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The troll

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
I hate baked bread with flour of lies,
Deceitful yeast doubling the size.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
And even when I mean no harm
Spilling the milk is who I am.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
With no reservations or shame
I speak like the truth calls my name.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
At times I wish I could be remade
But I keep painting spade as spade.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
Throw stones at me, call me a troll
Through me the truth, will always roll.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dead men tell lies on May 29th

29th May hurts….!!!
Of what use are boats
If they can not float
Politicians pie
Countless lies on lies.

Lying through the teeth
Out comes the sworn oath
Last lines they recite
The flags are replaced,
Signs of the new race.

Up goes the bullets,
Twenty one loud shots,
Another man to eat
Another zone defaced
To frustrate the new face.

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

Sonnet: Lies in the cupboard

I kept my lies in a cupboard
High, wide and fine; best of them all,
Whether white lies, or priestly lies
Each lie I told, I hung in there
On one lie; I hung another
And to cover, then another,
All the time, so the story goes.

I kept my lies, in a cupboard
Every hanger had its duties
Holding on to specific lies
Until one day it got filled up
Then imploding, it exploded
Now here I am, shattered and wrecked
With whirling winds blowing my dust.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Wrong

No matter how
You paint
A wrongdoing,
In the right time,
It will always
Come out bad.

So push me away
From your cold arm
Away from your sight
If you can lie
On a lie
Over and over again.

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

Love & lies

You were to me a cloak of light
Shining as stars in the skies,
But to you I am those insects
Blinking out lights, all at night.

Everyday you fed me sweet words
Unspeakably special as it sounds
Indisputable, you lied stylishly
In honors and adorable dignity.

Funnily, you preached in bowties
The wages of ever telling fat lies…
And that, you’ll colapse and die
Should love ever weakens or die.

Here, we have moved on so fast
Away from previous year’s unfold
But from your mouth, you dished out
The best of lies ever told.

Housed Stranger

Tick . . . tick… tick

The heart drums fast

Bubbling like a stream boiling.
The legs may appear composed

Terrible he is a green-snake in a green grassland
Trailblazer in misdeed; a one chance grabber,

The heart as dark as ash; yet a saint he appears.

Assertively, he searches everywhere
“Who stole it?” He questions everyone

Never seen, caught, or suspected by somebody;

Invisible has he appeared to everybody
Heartless, surely he is Mr. nobody
Beware ay you housed stranger
The sun never shines forever.

 

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https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

written By: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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