Welcome to my world of creative thinking. Where I write and publish daily poetry….
This is a blog, I personally tag as “talking to myself through poetry“.
Hence the title; vinzpoetry.wordpress.com.
Vinz’s poems are compositions written in verse or stanza decorating and painting its ink by the use of imagery, metaphor and significant meter.
Poetry has become a part of me, a passion and a desire. It is an element that gets me going on while I face the beauty and ugly times of life.
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You can forget me but don’t forget this very great quote of mine “for every foreign item is local in its home town hence originality is yours to pick!!” – Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.
Apart from the Ode compilations, all characters and events in these poems are fictitious and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. Any similarity is purely coincidental and unintended.
The poems written by The Author is a property of the author and Vinz Poetry, hence they should not be transferred, printed, dubbed or copied into any media without appropriate approval by the author.
Title: Back in my Younger Days
Back in my younger days..
In Ibusa, beside St. Augustine’s,
I will roll tires
In pants, half naked like ancients in the woods
I would play hopscotch and build mud houses
Drew on papers, cry till I choke or get mum’s attention
Afraid of the dark, frightened by strange tension
Bathed in the rain,
Innocent I was so please don’t mention.
I was full of watts,
I bet you I was an Eagle
I took pride in my ways, my home was my ego
‘Tech is coming’: who would believe if I had said so?
But hope it doesn’t seem like a very long time ago…
I fell in love with bright colors and smiling girls:
Electricity flowed through at skin contact
I was an elephant at same time small as an ant.
In such an innocent age…
Good times was what I was used to,
But now the air I inhale is lighter than it used to
No more flying urine and touching my toes while I stand
Is no longer as easy as it used to…
Current still flows, yet not through all lady’s hand
But only a few who makes me feel like child
For innocence vanished back in my younger days…
By Vincent Onyekachukwu Onyeche.
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- Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu