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India hairs

All races has its unique features
Indian ladies are just awesome;
With a great flexibility
And dark admirable texture
Commanding thick and lustrous hair.

This is not hyperbolical;
Profound beauty has no nay say
In as much as I have to say,
…That being black is beautiful
I applaud every India hair.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Magic Square

There are crowns for head,
Shoulders knees, to toes,
That gorgeously shines…

A crown of beauty,
A crown that portrays
The Angel you are.

Colors of your eyes
And hairs has a match
With the skin you wear…

And a magic square;
Rotas Opera Te
Et Arapo Sator…

Please excuse my chants
You are all but a
Perfection model;

You lubricate a soul,
You pump air in hearts
With your look and class.

God’s art, top on list
Love’s very first sight;
Magician’s sweet chant

Beauty without glass
White soul, heart of gold
You are, well combine.

The bags of fresh milk
On your chest, aligns
With the rays they bend…

Your butt has a smile
That smoothly outlines
The whines none decline.

Hi, my dear friend
You are organic
From your head to toes

Fineness is a shrine
So not hallowed by
Pomades you apply.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Image courtesy: Vinkels Photo

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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


You are a golden dove
Flying edges of a glow
The fire burning in stove.

You are my lemon dove
Turn up beats of a groove
Beautiful yellow dove…

From sky I fall to rest
In your love butter nest
My hands are on my chest

And if I am lying
Then I must be dying
You are cute, no denying.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Your body

Your body
Is divine
And so smooth
Like powder…

Can I touch,
And behold
Your sweet sweat…

Sugar taste
Clean clear cut
Perfect face…

Your body
Is a craft
Art by God’s
Perfect hand…

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Image source: poka art

Prologue: From behind

I recall, years not far, not near,
From behind, I stopped and stare.
At a sweet sight then in nostalgic,
An African, simple like a frypan.

On sight, my boldness disappear,
She cat-walked for my eyes to dare.
Her waist caused a jam on traffic,
Her aura comes with a cooling fan.

She is a fantasy in my emotional race,
A rare, phenomenal flawless Angel.
A pretty black apple, sweet and tasty,
An attraction more forceful than gravity.

Her hairs shone sun on my dark face,
She’s an attractive goddess thick as gel.
From behind, I approached my curiosity,
For if she’s a sin: heaven would be empty.

Prologue: Approaching

Photograph of Lola Oj by V. Collins

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But the sweet key words to say…

Accurate in any view;
Wish I ruled your realm
By despair, I admire you at the bay…

Attimes I saw us two;
Walking in my head, as same
But the realities were mine to pray…

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But the heavy no, that you might say…

Autumns brought you through,
Winter came; I passed a blame
By the moment you pass my way…

A drop of your dew
Water my woody phellem
Between God and man, you slay…

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But I was inexperience and dull as jay…

Attempts I made were few
With the way you bloom
Bet, in my dreams, you were my hay…

A great deal of holy jew
With soft lips of a kiss emblem
Blowing cool germfree air, so to say…

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But I wanted all faults to be a fay…

Awesome as new
Wave hot like ylem
Believe me, you are a cosmos clay…

Apparently moulded too
White eyes, you’re a golem
Bright and loveable all night and day…

Approaching you
Was never my problem
But how to properly handle your ray…

Prologue: School days

Back in school days
My best friends
And I;
Where the few people
Who knew
How much I admired you…

They would often
Make jokes of it
And I;
Knew it was no lie
That I
Had a soft spot for you…

But I was so scared
To man up and walk up
To you;
For you might say no
And worse,
Forever not look my way…

These were the assumptions
I made, back in school days…
To me;
You were the sun reservoir
To me,
You were a storeroom of stars..

I saw reflections in your eyes
I tried to resist forward push
From friends,
But; the magnet of adorations
In my heart,
Kept pushing me forward to you…

The concept

Photographs by Miss Ruth I.

In life, there are few females
But more in this musical room.
Listen closely to the sounds
From the strings of my guiter.

It goes wile, when you’re around
It can’t stop to touch the ground
Music makes the cows milk more
You are musical, the one I die for.

At my back she might be taken
To my left she may be finer
To my right she may seduce me
But the concept I need is you.

Chilling Ice

  1. ​Beauty
  2. Flows like stream,
  3. From parents
  4. To offsprings.

  1. Beauty
  2. Snowy ice
  3. Good it smells.
  4. In every it’s

  1. …Beauty,
  2. Full of sweet
  3. And candy.
  4. All I need’s
  1. …Beauty,
  2. Head to toe
  3. Gorgeousness
  4. In and out. 
  1. Beauty
  2. Depends on
  3. Her, my soul
  4. Chilling ices.
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