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Flower and honey


There is a song pleasant to ears
Sprouting from hearts and never ends
In it says of warriors, so strong
Yet the weakest in such a song.

There is a sound that the bees make
Sucking nectars, their wings shake
Making sweet honeys from flowers
Yes, it is built into towers!

There is a voice that sometimes shakes
Pouring questions right to the face
Different tribes but same language
Growing fonder from page to page

There is a touch that makes a poet
Connect to soul on single thought
Whether in air, on land or sea
Love it is, where I rather be.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Talking heart


Give me puzzles to solve
Let me float up above
In the air like a dove
As long as the sky blue
Let it rain, give me clues
How to stay close to you

Show me how to have it
Show me how to hold it
So candles can stay lit…
Cold or heat, dried or wet
Impoverished or in wealth
Let me grab all that sweat

Never to be detached
But your sweet perfect match
If I crash, let me crash
What is life without you
When the wind lead me through
All the pains straight to you

You are such a goddess
This feeling in my chest
Is so deep and intense
Show me how to love you
I am null without you
Yes I am, it is true.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Red orange Delilah

Heaven may see through my corrupt thoughts
And the point where my conscience got burnt...

Until it sees a beauty with grace and elegance
Making a statement; fall or take a chance...

Heaven may erase my name from the book of life
But I await the judgement after my demise

For there is a perspective of sin I have seen
That justifies impermissible carnal sin.

Heaven knows that even immortals
Can't take their stainless eyes off her

Her body configuration do not hide
The amazing workshop where God's craft abide

Heaven knows that her skin is as soft as a wool
Red orange Delilah meant for Samson's Waterloo...

I know in heaven my thoughts are condemned
But with her, I would rather stay as damned.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Choice of the Singles

Used to think a lot
More of lust, no fault
A big bum, big breast
Pretty face, white teeth…

Yet, one met no one
Wired all in one
The Photoshop drums
Worsen the medium…

Even the slay Queens
Force their stomach in
Beauty and the beast;
Where hath thy love been?

Once beauty is found
Large brain wouldn’t fit
Torchlight hit Einsteins
They had many stains.

A million times came
When one ran insane
By cried river banks
Of thy ship that sank

Down to earth they need
Yet a sign they seek
Staring at twilights
Moon, rockets and kites.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Resolving love conflict

Simple or made into an Elf
What is music to a born deaf?
Same question goes without tongues
Pot or Chef, who spoilt the stock?

What are perfumes without nostrils
Even when fragrance grow on trees
The soft wool would be seen as steel
If all senses had no way to feel.

Like bakers bake flours into cakes
Water seeds, love is give and take
With all of you, you should both love
Not one-sided, with push and shove

Pay concern to passion and needs
Dancing together to your hymns
Storms and rainbows demystified
Harmonise hearts, love is blind.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Marry you, some day…

I know your dad do not like me
And I know your mum detest me

I used to have this self control
Avoiding critics and their trolls…

I am in love, it is a fact…
At the paradise of my heart,

Where I ought to apply caution
Lust’s sentiments and obsession,

Makes my head go over my heels
And I don’t care what they feel…

Even when it is all taboo,
As long as it is all for you

Cats will always look at the king
But no setback will break my ring.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beautiful Zombies

In two shakes of a dog’s tail
The weather changes, so they say
With raindrops that are rubied
Rolling from bunch of zombies

Staggering down in the street
Possessing all that they meet
Conspiracies all sprung up
As a norm we all adopt.

Decent ones in the city
Soon became filthy dirty
Devils and trolls we hired
Became woods in our fire

The blacks and whites not like us
We destroy with sticks and rods
When the infants starts to creep
We shoot them right from our hips

Yet with our scary wild eyes
We still hunt the tranquil ice
And not until we change our views
The zombies are all but good.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Let’s not begin to remember

Let’s not begin to remember all
All the sweet hugs and salt on injured sore
Indeed we once had colourful feathers
That in the wind glamourously fluttered
Until the tantrums had the best of us
And time after time, time couldn’t heal us.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Let’s not begin again

We let the picture mislead all that saw
Healthy Caterpillar with love for sure
Destined for metamorphosised wonders,
That in time never grew way more fonder.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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