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One plus one is one

Looking from a contrasting view
One would wonder what is special
In enjoying something very much…
They say; only fools fall in love

Things we do when we are in love
Do not need good sense or judgment
If you never love, you can never
Comprehend the mysteries of love.

I guess, at some point, in our lives
We become the blind, crazy fool;
What would you rather do, when two joins
Defying maths to become one.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sweet Companionship

I think I am blessed
As the most clueless

I know not a thing
I try not to think.

Whenever I am
Lying next to you…

I just feel relieve
Floating like a leaf

In the stream of wind
Letting love to lead.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A No Phony Love

I do not need a one nightstand
My heart is not like ships that pass
In the dead night but a desire
That reoccurs like the Sunsets.

I do not want no sweetheart deal
Neither hearts that are short and sweet
But a tongue of enduring taste
Stay with me, let us build a home.

Though sometimes I grab a pillow;
Nothing is as amazing as
The Sunrise, waking beside
Genuine love, at the crack of dawn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haunting memories

I never believed; I could fall hard from the sky,
Or dance to a love flute until you broke the yoke…
And made me, your own choice, though at first, when we met
Inside me had weird fears, but you made opaque clear
Then the doubts turned to faith burning flames no regrets
You turned my fantasies into realities.

You made me a better version on your shoulder
And became the sunlight shining bright in my life
But the fire left the stove when you took off the glove
Leaving me in this home on my own, like dead bones.
Every day, I replay memories that we shared
And these memories, brings back sweet memories

Looking at the broken mirrors, I see terrors
And the trauma of your absence keeps haunting me
Guess I let my guard down hence I drink till I drown
Inside bitter tears shed; thinking of things we shared
Wish you pick up the phone, although you are long gone
I will still be right here waiting for you my dear.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Paddling with love

We are riding on high velocity
Skidding with no self pity
We do not need brakes we like it risky,
The muse makes it more fonder
While flying to Jupiter
Over the moon, we are for each other.

Down the steep in the city
Love is a beautiful thing
We are riding on high velocity
To a place our sweet heart chose
Where shadows reflect red rose
Knitting together our body and souls.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet for a goddess

I used to think, beauty had a key
Unlocked by wealth and artificial quay

I never knew goddess exist, I assumed
Most beautiful girls in town were doomed.

I saw them as prostitutes that got laid
Until my presumptions finally failed.

I didn’t just meet beauty but a good lady
Tall like the hills and body hot like chilli

Her thick hips were round like an arc
In her acts, I saw a godly covenant ark

Hence I fell at her feet to worship her
Not just for her unforgettable wonders

Neither for her ravishing and freezing gaze
But; because she gave me a brand new phase.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Her Appetising Body

The delightful thing about beauty
Is that its pleasant box is never empty
Digging into it, one is never bored
But lust staring, down the corridor.

I’ve seen more but hers I can tell
Is the direct descendant of an angel;
Rare, charming, delightful and sweet
Fragile, clean from her head to feet.

When she passes, gazes begin to drift
She makes me dwell on a fantasy cliff
Herein my heart has stopped to beat
For her I die, she is a master piece

Do not judge me by my ordeal
Her quality gene is worth the deeds
She is a wonder, no scars and dust
Her body is so scrumptious.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Greek fire

There is this want and demand, like oxygens to nostrils
A Greek fire brings back life, she’s a wonder girl!
Creamy, sweeter than teas, hot, and full of trills
Fresh like morning dews no wonder the angels fell.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Pots and mushrooms

Beauty and the beast days
Are unrealistic tales
When the beast is so poor
And have nothing to pour
Now; beauties are reserved
For big bags and big rides.

The bush we have these days
Where mushrooms were those days
All have a trader’s face
Welcoming but they chase
Accepting busy pots
And a big heavy purse.

Demands on their tables
Are unattainable
These days pillows drip tears;
Gone are the sweet old days
When craves were benign, soft
Like marshmallow; and sweet.

Those we crush on in church
Sound it, “drop cash to touch”…
Then, all these fears were there
Stronger than love they bear
But its walls were fallible…
While love, unbreakable.

The mushrooms on dead woods
Are no where to be found
Because they all sort out
For busy cooking pots
Now, love is if you can
Cook the conditional.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Flea in a doghouse

Nothing ooze bad as sadness
Vis-à-vis scents as happiness
Than valid value of goodness!!!
The desire for the bubble genes
Got me rooted at a great fence
Of nudity and beauty in a dress.
I have seen millions of faces
A lot of them make nylon noises
Living a life full of pretenses.

Ravishingly hot in high Celsius
Many got brains but lack senses
From the hides and the leashes
Bad characters looses in large census
Beauty without brain, of course
Seems to be their greatest curse
Distributing high blood pressures
Even those that make wit their plus
Lacks the skills of good impulses;

But you are that complete measure
On the scale of adorable treasure
A daily sprinkle of sweet leisure
The right dose of happiness
Needed in doghouse of loneliness
Happy as a flea, my goodness !
With imperfections quite intense
You bring the scents of happiness
I must confess, you are the best.

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