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Somonka: Eleven questions

Men are enchanted by her glow
Even when she makes them know
That her heart belongs elsewhere,
Few bow and go, many men
Blow a fuse, and tear a drum.

But she stays faithful to one
Yet they feel she is heartless
Picking up her phone, she swipes;
How many will she delete
When they come every minute.

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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.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Indian girl

Her hairs are longer
Than the River Nile,
Her gaze seeds sands
With the right mixture
And the true purpose
To grow a red rose.

Her teeth is whiter
Than dews and curds
A thousand carets
Falls from the holes
By her smooth chin
Each time she smiles.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Bliss out

This is not a case of ‘I was told’;
Her fluffy skin is really nice to hold
No one on earth has blessings like mine,
With a smiling face, wonders and signs.

She shines bright and hot like an Africa sun
Burning through layers, creating fun
Her presence even in the darkness night
Makes millions of stars in galaxies come out

Standing graciously beside the full moon
Good news she brings with muse intune
I no longer know what darkness look like
My heart beat seems to plugged to a mic…

If you take a journey into my heart
You will discover the deeper you get,
The thicker and brighter her light blinks;
Immeasurably, she’s the reason my soul bliss.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beside my imaginations

The day I first saw her naked
So succulent and unclad

Naked as the day she was born
A radiance of light she did shone

Fright and excitement I did bear
My fist clenched, eyes like deer

Amusement rained in my head
Bold turn timid, chicken in fear

Beats drummed fast, pants expand
I saw Venus, and rainbow bands

They stood beside my imagination
Frozen in places, I lost a motion.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Inside a pearl

Inside the shell
Of a shy lil girl
Is a valuable pearl
No one can sell
Decency she wears
To yonder and to near.

Her bright headlight
Has cast of a deer
In her shell is good cheer
She blinds the light
With gaze breeding fear
And countenance so clear.

Inside this pearl
Is a place to dwell
With an angel that fell
Hot as the hell
Very far from vile
Purity dwells in such pearl.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dark Shadow

Her pretty face
Lovely race, shoes and lace
Makes hearts to race.

Dark like shadow
Her beauty ends racism
No criticism.

A ground shaker
Her waist is a killer
From her mother.

Dark like shadow
Like cyclone gathers floods
Her waves has winds.

Beautiful frame
Excuse me; ain’t no shame,
To know your name.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Prologue: Black Apple

You are a black apple
On a familiar ground;
Renewing all the time.

Your charming sight,
As a bright cloak of light
Strengthens my cord, by God.

You are a ripe fruit on a tree,
The black apple of my eyes
That falls not far from me.

You drag me closer to hay,
Your nutrients day by day, 
Surely keeps the doctors away.

You are boneless like a fillet,
A pretty sweet forbidden fruit,
I shall eat; over and over again.

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