Vincent Onyeche Poems

There's this thing that takes time to turn
The background radiation is radioactive in the air.

This thing is an entity in the soul dirt
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October child is born for woe
With the strength to dig a hoe
And ideas never called a doe
Creativity profound like its afternoon
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The cocks crowed in quarrel tones
More and more, alarm clock failed the most
Same would have been the outcome and results
Of thousand elephants on my head.
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Yesterday I read a heave sigh
From two beautiful candy friends
One’s voice deep and romantic
The other soft like elastic
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During the days
Days of Dads retirement
Celebration for a new pensioner
On and Off-line
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Continence of love crested over me
Deep down downstream
It flows through my vein
Love baron; I play its dirty game
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Her beauty is a rose with a pleasant scent
A paint and a gaze that could make one faint
Though genetic, she's generically perfect.
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I know of a girl
She is a sweet smiling child
She is one of a kind.
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Self-esteem is a merit
You earn it
If you are blind to haters.
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It's a dirty game... What is it?
From freedom to chains and tattoos
From speak up to shut up by guns
Then speak up democracy is born
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