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Tone: Love and shine

Amazing how the stars are aligning
Night and daytime; in the sky above.
No hate, no envy, they are just shining
Awe… please tutor me how to love.

Admit me in the galaxy’s love creche
Starting from bottom, even a play-class;
So I can learn asterisks from the scratch
Awesomely; all it takes, to love and shine.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Having this kiss

Public display, has its nay says
Pictures portray, food on a tray
People will lie, about their lives;
After all, in a silent night,
Different sounds, whispers loud.

So I had to, dig through my holes
To see my cards, and scores I had
Holding a graph of my life biff
Awesome I saw; heart, health and wealth
Climbing to the top, across gradient.

Nothing as sweet as aligned dots
In clear vision, where religion,
Career, coupled with a mission
Aligns with love on a straight line;
I am lucky to have this kiss.

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

Tiger’s tail

Yellow black stripes all over me
Largest amongst my family
My teeth shines, sometimes bright
Sometimes dark, sometimes light
Sometimes beside a short eclipse
Shuddering, red fluid wets my lips
From the likes of buffaloes and deer
Who summoned me up to their dare.

Lions, Jaguars, Leopards you see
Are not me and are different from me
I am neither the domestic dogs
Chucking it down with kitty cats.
Pick up the hammer, I have a nail
If you grab me firmly by my tail
And I don’t bite you in such an anger,
Then you have to call me a loyal tiger.

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

Ebelechukwu

Ebelechukwu sang and rang my bell
So I smiled and told the girl,
“If I ever write you a poem,
You’ll be nothing but a fallen gem”
But she dared my magic pen
So I write, her in lines of poem.

Encouraging the sunrise from the east
Confident in the ways she speaks.
Thick and chubby is how she looks
But a fish demanded by every hook.
A lioness with ten flawless claws
Rotating like snakes but never crawls.

Fearlessly the bull’s horn she grabs,
Queen of drama; well, she is not a drab.
Strangely her royal looks could cause
Pockets to leak, and breath to pause.
Less I forget, she has Einstein’s wit
And a gift to command a great wealth.

I met her through an awful means
Arguing movies, I guess she wins.
She is the master pieces on a wall
Hung so beautiful along the hall
Not only is her beauty a state of art
But, the bricks in her lover’s heart.

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

A letter to my body at thirty-one

Thirty one shades of dark
Thirty one cloaks of light
Thirty one routes together
Thirty one paths we trek.

Thirty one ladders we climb
Thirty one roofs we reach
Thirty one with no regret
Thirty one years since birth

Thirty one Yin and Yang
Thirty one factors of tears
Thirty one responsibleness
Thirty one fear of loosing us.

Thirty one just three decades
Thirty one years naked in you
Thirty one series of coming grey
Thirty one came in just so fast…

Thirty one now I see marks
Thirty one lines are drawn
Thirty one but why do skin age
Thirty one questions I do ask.

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

Good and bad tales of the wind

Air we fancy has its bad tales
Volatile gases, on a large scale.

Breeze in motion, are also rude
In direction and magnitude.

Remember too, it is not just
An evil tool, of storm and dust.

Strength of gales, can cause good effects
It also disperse seeds of plants

Sometimes it bleeds, hurricane slits
But sailors needs, the storm to sail.

All fishes may have gills but not scales,
Air we fancy has its good tales.

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

A letter to every girl

Are you shy as the bongo
Because you’re not a fine fox
And flatness are of the mango
Hanging front of your hairy chest.

Like a wheel, others revolve
Hence you go for implantation,
Adding garlics to your clove
In both physical and imagination.

Flat tummy, your profound urge
Others pass, you go hissing
Why are you red and easily purge
Over apples that are not spinning.

Endowment in a true sense;
Is a little more on the left
That causes a little less
Of mass and weight on the right.

All you think is to impress,
When every woman is not a wife
Hope you know, it’s not by dress
But impartation you make in life.

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

I sense you are hurt

Exhaling air like Saturn wind
High and dry, but tears flood inside
I can sense the high pressure
It is obvious you are greatly hurt.

Seems the irons are corroding
And it is losing a lot of pounds
What is it that eats you deep
With your feet you can barely stand.

On earth, but you are in Neptune
Excess windstorm into your lungs.
Tomorrow you lost in flood of tears
And trust issues keep on evolving…

I know am a stranger but can I help ?
At some point you might have to
Upgrade me from an acquittance
Into a confider and a close friend.

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

Peck of destruction

In a process called ovulation
An egg begins with yolk formation
Mass of cells, vying for possession.

Then it rolls on for fertilization;
Whether or not there is such an action,
The egg rolls on with a passion.

Shells are formed for protection
Should embryo grow in incubation
Chick will hatch from peck of destruction.

But there is this contradictions
Of nature, culture and tradition
Arising through globalization

Spreading from internet connection,
Everyone rise with fun like vacations;
Abandoning baby-step rules and mission.

These days people, condemn bus stations
They roll in fast lanes of expectations
With a notion, success isn’t by preparation.

Everything is off, dance steps in seizures
Seems like abnormality is a leisure,
Broken are eggs, without yolk formation.

Road to stardom, no longer incubation
Even without due fertilization
Eggs now get, chick’s pecks of destruction.

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

Shoes of mentorship

I have stretched, I have padded shoes I wear
I have lived, in shadows and vestige..

Hey mentor! holes in your orifice
Is magnanimous and bombastic,

Pickle of breathe and kettle of fish
Is not how I have planned to survive.

All your reach in office seems so high,
I can not seem to do half you did.

Look at me, look at you, look at trends
And the ease you apply climbing heights

When am I gonna reach the mountains?
My shoe size is way smaller than yours.

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