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Lies, Axes and Ropes
Broken crown, heartless clown
I heard the news in town
That in her, you have found
Another head to ride.
Please make exception
For this one I mention
Who deserves joys not tears
I have known her for years.
Look at the way she smiles
Amused by dead dry jokes.
All she sees is a ring
But axe is all you bring.
Your deceit pulls and press
Till she becomes helpless
Since you must break her heart
Make it lightning fast.
Between the Devil and
The deep blue sea, just find
The best way to let her go,
Best if she doesn’t know..
For it will be red inks
And very traumatic
To a point she will die
If she finds all your lies.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Somonka: Ex lovers
Under moon are two rovers
With scars swollen as goiters
And jars of roses withered
Wandering by the river
Where they had lost each other…
Posterity remembers
They connected like Rivers
Flowing sweetly together
Through promises of forever
They once made in the alter.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Building Animosity
Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.
Red traces of annoyance shows
A rusty face, better hush
Or get puffed..
Temper boils in great degrees.
Acrimony…? – I agree
As it stands.
This hatred has staged a rage
Waging violence burning deep
From within…
And my legs are rocking
Vibrating to destruction
As it stands.
While it burns; resentment
And annoyance are doubling up
My temper.
Now am prone; to ill acts
Words are flying more than the birds
As it stands.
How could you dare to taste
A passion of indignation
I call beef.
Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lock in syndrome
Not dead not alive
Yet brain did not allow
The body parts
To carry out
Their function.
Diseases can be
As cold as an ice
To an extent that;
Great and mighty
Falls and humbles….
I got to know a Bee
Busy beautiful butterflies;
Who was an Einstein
Writing letters while blinking
His cold craving eyes.
Breathing is a shame
When death is dare
Coming as blunder
Terminal disorder
To all organs in sum
“What is your name
Demons in there”
I asked in wonder
Only to discover
He had ‘lock-in-syndrome’.
Not dead not alive
Yet brain did not allow
The body parts
To carry out
Their function.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Unsatisfactory heart
A drop of affection
Elevated anticipation,
An increased dose
Of love substance
Created resistance
To love and emotions.
And now it seems
I can’t be cured
Of pains and frauds.
Many attempts
Made me leak
Hearts in blinks.
At times I pity
Those who say
They can stay
Because I am dead
Deep inside
My heart and head.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Narcissism
I began to see frost in flames
From frames and portraits of fame..
And the earth began to quake
Opening mouth to have a cake..
Voices scream; oh what an end… !
From the sky feathers shred
Heavens seems to open mouth
All I laboured for then fell out.
Collapsing with the dreams I had,
Then I realized I was bad
Living comfortable in vanity
And narcissm of reality..
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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A night in Atlanta Georgia
Apologizes
Bold letter inks
When pink slips comes
In phases of life
Be calm, and think
Remember that
Most times when the
Yellow Sun hides
The Moon roll out;
To fight the dark
And if no moon
The dark will spread
Stick, for some time
And still fade out
When a door close
Another will open
Long as it may;
And forever…
It can’t stay
Under the sky
Why worry when
It one day ends;
For every curve,
There is an edge
Georgia a dream
Only in sleep
Not in pink slips
And all of this.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
The poem was written the day I got a mail from Emory Lane, Graduate school.
I had applied for a PhD scholarship at Emory University, Atlanta Georgia. But didn’t get it.
So a night in Atlanta Georgia became a dream that didn’t come through.
Hence I wrote this self motivating poem to myself reminding me that as one door closes another opens… A week after though not a scholarship I got an admission letter from the university of Benin in Nigeria.
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Goodnight Sassy
What is breath
In a time of tears?
Today came
But not tomorrow.
There was first
This feeling of rise
At the top
Of my nostrils…
Then followed
From guts a deep breath
Rising up
Beneath my chest
A cold rush
With a tide of tears,
Gushing out
From my both eyes.
So goodnight
To the hairy dog
Brown cutely
Pretty Sassy.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Things I Do For Love
- Things I do for love; no rush
Tempo slow; down with a brush
Neatly, I touch, groom and brush
Jerking in birthday-suit and such
Lousy or not; kisses stamp on her hair.
Things I do for love; kills my heir!
- Sweeping of feet, tossing, I roll
She on hand, she screams, ‘lemme down”
Hairs slices the air of the sounds we make
All of my riches and focuses dwells on her
In her town, even Samson fell down
Things I do for love takes a breath; not just a crown
- Only the dead is forever settled
Scattering hairs with fingers
Her hairs go fuzzy like Golliwog
Forming a course for tears, maybe; I guess
For love, yet creating love that plays emotions like a golf game
Things I do for love is more to a brush…
Written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(C). 2012
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