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Imploring crystals

One of my greatest fear
Isn’t a ghost scary wear
But a crocodile’s tear

Faking smiles, the shark traits
Are hidden sequences
In many relationships.

The cravings for the ring
Has its lies that it brings
On a table, when bell rings

The aisle is so narrow
Hence falseness follows
Through, into tomorrow.

But can lies ever be buried
When pretends is unraveled
As the genes begins to unwind.

I have no breath to borrow
And no death to swallow
Love ought not to be solo

So go with all cards to implore;
You should be the marks you draw
Sincerity in all my love explores.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Naughtiness lost

When love was red
It was an Apple

Synecdoche was fun
And understood

But the moment
Naughtiness left

Love became pale
Shallow and grey.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

White Queen

Like chess game, you are a Queen
Sleepless night, you check a King

Full of courage, and desired to win
Guilty pleasure, and a righteous sin;

Your smile makes heart skip beats
On admiration board all hearts trip.

Bishops pray, for king and pawns
Pillars of rook, so pretty and strong.

The power and fire inside your eyes
Kills all knights, you are a white Queen.

© 2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My Loom

She is my sight; air and balloon…
This is pain; I can’t give up
She raised my head; corrects my ink.

Busy like bees; she is my loom
All but gain; as she knits me up
The thread of love, is our fabrics.

In fright or flight; I suck balloons..
She is my pleasure; no stitch up
We are bonded, like ankle and wrist.

©2017 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love is a spray

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Sometimes it saves
Slabs, hurts and prays;
When it comes easy
It diffuse freely…

Like an internet
It is connected
It maybe denied
It maybe delayed

But should it come
It comes to stay
Fuel and a fire
Easily inflamed.

It is a big deal
Really hard to find
It is blind, and kind
Till the end of time.

It extinguishes
The flames of desires
Across boundaries
In far and nigh.

Like air particles
Trapped in bottles
It awaits to spray,
Its sweet scent away.

For you

Eachtime you move, time stands still
You are so pure and so well distilled;
Impressively, if you were to be drilled
You’ll be a price target that can’t be killed;
For you, the ice shall blaze and the fire will chill.

In love kitchen, like a Chef, I’ll cook you a meal
With love recipe and admiration as grill;
I’ll write you a poem and sing to your thrill,
Show you skills and fetch you a bluegill,
The bills I’ll pay, for your gallery freewill.

Without them, no you and is my life unfulfilled;
Ravishingly, your beauty on heal, is high as a hill;
And if you were a milk, you’ll never be spilled,
You as a poison, I’ll go for a steady refill,
And if your love is an illness,  I’ll pop no pill…
For you are, my existence and holygrill.

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