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The case of tomorrow

Tomorrow is a lady
Gorgeous and attractive
To have her, I have to create a plan
Living life like, it is my last
For her, I rise at sunrise
And at sunset, need teaches a plan.

I have open doors, hoping
To know tomorrow better
But she shows me a purse of pauper
Empty, when I welcome her,
At times she is a stone throw
But in reality she is farther.

No one has ever touched her
She must be a sweet virgin
In my dreams her hot image is shown
At sunrise, she disappears
Yet, I heard she is pregnant;
Till the time when her fruits will be known.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Eagle: Beagle of the future

Verse I

Great Eagle, I know that you go
Beagling for the tallest mountains;

I see the whites in your eyes
Please pray for “You and I”,

Pray we make a nest silently
From the low to best of highs;

Pray the soft pulpy mash
Come to halt, an evil sigh.

Verse II

Great Eagle, as you regain strength
Pray muscles stays till eternity,

Pray the future comes in bliss
Pray it intertwines perfectly,

Pray for a rich strong health,
With family on ribbon of love

Pray for bags filled of wealth,
With good fecundity there to match.

Verse III

Great Eagle, as you sharpen beak
Pray our enemies sword to be lost

In a battle field, against all odds
Pray our churn be filled with milk

Pray for our descendants to come
Pray that our heritage is preserved

For our blood feeds on what we serve
As you beagle, please pray for you and I.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Destiny choice

I have journeyed and toured
Into rooms of multiple doors
Future is a pregnant whore
Sorry for the words that I pour
Exposure births such odor
But I know, greatness I am for.

Destiny is a glamour
Frankly, I don’t know which door
That she will choose to come from
Nor her color, size, shape and form
I am in the midst of all
Observing all and doing chores

I have journeyed and toured
Into rooms of multiple doors
Future is a pregnant whore
Sorry for the words that I pour
Till I know the very door
That she decide to come out from.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Focus man

If you are not a bloodline,
If you never saw me crawling
If you never met me braying,
Please don’t come commanding.

If you mould no brick or stone
If you do brace no sheath of steel
If my load on you is globe heavy
Please don’t complain or nag.

Are you Samuel’s Delilah
Bat, Pharaoh, Owl or Jezebel
To you, let my names ring no bell
Please don’t come destroying

Especially when seeds grow
If you never believed me though,
I owe no one an apology
When chasing dreams with energy…

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