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Tone: Giggling Gifts

Love is a snake they said
Wicked it is in one word
So be careful when it hisses
Not all are meant for kisses.

I don’t know your story
But mine in a hurry
Can never be forgotten,
When it worth a great fortune.

I have ascended a throne
Beyond all I was told
About venom of the viper,
And the mischief it whispers.

I don’t know your story
But mine in a hurry
Can never be forgotten
With this gift of great fortune.

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

Tone: Drone of anticipation

Red shades on the gown she wore
Ushered affection through the door
That we sat nearby like five and six
Driving round town in such a bliss

The rain noticed temperature rose
That it fell slowly to water the Rose
The day was fast in all we did
Alighting with bye, faces we hid…

As we strolled into different homes
“Grin grin…” telephones rang loud
Making love calls that blew the mind
Gifting our hearts all it seek to find

Over phone we talked of tomorrow
Hence I had to wait for it to roll
Before I can grab the bull by its horn
So I slept deep as the moon waxed on

Sweet I dreamt about honey and beehive
Only to wake up at eleven forty five
Thinking the cock had crowed for dawn
But my heart was on anticipation drone.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Dumb Song

Rigid is the tongue
I inherited
From my grandfather;
I wish I could sing,
To explain further

No more stamping feet
No more grabbing jean
While I spill the beans
Till the whole wide world
Knows secrets we share

Though in speechless sound
Your felicitous arm
Keep me warmth inside
I still wish I could
Sing you melodies

As the piano chimes
The sounds in my head
Are but sweet playlist
Singing like a bird
Saying I love you.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: The best way I start my day

Every morning, when I wake
And you are not by my side…

Melting in cold, I pick up the phone
Dialing the digits of your contact;

Hoping to hear your beautiful voice,
At the background; the tone beeps,

But my screen shows your charming face
Smiling so bright just like the sun…

Perusing at your photograph
Is the best way I start my day.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tragedy of the scheduled mail

When I was teen
I fell in love
With a lady
Named Juan Emily…

She was so cute
Finest at night
And beautiful
Under sunlight

Talks in steven
And her color
She never bleached

Out of my shell;
In wishing well
I tossed a coin
She was my wish…

The problem was
She was so high
And she turned down
Hello and hi…

I tried my best
But never could
Come chest to chest
With queen of hearts

I searched for ways
To communicate
But her numbers
Had lost digits

After many
Hard fail attempts
I found her mail
And we conversed

Sweet, she then said…
She hates the guys
Who says they love-
-Her; to be theirs

And when it comes-
-Out; in any form
She smiles and run
Faster than light…

We turned friends
That never met
She had big dreams
We could relate…

Years turned to jets
And I noticed
She withdrew from
Social media…

The clock ticked fast
Ten years gone by
At the Patio
Where I recline

Taking a sip
Of lemonade
The mail box beeps
I took a peep

Hope you get this
I scheduled
Ten years ago
All just for you

To realize that
Nothing beats love
True, cruel as ore
From a furnace

Of lovers heart
Your beet and wine
I always wished
Could turn to mine

Hope this message
Hit the passage
Of your sweet heart
At the right time

I still wait you
Along the road
You never rode
Don’t be late

Yours faithfully
Juan Emily”

With a red heart
The mail concluded;

I then went blank
My heart beat fast
As I ran out
To fetch for her

But to find out
She had just ghost
A day before
The scheduled mail.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Our Descendance

I can tell of a teen
As was upon a time
A time ago
Long ago
It has always been enticing
Yet slapping as lime.

Love in a multi-task option
Love rolls in give and take
But there will always be
The Lovelorn and sweet sixteen
The eleventh man and affection
’tis in our descendants

Handling situations
Of the past in present
Seen it all but not the future
Cause something anew
Comes every seconds
But in him her fears are less

She sees their hands in hands
Such things and smiling faces,
Caps and scarf turns black to white
Two to three, eventually flat wheels
Funny how time flys
Their children cry.

…But we feel happy
Somatic beneath the Earth
Side by side in ghost
Overcoming our demons we stay aside
Watching the great lineage
We created… Our descendant!

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(c) Nov 3rd 2011
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I’m so O
Empty within
Empty deep hole

I’ve got an empty eye socket
I’m made of no ligaments and joints
Heart by the right
No blood but Organic solvent
And ink
What more can I think
When clammy smells great
Or is my empty mind sick?

Mindless, somatic claded love
A delirious Love
That scares even a dove
A delirious love of a teen rain
Decending on a naked me
Who lies on his empty winter bed.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(c) 2011

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