Vincent Onyeche Poems

There is something about her zit
It has this modishness that let's me define it
For it's not seen in a mere pimple,
Quite small, oval, pinkish and so cute.
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Note we ought to...
Fall then crawl and stand up too
Take one heart and make it two
Don't get violent on the answers to who.
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There is a mark on the white ceiling
Crucifix shaped, dark brown and black, bleeding
Out, in form of a growing masquerade head,
Struggling to return against gravity's lead.
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Awful for worst, I gave the door a shove
Up in the sky I sighted a white dove
Flying from the eye of Ubulu kingdom
Okiti precisely, 'please don't be dumb'
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There's a path partly low and high
Tough and soft to an hustling guy,
In an area built not only for, or by the rich,
He's black and dark but for love shall bleach
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I know all ladies seek to find,
A man of iron steel who is fine
Clothed or naked, that's a killer
Crawling and running faster than a cheetah....
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​I grieve for a land granddaddy was a baby
I grieve for a country who voted in error...
I grieve for the poor alive and dead in Nigeria,
I grieve for the unborn who shall suffer for the failure of our leaders...
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On my way to the pot of golds,
I met the Devil's very images
Light skin, so cute, and never ages
Sky eyes, cat gaze of enticing breavages
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​​Hey, I'm fed up,
Knock knock, I'm fed up
.... Hey I said I'm fed up.
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​​The air is a room of doors,
No mortal can ever carve.
It has its own blocks and locks
The fence is what is never seen.
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