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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
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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
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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
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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
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Effortless
Mixing and allocating concrete
White and dusty painted
A sole founder of many buildings
But of all have none
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
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
Sun showers allays the cold
Under the snowflakes, he hustles
No pain is profitless
His joy is a secret
His grief and fear too
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
The only lover he chose
Hustling while he waits
Served him an empty plate.
(C) 2010
The True Poesy
written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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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
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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
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By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
