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Maiden of old times (3)
One crazy thing about our obsession
Was that, flash she ran, we saw slow motions
Basking in the euphoria of passion.
Elusive as she dressed, we could draw her
Shapes and curves, singing viva forever
Men, born and unborn would love to wife her.
Her unguilt make babies fight for her womb
Men saying; “I love you”, was like a bomb
Bringing Twilight of the gods on all tombs.
And as she heard, her sweet eyes always hide
We were all fools and love was truly blind
Not now, love is by size of rubber bands.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Love in Oklahoma – by Laura and Vinx
Making my way to my favorite place
Back then I had no clue that it was yet;
To be made a shrine of his tender face
Seeking attention, I can’t forget
The magnanimity of purple roses
Inhaling sweetness, adrenaline rush
Eyes gazing but there were not many choices
Than hush and suck the uncontrollable gush.
It makes me feel amazing to go back
To our days and times alive, but young
Replaying all we had done, late that night
Inside the redness; crowds we were among….
…Drinking, and exchanging sweet body fluids.
A compelling dive into ecstasy
Scintillating my soul, by his crude
Natural high, I cared less, if eyes could see.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu and Laura Westfall
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Tone: love in a dream
Walls apart, we later met
Playing cards, music cassettes
By the pillars of an old barret
We once wore, then as students
Tiptoeing out like we are ghost
Off the refectory late at night
As the rains flushed the droughts
Sided; we stood to measure heights.
I am taller… We both argued
Round my arms you chose to abide
Mumbling, we are crazily in love…
Amazingly seeming overprotective
In the dream holding, ourselves
Filled with roses for no one else.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Beside the beach
I remember
When we were young
We love to play
In days that were…
While our parents
Were paddling boats
To make ends meet
To get us clothes
We took out time
To build mud homes,
With foots and cones
Beside the beach.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Tone: Bittersweet Segments
I just met you
But I have your
Memoirs in my head
Running behind
The yellow sun
Laughing and playing
From nostalgic
Up till all these
Present adulthood days.
You came into
My lonely World
At critical point
And now I yearn
For all your past
With melancholy
Not witnessing
All the segments
Of bittersweet days.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Somonka: Tender crush
The puppies sky gaze
At the stars while it twinkles
All we had as kids
Was a shadow of the sun
Crawling out onto the ices.
Moon looms in your eyes
No one know you like I do
We walk down those streets
Talking about beauty and beast
Laughing out favorite lines
From a childish brain
And matured wires in our veins
Our hearts raced to taste
A drop of rain on our face
Jamming heads, we never kissed
In view of the rush
In fog we played hide and seek;
Then we fell on rocks
But the dew was all we trust,
Though no tears, we almost cried
Then we cheered ourselves;
Touch you last, we often scream
Until crop of cream
When it turned long time no see,
You were, sweetness of my tea.
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2017
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Prologue: Lost in Nostalgia
Title: Prologue- Lost in nostalgia
Author: Onyeche Vincent OnyekachukwuTheme: Fictional Lost Romance of childhood
I watched her grow
From toddler to teen,
Childhood of sweetness
Adulthood she glitters.
In the past, we flew
Kites in sites till ten,
Then we used to burst
Bubbles off our blisters.
See… I knew her when
Her big breasts were flat;
We played ten-ten alot,
We built houses with mud.
See… I knew her even
Before hips could twist;
Under the tree we slept,
Our bodies were never a rod.
Before the ripener was red
We jeered at each other
She was the fillet, I the bone;
On same part, old we grow.
Bodies in rain, we both stripped
Innocently, bathing together,
Until the kids in us were grown;
We were playmates in sun and snow.
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Prologue: From behind
I recall, years not far, not near,
From behind, I stopped and stare.
At a sweet sight then in nostalgic,
An African, simple like a frypan.
On sight, my boldness disappear,
She cat-walked for my eyes to dare.
Her waist caused a jam on traffic,
Her aura comes with a cooling fan.
She is a fantasy in my emotional race,
A rare, phenomenal flawless Angel.
A pretty black apple, sweet and tasty,
An attraction more forceful than gravity.
Her hairs shone sun on my dark face,
She’s an attractive goddess thick as gel.
From behind, I approached my curiosity,
For if she’s a sin: heaven would be empty.
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Prologue : Nostalgia
I once had a painting
Giga-shades of adoring;
In a familiar surrounding…
Scrawling and crawling,
It was an hallmark glory
Of my sweet untold story;
In the years, I owned a lorry…
She was devil cute, but holy.
My crayons couldn’t surpass,
Her beauty wasn’t in disguise;
In the bittersweet of my past…
She was an art, a lady of class.
Sweet pretty face, with lashes,
Dark hairs, black to thickness;
In absence, was homesickness…
All boys longed for her fineness.
She is a diva, none can harass,
Well configured as a classic lass;
Innocent child, a righteous pass
She was like a visible colorless gas.
An uncommon beauty in class
Her fineness breaths new life
In nostalgia, she had hot sparks
That unfroze my ice-cold heart.
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Prologue: Behind the glass
Photograph of Uchechi U.
The best thing
Is as fine as sin;
Behind the glass
Is a fantastic glance.
I wish to canvass
For her bee frass;
Behind the glass,
Ferried sugar bypass…
Without guns,
I made plans;
Behind the glass
I got a brass;
From the bullets
In daydreams
Behind the glass
Is a lady of class.
