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Sonnet: Her soursop tone

When she laughs, her shoulder drops
Tonnes of orgasm in sweet sensations
Yet, no form of incessant penetrations
I can’t forget in a hurry where I belong
Soursops she drops on my dry tongue
Arguing with myself it must be
A blend of pineapple and strawberry

Tasting like banana and coconut mix
And sometimes pineapple and mango mix
Guess my soul developed and clamour
For her glamour and sweet flavor
There is this spirituality that atones
With mine in the manner she walks and talks,
Seems her peroration dispenses good luck.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Substance of black

All eyes envy
Pretty ebony

This is greater
Than a gender

It cut across,
Nations just trust

Whether pure breed
Or the hybrids

Sweet are the tales,
Hammering nails

Look at my kin
Same as my skin

Not just ravens,
Black is haven.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Gazing at the running child

Like the experience of tranquil and peace
Underneath water. My love for the kids
Is appealing and so satisfactory.

I confide with their harmless innocence
Oh my… oh my, where do babies come from,
A thousand toys and gadgets on the floor
Colors the room with such innocence.

Kettles from the fire waters the cereals
I picked up a spoon, to feed a baby
But with tender feet of low stamina
In flashes of light, tittering and giggling

Completing ten strides in just one second,
Round and round the room the little one runs;
They are the mirrors, that shows am aging.

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

Purple people

Flashing in-between
Where purples intertwine
Red to roses, sky to blue
There is a difference
Between sugar and salt
Though its blend forms
Something brand new;

Even in awkward silence
Four fingers fuse
New shape submerge,
Love symbol is seen
With no doubt inside
Saying; love found us
Comfortable inside.

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

Image from @jenntrevarthan Instagram

Nichole to Nicholas (5): Abysmal

Every night for seven years
She sang to him sweet lullabies
So he could fall back to sleep.
But not until red roses withered
On her fluffy knees, flat she fell
To an extent even heavens cried..
Heavy laden in walls of her heart
But the greatest dismay to her
Wasn’t the doubt of her purity
Nor the existence myths of Angels
But the fact that she sang
And watched him fall asleep
For seven good years, while
He had wet dreams for someone else.

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

Sonnets: Can’t help but marry you

I heard you are an unbeliever
To glitters of golds and silvers;
Unmoved by the twinkling stars
And not after size or shape…
But a complimenting give and take
From an affable jolly soul
That might not be as white as snow.

I heard that your expectations
Are both of genuine emotion
And a right mix that pays the tax
Surrounded by a frozen wax
Deep inside you is a sheer wine
Flowing with an elixir of life
Calling on me to call you my wife.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: True is love we share

Different in ethnic
But please do not panic
If we are opposite
In colours and in tongue,
Even in shape of heart
For we share common beat
Sweet taste of sugar beets.

All front has its own back
Like monkeys loves to swing
Not all birds hum and sing;
We are two green leaf trees
Under the same sunlight
You are you, I am I
And true is; love we share…

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Gape mouthed

Active and serious like an owl
With a forward looking gaze
Fixed and limited only on her
And her bedazzling presence…

Over the heel my head kneels
Ever since I was enchanted
By her; I began acting crazy.

Whenever the night seems so long
It is her sweet charming smile
That mysteriously turns the sun on

She drenches my heart in rich emotion;
When I explore her conformation
I get entertained by the sweetness;
Of sleeping beauty around my arm.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: a sleet of love

Please pick your
hearts back up!
of what use
is love
without heart beats
that keeps pumping
sleets to the ground ?

You give me
cold fever;
as the ice
melts down…
with a hot flame
that often breaths
life into me.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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