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The virgin heartbreaker

She is a lady so beautiful
Endowed with lots and all.
Searching for love so true
At same time, scared to fall
In love with the wise and fools.


The complexity of her laden
Is the membrane between her legs
Never been touched nor dredged;
Although men feel sadden
When she sticks to “no” in bed.


She claims not to be ready
For even an aisle walk with any;
Hence today, to love, she agrees
And tomorrow, like a penny
Empty; she packs and leaves.


Ain’t no commitment but burns
Rotating hearts bitter she turns
Walking away from all doors
Taking her lovers for only chum
Because none has ever held her bum.

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

Running from tantrums

Can you loan me
A rest of mind
Place were tantrums
Are dumb and blind
So at night I could
Smile and rest my head
Sleeping calm and fine
Metabolizing all I dine.

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

Awkward hugs

Slowly I felt the upper body touch
While the lower part stayed far apart
Within me I nursed an expression
Of discomfort and disappointments
So don’t blame me for faking a smile
If you never stretched out your arms
Only to get a generous religious hug
Coming awkward in times unmatched
When you expected a warm embrace…

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

Tragedy of an innovative mind

Stitches widen, as the Sun intensified
Waning in stamina, waxing in greed
Tired of stagnancy reasons he switched
Defecting to wrong in the hands of law
Caught on first day of such indulgence
The colleagues he left for good called
Notifying him in jail of their breakthrough.

Don’t judge a criminal until you are driven
Or a man of valor and great potentials
Doing good things in wide ranges
Pouring out sweat on rock of ages
Expecting golds but getting nothing;
You will relate to his call for change
If you give it all but had zero reward.

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

Good poor, Bad rich

Wired as a calm gentleman
Kind in spirit, deep from soul
Right from the break of dawn
And till the sun decides to rest.

From the right, the moon waxes
I never change arm when it wans
Honesty being my watchword
From young as I grow old.

But there is this unease
Of bridging wires in my head
Sparking fires that questions my
“Wait-for-your-turn” pertain of growth…

Looking at how the current flows
Bringing sufferings and great odds
To the life of a gentle breath
On earth, good seems far from wealth.

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

Overhauling Cable

The wire ran around the fence
With an overhauling thoughts
To renovate the driven snow
Replacing it with things impure.

Vibrating; church rats are no more poor
Referring to life of being decent
Until judgment, no one is sure
Why not live life freely on earth.

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

Rich and sad

I don’t care to know
If you are rich as Croesus
Of what essence is wealth
If you are impoverished inside.

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

Word orgasms

Sweet orange blossom
Gets into my lungs
When I stumble on jams
Such a great moment
Gnawing to climax

Singing and replaying
Good old songs
Whence am bonded
Swiftly souls connect
Gaining new ground.

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

Nichole to Nicholas (9): First six years of toasting

At first it was all magic
A mix of love and attraction
Served in plates of emotion
With desires burnt rigorously.

The first three years came
But in a jiffy it disappeared
With sweet acts and kinds words
Of “I love you Dear Nichole”

Next three years came
With more depth of crush
Killing fast yet slowly
While he recited; “I want you”…

Sacrificing time, hers he fed;
Transfusing blood into her
Donating his lungs to her
But the light stayed red.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nichole to Nicholas (8): No no no

To all the wooing
And toasting
“Angel of my life,
My treasure

Love you to the moon
Can you too?”
For seven good years
‘No no no’

Was the same answer
Coming out
The mouth of Nicole
To Nicholas.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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