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The case of tomorrow

Tomorrow is a lady
Gorgeous and attractive
To have her, I have to create a plan
Living life like, it is my last
For her, I rise at sunrise
And at sunset, need teaches a plan.

I have open doors, hoping
To know tomorrow better
But she shows me a purse of pauper
Empty, when I welcome her,
At times she is a stone throw
But in reality she is farther.

No one has ever touched her
She must be a sweet virgin
In my dreams her hot image is shown
At sunrise, she disappears
Yet, I heard she is pregnant;
Till the time when her fruits will be known.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Pregnancy line

When it rains, rainbows appear
When bumps come, something appears
It is a thick tiny dark mark
Vertically dividing the stomach

First it comes as a whitish line
And then begins to darken the line
How wonderful it is to say
A new life would be born someday

From linea alba to linea nigra
I kind of see a spiritual era
It was unnoticed some time ago
Until the bump began to grow

I was told; after birth it disappears
Could it be the path souls pass
Running from navel to pubic bone
Its function is still unknown

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Embezzlement in government

Happy fleas
in doghouses are happy
While they leap.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Man’s gift and joy

Children are gifts
and a joy to man
Growing in the womb
like plants in farm.

Stretching they kick
walls of mother’s sack
Their echoing heartbeats
pulls daddy back.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Resurrecting for love

Kill them all by any means
We were once archenemies
Till we saw the thick blue sky
Beyond clouds we thought were high

Holding hands, all the time
I am yours, and you are mine
That made them all so angry
Between us, they kept coming

As the sticks and stones stroke us,
The tears and blood shed, bound us
To the depths of affection;
That sweeten our emotions

All things I will do for you
I came from death, hearing you
No one, can put asunder
We belong, here together.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

African pillar

Some things ain’t for toys
Like an African beauty of joy.
Skin so smooth, not dark and not so fair
When she pass by, all man turn a hair.

Just like soft answers, turneth-
-Away wrath, she has this look that melts
All stones and ices in the hearts of men
Making sign language easy to learn.

Knowing her, troves are found
She walks as though, floor begs her to land
Her configuration is flawless
Her curves and her shape, perfects a dress.

When the day brings a hard nut
Picturing her giggling a lot
Inside my head, my troubles dissolves
And everyday I bless the lord.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Perfect combination

When the wind whirls, everything unfreezes
Easy like; a, b, c… one, two, three…
Underneath the tranquil sky so blue
The rain showers then two birds flew
From separate spaces finding shelter
Or a spot where droplets don’t bother.

Singing sweet songs that is far from grief
The melanin hid under green leaf
Like it was predestined, fine and raw,
They met by chance, and fell deep in love
It must be the wind; maybe the rain
That matched them up; some people will say.

Certainly, the wind made it fonder
While the raindrops, wiped off all blunders
Birthing a clean slate of obsession
Nurturing new sets of emotion
Great as the black beautiful look
Blessings they got on each other’s hook.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Karma’s debt

Back when I had no trace of pubic hairs
I was made to know that karma is fair
But right now it doesn’t seem to care
The evil man lives, the good fix burials
Is it the same outside these green barriers
Future just past and still owes us arrears.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dirty hustlers

The kitchen is filled up
With all manners of ketchups
Some are new and others old
Some light, others heavy load..

I find it difficult
To act like lawyers in court
Because we all are products
Of what society cooks.

Hard and smart, soft and swift
Streets sank feet; for ends to meet,
With deep cuts, they had no clue
Till system’s persuasion grew.

Fighting temptation was no cure
Embracing lifestyles far from pure
False figures brought sweet rejoice
Paying huge tithes in the church.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Move in on

To make ends meet, we hustle
Sweating trying to solve life’s puzzles
Wandering while the time flies;
We forget the apples in our eyes.
Money chase, chasing careers
Distance created, sends love in couriers
But today should not be same

Kiss me and call me sugary names
Rest your soft hairs on my chest
Listen and count the pulses that are left,
Old woods still burns, muse still wows
But steam me up, for another hour
Take love as wheels, be my mow
Hold on a while to spoil me right now.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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