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Fairweather friends

Happy like a dog with two tails
Jumping around bond bosom trail
For a friend I always bend the rule,

A million friends and a million brew
Not even one, when the storm grew
Could help or aid my breakthrough.

I’ve been bruised and shackled in pools
By drowning friends, I tried to pull
After all that, I stayed as a fool

I thought the door swings in two ways
During the thick, thin and wrinkles
A lot of my friends forgot my name.

Be careful of the friends you make
Some are mosquitoes by the lake
Hanging around to always take.

Many are nothing but a green snake
You can learn from my mistake
All stretched hands, are not for handshakes.

© 2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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.

©2018 http://www.vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Feelings of love

All around the clock thereof
There is this feeling so off
Like passion from above
Singing; good morning love,

Loud and clear to remind her
She is the gentle chauffeur
Driving in my blood stream
And the heat of my steam.

She holds the richest esteem
The definition of my rhythm
The drummer of my heartbeats
Happiness she never blights…

She is as strong as bamboo
Wise but often acts a fool
In situations of emotion pool
She often leaves with no clue…

Repeating till I see through
My words to find the blue
Color of real love is so true
And an unequivocal glue.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dear sweet future wife

Dear sweet future wife
I honestly need long life
Not with nags, or vocal knifes.

Your curves may be sharper
Your English, Queens première
But attitude should be a winner.

Nothing beats a smiling face
Nothing beats a smooching claw
Nothing beats a playful fight.

Our kiss that started casually,
And turned romantic slowly
Has to taste better till eternity.

Nothing so as romantic
As a sweet relationship
That stays anew every day.

Nothing so as romantic
As a home with cooperation
And love transcending down

From parents to their children
Radiating home on heavenly soil
Dear sweet future wife.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beautiful ugliness

I drive around the town everyday
When one giveup another will slay
They turn big hens and then they lay.

Some eggs roll over, from end to end
Like lakes some don’t flow nor bend
Some are heavy, some crack, some dead.

I drive around cities everyday
I see maggots hide inside clay
On a demise they choose to pray.

They play with flames under the sun
As man ages, new demons are born
In form of furs, feathers and guns.

I see two toads squat on a corn
Lurking at the tadpoles reborn
Some rejoice as others get torn.

Breathe is a sweet bitter entry;
The pretty and man-made beauties
Grow same horns with pains and pitty.

But when the rain finally drips
Powdered layers begins to rip
As the wind then blowoff the heaps.

I drive around the flood everyday
I see the doves and owls that says,
“We are unique in our own ways”.

Title: Beautiful ugliness
Form: 8-8-8 sylabllic
Lines: 24lines
Theme: life
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
© 2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Tales Of A Wife: Eleven (11)

I just wish I could dial
A number before I die
To resay words that weren’t white-lie
No lie we really were suit and tie.

Questions asked years ago; today ten
Just got solved; wish I had a clue then
To know the number next after ten
Is doubled, always together: I and Ann…

I just wish I could dial
A number before I die
To resay words that weren’t white-lie
The lips may not say; the heart never lie.

It was Friday night, a drink and Ann questions
What are your long and short term goals?
I wrapped it all off without her in situations
She smiled: guessed right, wrong answers.

I just wish I dialed
Anns’ number before love died
To rephrase words that made her smile depressed
Teamwork makes the dream work; I would have said.

I Still Smell You

  • Every stranger has your face
  • Everyone walks like you
  • Everyone talks like you
  • Everyone smells like you
  • Every fiber I see is you in a lace.



  • No iTunes yet your voice plays
  • A sweat playlist of all memories
  • Well shuffled in my head
  • Employed to repeating mode
  • Music takes me where words don’t.


  • Thought like season change
  • The music would end
  • I never knew steel is hard
  • I never knew building bridges
  • Is easy until I tired getting over it…


  • In every voice I hear
  • I tend to examine
  • Every eye behind the sunglass
  • Everyone smells like you
  • Yet: they not you.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2013 http://thethruepoesy.wordpress.com



  • A moment they see through
  • And at another,
  • It is opaque.
  • Two-timing,


  • Love is depraved
  • Frozen,
  • The hearts drummed hard as though it were a time-bomb.
  • Caught red-handed in action,


  • Immediately the arouse dampened.
  • Tears cover the white shining eyeballs
  • And ready to roll.
  • Crystal clear,


  • It formed a transparent ball flakes
  • That with the fear of loosing someone dear,
  • The eyelashes blinked
  • Making the tears to flush


  • Along the channels beside the nose.
  • Obeying gravity,
  • The droplets landed in the hot black tea,
  • It rocked the cup


  • and gently faded away.
  • Unfaithfulness …
  • The sound of a broken heart,
  • Under the pain of death


  • Fame by the flame;
  • It measure its height with the elms.
  • Shame of the same,
  • It either salaams or lure the elms to be gone with the wind.


  • So much to give, a shame to see two folks argue and cry
  • Making the word ‘you use to’
  • Be frequent.
  • A shame to say it’s over;


  • And babyish to cry a river
  • The love that was thought to be true
  • Got speared and broken.
  • No more laughter sounding like the sliding glasses


  • Nor as though it were from a laughing jackals’,
  • No more weaknesses,
  • No more sacrifices,
  • And no more care


  • Changing …
  • The storyline is tragic
  • Nothing is permanent
  • Loosen love,


  • treacherous affair.
  • Still,
  • The pleasant fragrances of Perfumes
  • Is etched in the mind.

By Onyeche Vincent onyeka

© 2009

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