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Loving my dislikes

I stumbled on an art titled; next
Although I knew it was the best
I couldn’t compliment the Craft
Because it was hung on a bird’s nest

Oh yes, I knew she was the best
But I saw her, just like the rest
Demanding and troublesome girls
The type that could make life a hell…

Our conversation readdressed
All wrongs I had inside my head
From a word, sparkles started,
And I fell for her, hard and loud.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tones: Love unforgettable

Just like a fish without its gills
Suffocates days before the grill
Without her, I get drained and drilled
In heart where she designed a frill.

Seeing her daily, refills me
With a good loving sweet and real
From pure eternally flame distill
By her I am warm and fulfill.

Whoever hath her hast her will
Rejuvenating; strong as steels;
Her roses fetch comforting chills
That seals the very best of deals.

Thou may dismember all of me
But each and every part of me
Will never forget all the thrills
And affection in me she instilled.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The straw that broke a camel’s back

Fallen to floor, there came ladders
Not from paid dues, I used to owe
But from distant shores of strange land
Never flown to, or even know.

No penny, no purse and uglier
Than chimpanzees, well, with good doze
At same time raw like tomatoes;
My strength she pulls by straw she rolls.

The beautiful claws of wonders
Behind her, shows her camel-toes
Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the angels I used to know.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Philia my love

Bundle of joy
Gladdens my heart
She clogs my head
With love intense.

Philia the first
I call baby
Before children
Had womb escape.

Phones on silent
Alarms are mute
Not for Philia
Love of my life.

Philia thickens
My ink fades not
While I still breath
Our nuptial breeze.

What more love
If it is not
Written in verse for
Philia my love.

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

Ran into her

Heavenly sent
Treasures to hold
No more solitariness

Her kisses revived
The withered Roses
No more crying rivers.

Her hugs destroyed
The glittering knives
No more breaking hearts

Her presence blocked
The gushes of blood
No more wounds and scars.

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

Plight of a married man

It is not that she is not attractive
Her golden hair makes her cherry
She is a feature that fetches tourist

It is not that she is not adoring
The golden reflection on her nose,
Reminds me of the western sunset.

It is not that she is not magnificent
She has this poise and an ability
That makes people to stop and gaze.

She is the bringer of a haze, no doubt,
But if my wife catch me staring at her,
Emergency bed might be my mat.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Her First kiss

Once upon a time; she was a teen,
Love was magical, and a kiss was a sin,
For the first time; she wasn’t inbetween,
Affection seemed so healthy and clean,

Pretty, she wasn’t just an innocent child
But a shield and so he was her knight;
Love letters in paper plane flew all night
Exploring the sweet nascent love they found

First love affair, the hearts synchronized…
Her mind judged her and she was scared
Of cautions and stories her mama once said,
“Bumps don’t hide, the boys are bad”

Through the window they both escaped
Bold, young and free, they ran fast
Like they were late on an endless road,
Upon his shoulder, her head did rest

There came a gaze, the eyes were closed
The sky stood still to stare at the birds
Kissing passionately, it was so engrossed
Like the fate of faith that only heaven knows.

(C) April, 2017
Author – Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Storyline Credit – Oge S. N
Editors – Oge S.N & Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Location – Asaba

Jokes

Like comedy show
Cheer me up
Eachtime I’m low.

With an inspiring look
Spring me up
With a lively joke,

Like the windy rove
Sail me on
Above states of hove.

The Prose of a blind date

Kept in touch
For weeks now
On growing bonds
That is forever new.

These internet affections
Bridge separate towns
Deep down, even from afar
The emotions are much.

Let’s meet now
So we know the yes and no
And put an end to this
Before it gets too far.

#18 lines of a moon-smith

We may not know the value
Of the minas of Gold
And shekels of silver.

Love is an intense light
That gets us amazed
And delighted.

In darkness of hatred
Pretense
Can’t subdue its presence.

It stems from the bottom foot
Through the innermost liver,
It shines red and white roses

And reflects through the eyes
The burning of the heart
As an intense light.

We are all “moon-smith”
Someday, we would mould
A fullmoon of love.

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