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Truth by an Angel

Ears in heaven cherishes a singer
Choir’s musicals she gives a soul
She is a wish heaven loves to make.

I heard she dresses like a striper
Displaying her hot cameltoe
Making tonnes to gather at lake.

Her dress sense makes the sun hotter
In black and blue, she lost a role
Suspended from church for burnt bakes.

Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the people I used to know
Going around as a preacher.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blood will out

Till I broke jaw,
I was wiser
Now am a fool
It feels better.

Absence of horns,
Should never count
As lack of tool
Please know better.

Like an odour,
Is character
Many people,
Wear spray on it.

In rule of law,
Brain is better
Than brawn that full
Bottomless pits

Things I have seen
In some scholars
Unravelled clues;
When ‘blood will out’.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sweet icing, but bitter cake

Water,
cocoa powder,
unsalted butter,
and vanilla extract
make sweet icing.

But,
icing on cake
is only a cloth
and not the cake,
you really crave to taste.

Most folks are
attractive,
on the outside
A type to gaze at,
and be mesmerized

A definition
of magnanimous
sexy and fine,
ravishingly hot
making sunshine hide.

But,
taking a bite,
and tasting inside
They fall short,
way far from expectation

So,
do not be moved
by the things you see
Not all pretty
have a pleasant beauty.

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

The systems

Strange is the system that we dwell
We all have our own special type of jewel
The crown may fit the head yet don’t befit,
Like characters and rule of the leaders.

In this system we are under,
Some search for some golds and silvers,
Hitting ice-storms and drown in Rivers
For the taste of greener pasture.

Some pose like butterflies whereas
The schematics says something else
They wouldn’t be larvas they are
Like internet was made for this.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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