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The symptom

Two legs in one
Trouser and pants
She thrust words as
Arrows and spears…

Some times tears melt
Mountains of ice
Some times the tears
Refuse to pour

Instead it falls
Like collapsed walls
Picking the tooth
Meal or no meal…

Digging deep holes
The blood gush out
In response to
A broken heart

Dumbs, can not speak
Some times they rap
When pain hits peak
In sorrow wraps…

At times we men,
Turn good women
Into awful
Terrible nags.

The neighbor hears
Parrots and dogs
Next time when we
Say she has changed

Firstly; let us,
Correct our wrongs
We are diseases
Her nag; symptoms.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lust is an integral of love

One home, one man, two girls
Relationship John has
With Mary is divine
But he keeps an affair
With pretty sexy Jane.

Mary is but a fruit;
While Jane, ravishing seed
knows the ways of the cats.
John says he loves Mary
While he lust after Jane.

From secret, the sun shines
Driving shadows away
Now it is crystal clear
But how did roses wither
And pleasure turn toxic?

Do you know, what lust is?
It is integrated
As a core part of love
Love without lust is dead
Lust without love is evil.

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

Bark back

R. I. P to the faithfuls
Ones that died coldblooded
By bombs, swords or guns
Far from the natural flood.

Whose very weaknesses
These killers use as drills;
Are the sins we fight
And the taboos we kill.

It is more sadden
That we do not take
These heavy laden
For bad cakes they bake.

An eye for an eye
They are sole survivals
We chose turning cheeks
To be a soul survival.

A hundred got burnt
And they keep doing more
Slaughtering for God
To our God we mourn…

The dogs that bark loud
Sometimes need a slice
Of a resilient mind
To hush in silence.

The greatest regret
Wouldn’t be bad fate
And the death therein
But sticking to faith

Especially when
At the end, no hell
No heaven, no paradise
We all believe and often tell.

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

Every time we fight

Every time we fight,
Like a dust and a broom,
Underneath a mushroom
Is a love that can not be bent.

Yes in here, we ought
To be, a bride and a groom
A flower that bloom
Not torn, gown and suit.

In here, it all seems sweet
Outside the anteroom,
But bitter in the backroom
We put on a smile for hurt.

Every time we fight
The sun becomes a doom,
Shadows of the darkroom,
Upon our lovingly feet.

Misleading us through a path
Into a deadly grillroom
Master room turns a guestroom
Where we argue and fight-

Each other’s wrong and right;
Though lost in a showroom
That used to be our playroom
Where love bars refills the heart.

Every time we fight
We turn love into toom and loom
Magnifying microbes by our zoom
Searching for an imperial fault.

Yes in here, we ought
To be, a bride and a groom
A flower that bloom
Not torn, gown and suit.

In here, it all seems sweet
Outside the locker room,
But bitter in the backroom
Our love grows eachtime we fight.

Epic – You Win

Like the moon and the sun
In tandem, we take turns,
To passionately play for fun
Both on and off the dreadful pitch.

Between the devil and the deep blue sea,
The game of truth is hard to fish.
Yet we argue against, crystals
Clearer than even a devil can see.

Hello! All these scores and victory
Had no trophy spoiling bee honey
Yet we fight like tomorrow is stung,
Soaking pillows with tears on the bed.

Sorry may or may not be easy to say:
But you win is the song I love to sing
Let the wind blow the trees to bend,
For the bed of rest is filled with tears.

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