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Morbid and Moribund

I trusted the horse’s heel and dog’s tooth
To me, it was love that conquers all
Well, I have loved and I have lost
It is better than not to love.

I learnt cats in gloves catches no mice
So to cupid, I gave my heart
Which in turn, changed into a world
Round in circles it rotates me…

My light purse made a heavy heart
But I found solace in my tears
Only for wounds to resurface
It is better than not to love.

Just when I was swept off my feet
There came poverty in the door
Then the love flew out the window
And so I am, all moribund.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dead before honor

I have got a mix of cold and fire,
So in need of a million naira,
To help fulfil innermost desires

Sadly I keep getting failed promises
My calls they all deliberately miss
Should I die now, there will be a bliss

Many would cry for me childishly
When am laid, they would smile sheepishly
Feasting and spending so lavishly.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Vanquished brutally

The riches of the world, makes me humble
Yet, a new week brings a new fumble;
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

Thought I had substance, till devil prized me
Sheepishly am rigid up to my kneels
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

In hot pan but the wax refuse to melt
Obviously most wax gained many regrets
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

The battle is lost in eyes of soldiers
Hence, I often look over my shoulders
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

Inside me rage builds ready to explode
Heavy heart, yet loads comes in like a flood
Sticking like a glue, blowing like a storm
It seems like, my village people won.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Go away! Get lost!

Hey…! enough of the on and off
No more switch, no more jagged knife
Take it far away from my life…
Including words that made me fall
Take the sweet cherries, take them all,
Enough of being just your sex doll.

Spreading my knees, chest you shove
Mounting on me your weight in clove
Mumbling aloud; I love… love… love
Grabbing my waist like pillows
Thrusting and banging my window
Ejaculating moaning; I love the limbo…

Not sooner comes the creamy milk
You remove your long joystick
Then zip up and away you walk
To return when you want another wreck
And after drilling into my body lake
You tell me; “babe, let’s take a break”.

Hey…! enough of the on and off
No more switch, no more jagged knife
Take it far away from my life…
Including words that made me fall
Take the sweet cherries, take them all,
Enough of being just your sex doll.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Effortless

  • The uptown and ghetto man
    Mixing and allocating concrete
    White and dusty painted
  • He digs and covers
    A sole founder of many buildings
    But of all have none
  • Plummet sweat falls like birds
    On pins and needles
    He stops and cleans his face
    On his dirty shirt
    All for the paper chase
    All for the good days
    All salty sweat his only taste
  • Digging and covering, sweat drops like rain
    He thinks on how to spend all his pay in the bay
    Lots of drinks,
    Cheap drinks, smoke and friends
    The only female he knows gave him a pole distance
    He stew about her never changing leg boot
    She is his hope, creed and faith
  • Rain drops on him
    Sun showers allays the cold
    Under the snowflakes, he hustles
    No pain is profitless
    His joy is a secret
    His grief and fear too
  • Distant hope, creed and faith
    The only lover he chose
    Deep her hands into his hard profit
    And buried it six feet
    Beneath the ground
    As he cleaned his hands on his dirty shirt
    Rinsing it better on his face
    Fate; another female he knows appeared
  • Fate is always a waste
    The only lover he chose
    Hustling while he waits
    Served him an empty plate.
  • (C) 2010
    The True Poesy

    written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

    Sorrowful Soul

    Sorrowful Soul

    Sorrows in my soul

    Light shines only when I slumber at night,

    Darkness darkens on my grassy lane on midday,

    Should my quaking mind remain unproved?

    Emotional shattered I kept rebounding

     

    Distress of no essence

    Honey sweetens and vinegar bitters

    Of which is not an expressional of my pain inside

    For grief and sorrow is too awful for words

    Emotionally crippled, I dwell in pain

     

     

    By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

    © 2009 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com


     

    Demise

    Demise

    Wish wishes were workable wager win

    In a slapdash fashion

    Casting all my eggs in any basket

    Bionic I’ll be avoiding any mortal casket

    Teaching her how to return the favor

    Injecting and prescribing like a doctor,

    Intentionally making her feel more than I do,

    She be the subject and I dictator

    Dragging her love-van like so do tractor

    If she call breakup, she’ll be the one to lose.

     

    Win over genie, I’ll grant every one of

    But no painful eraser

    For memories wouldn’t completely erase her

    Nor hide her odor in a frantic perfume.

    Brains be not an empty room

    Coitus to passion breakup no doom

    Changing mood and remodeling like crazy fashion

    It is so difficult breaking a bunch of broom

    Beautiful heartbreak wouldn’t be an ugly doom

    If breakup calls, wish I could call safari and hunt for another.

     

    By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

    © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

     

     

     

    By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

    © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

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