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Marriage: Her disturbances

I picked up a four leaf clover
And her love has taken over
To points of disturbances…
At times things I don’t fancy
Are what she chokes on me
Like anklets on a heavy heel
And beautiful icing on a cake
She mix trouble into sweet flakes
Whose true taste is in the eating
And rude polite awakening,

My wife, my world, the joy I chose
Tender and sweet like tiger toes
No hedge between keeps the home green
Her philosophy, no vent spleen.
The moon wanes while the roaster crows
Over my body she will roll
Waking me up against my wish
Stuck on me, my heart she fills
Her disturbances have a sauce
Apart from her, no better source.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

After kissing many frogs

We have had push and shoves
But we droll our heads off

Love they say; is easy
Became nuts; hard to crack

Beautiful, so they say
But is hard in the eyes.

From its ash, like Phoenix
Turns to be a rebound

Best advice, just be free
Burn the bridge; open doors

Some came in and turned foes
Whence soever the winds blows

To the core of our boldness
We have modified our shyness

And accepted our dirty rugs
After kissing many frogs.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My Loom

She is my sight; air and balloon…
This is pain; I can’t give up
She raised my head; corrects my ink.

Busy like bees; she is my loom
All but gain; as she knits me up
The thread of love, is our fabrics.

In fright or flight; I suck balloons..
She is my pleasure; no stitch up
We are bonded, like ankle and wrist.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My gold

Gold

If you were the rod
Straight, bent or round
Your shades will be gold.
Never you look down,
Walking down the road
None should make you fold.

You are the King’s crown
Better than silvers
And copper made bronze..
Don’t be misled
By social values
You worth more than those.

Silvers may reflect
The rays of sun light
But you are their fright.
A gold dust same as
Mega tonnes of diamonds
Sparking under light…

You are not an iron
So common in town,
Nor dark shades that rust.
You are not a wood
A bug food that rots;
You are made of gold.

Heavy, light or thick,
You are not a steel
Prone to fatigue.
You are the premium
Superior to all
Yellow shade to hold.

Focus man

If you are not a bloodline,
If you never saw me crawling
If you never met me braying,
Please don’t come commanding.

If you mould no brick or stone
If you do brace no sheath of steel
If my load on you is globe heavy
Please don’t complain or nag.

Are you Samuel’s Delilah
Bat, Pharaoh, Owl or Jezebel
To you, let my names ring no bell
Please don’t come destroying

Especially when seeds grow
If you never believed me though,
I owe no one an apology
When chasing dreams with energy…

Evolution of black homes

Thatched roofs, red muds
Journeying through loads
Off skiff sniff of air,

Black husband met wife
Drank palmwines, swore oats
And made love in huts.

Their darts on the cliff
Had a bond and grip…
More of an eclipse,

Beyond wealth and fames
Beyond grains and games
Like a seed to rain.

Now roses are withered
Now hearts have hatred..
With rings blinking red.

The home that was stiff
Now dethrones Chiefs
As love falls asleep.

The huts disappear
Along with bare trees
As a black man’s home

Have many torn foams;
With these black ladies
Plotting to break bricks.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
©2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Unveiling her (16th Sunday)

Do you remember the African lady
I once said her beauty never dies?

She brings me comfort, by the bay
She is my sweet sanctuary lane;

I love her not for her gorgeousness
But because of who she is…

She is the cathedral of my soul
Compelling me to eternal flame;

She is my sugar, she is my fame,
She is my pleasure, she is my pain;

She is my lightening, she is my bulb
She is my pride in this affection job

She is my friend, sister, mother and twin,
Unveiling her, for she is my thick and thin

Evil and her can’t dwell in a sentence
She is my key and she is my lock

She is my celibacy changing status
She is my wife from April the 16th sunday.

Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
(C) April, 2017.

Dedicated to my sister (Onyeche J. Ify) who weds next Sunday (April 16th, 2017).

Cecilia – Chasing Shadows

  • VERSE I

Good luck chasing shadows
Good luck chasing the wind

I need a lady not a daughter
A friend and not acquittance

Heart’s playmaker, not a fighter
But one with bonds and chemistry.

  • VERSE II

I need a soulmate not any Cecilia,
Cherishing random flings on fense;

Irrespective of the beast and beauty
I need a home builder not a bulldozer

A good girl is a broken heart repairer
But in a crazy world, who will be a lover

  • VERSE III

When all appealing the heart these days
Are either seriously occupied,

Happily married, or confused,
Chasing the wind that must have a trace

Of height, thick or thin with pretty face
And white black shadow complexion race.

I hate to love you

…… I hate to love!!!
… My eyes, nose and both lips too
Involuntarily ligates by affection of you.

…… I so hate to love
… My brain identity and heart catch a flu
Increasing in activity each time I think of you.

…… I so much hate to love
… Maybe because you are emotionally wicked too
Intentionally not willing to know I really love you… 

Tales Of A Wife: She Can’t Wait

she can't wait

she can’t wait

She is an accident of nature
Totally beautiful from head to toes
She once stood next to him
Things are certainly not as before
She can’t wait because he is not Bill Gate

This girls voice is still an organ in his soul
She knew his voice, the smell of his soul
That; that shines, no longer brightens their souls
She looks into the future with eyes of fear
The man she sees got Wills she thinks are mere wishes.

She just can’t wait
To join him complete his paintings
She doesn’t want
To be an old beautiful lady
Sitting next to him in a work of art.

Though all wives are married
Surely, not all married are wives
Tears on her eyes
She still looks into the future with eyes of fears
The truth she sighs, she just can’t wait.

written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2012
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