling like lovers
Daily, we deteriorate farther
Engineering nights to become longer
If we stay forever strangers
The Sun would die becoming weaker
I am sorry, please break the borders.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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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
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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
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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.
©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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A reason to die
I don’t need to pull triggers
Even when I am a wild tiger
I don’t need to stretch out claws
To prove it’s sharp on the floor
I don’t need no gunpowders
All I need is a homemaker
Just the type that withstand breeze
And advocate for love and peace.
All hairs can not be long and dark
Hence before I make a remark
I love to see and analyze
And not just jump to criticize
I had taken a million punch,
Only to give out flower bunch
I do things as a diplomat,
But for blood till death, I fight.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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Reasons to run (IV)
Oh what an ecstasy
To cry rivers in sleep,
Taking bullets from guns
And tears; yet, not move on.
If I bleed and still dance
And see no other chance
Other than to remain
And watch my own remains
I must have so fallen
So deep in the honey
But; I pray not to find
Such a love truly blind.
©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Reasons to run (III)
Dead is melody without chemistry,
Running away fixes such broken pieces,
Providing a shade for the past to fade,
I just can not die, for a love not mine
It is like a train, travelling derailed
I get off the ride, that is not in stride.
