Spinster Juice
I envision every lady
Ripe for marriage as a juice;
And as it stands, just as juice
You are; “a sweetness of ritzy”.
I know you are white as snow;
An immaculate untouched forest,
But, endeavor to listen and respect
The romance your toasters show.
Not saying, your legs should spread wide
On a clock, of the nine and three
For men to pluck fruits from a tree
But, just be flexible to rules and bend…
Listen to the sweet sound of love
Feel the breeze in your window
Get your heart a loving pillow
And the spitfire, let it dissolve…
Not all wedges are stumbling blocks
Let love lead you to the glitters
Or you be praying on the altars
For love to come out off the lock.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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February 23, 2019
For rewards of fruits
I will say the truth;
Nothing but the truth
Hello Nigerians
Send on an errand
Mentally sound minds
Not vegetables
Or broken tables
Who aren’t able
To sow seeds today
Or gather some hay
For the better days.
Our chances to become
All that we clamour
Knocks loud at the door,
Please ! do not answer
Bright future dimmers
We can do better.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Father and daughter dance
Hey! dear daughter
You changed my life
The day you came.
I kissed you first
Even in womb
Sad, you can’t
Remember that.
Butterfly kiss
Had left the mark;
“I love you first”
Before you spoke
I watched you crawl,
Staggering while
You walked and ran.
Oh…! how time flies
Watching you grow
Into today
Along the aisle
For another man
Guess another son;
Daughter’s father..
So beautiful
Every girl wish
For such a bliss
Another man
Come grabbing you;
You have grown up
So fast, my child
Underneath my nose
Let’s dance dear
For, I saw you
Little, my girl
Do not blame me…
You will do, the-
-Same to your kids.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Ode of a mortal warrior
My curiosity asks
Questions mortals fear, for
Sorrows to disappear.
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.
Against my flesh, my bone
Has led me into hell
Challenging immortals
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.
Stretching arms to both ends
Breaking doors and drawing
Swords with the gods of war.
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.
Wedging war against all;
The Angels and demons
Are both in alliance.
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did…
Pray for me, to endure
The chokes of my own dust
When the wind of pain blows…
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Tone: Hidden in clothes
Wrapped up in clothes
Hiding all but I know
How steaming hot you are.
Each time I see a flame
I always visualize you;
Volcano heat you emit…
Even as you hide in clothes
Your charisma make it show
There ain’t no one hotter
Dear, you are the picture
Definition of fire
All that I ever desired.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The Terrorist
The blades of leaves dries up and falls
To feed livestock, I gather the hay
Seen animals die, but I never took a life
Just a farmer, who so loves his farm
Blood on my hand, can’t hurt a fly…
Love and peace, I often preach
Till two bulls rammed each other
Splashing streams and unsettling dust
Thunder stroke, even the earth quaked
My home they had picked, as battlefield
I am not a bull, neither a soldier
But here I stand, with a shotgun
Dewy-eyed, oh yes! I am naive
Staring at titans as they set ablaze
My ponds, my ranch, my barns and my silos
Screaming and pleading, but they thrust-
-Spears and arrows, I manage to dodge
Both end sees me as an opponent
The chase continues for me, the ant
Whose guilt is; building a beautiful hill
Sad to see all my effort collapse
In the hands of two unrelated bulls
If one die, maybe the battle would end
Dared and caught up in the middle of it,
I can’t help myself but pull the trigger.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The symptom
Two legs in one
Trouser and pants
She thrust words as
Arrows and spears…
Some times tears melt
Mountains of ice
Some times the tears
Refuse to pour
Instead it falls
Like collapsed walls
Picking the tooth
Meal or no meal…
Digging deep holes
The blood gush out
In response to
A broken heart
Dumbs, can not speak
Some times they rap
When pain hits peak
In sorrow wraps…
At times we men,
Turn good women
Into awful
Terrible nags.
The neighbor hears
Parrots and dogs
Next time when we
Say she has changed
Firstly; let us,
Correct our wrongs
We are diseases
Her nag; symptoms.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sonnet: Entrusting death
Death, I know that you can sting
Poison my wine, I will drink
For if I begin to count
The knives, arrows and bullets
You have put into my chest
The ears that hear will go deaf
For eyes that saw still shed tears.
Death, I know that you can bite Between those claws and white teeth
I give you reasonable doubts
Not because, am scared of you
Nor because, am weak to fight
But, that stinging bees build hives
And ants that bite, still build hills.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sonnet: Twenty second April (22-04-19)
It all began reluctantly
My trap caught fish in an ocean
Love at first sight, definitely
Grew in words and in actions
All the questions I asked gently
“Yes, I will”; that was the portion
Walking the aisle; seriously?
Baking cakes for celebration
Who would have guessed accurately
That you will be my possession
Good for me, emotionally
I had this strong obsession
My heart purring; affectionately
Without you; it ceases to function.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: Twenty-third Century Blackman
His culture he held high
Until globalisation
Which is the narrow line
Between sanity and
Insanity widened.
There goes the Century man
Clean in words, stained in conscience,
Conducting church crusades
With thick red blood and guts
Disgorging from his hands.
