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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

Jail

Let me take you to jail
Away from lawyer’s bail
Until we fade and sail;
I pray we break a leg
I pray we hatch an egg.

Please stay with me in jail
Let us trail and derail
From the reddish cocktails;
I pray for heads not tails
Hitting hammers on nails.

Oh! Come with me to jail
Let us curb and curtail
Pleasures and worldly pains
It is not bad to fail
Oh! Come with me to jail.

© 2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Complicity

I change, I am not constant
Every day I change objects
Hoping not to be outdated.

If the night arise, I lit
A cloak of light to fight,
And quench the growing night.

When the cock decides to crow
With stars and moon I crawl
Into the otherside that brawl…

Creeping with reptiles of mine
My complicity shines,
Guilty of a creative mind.

Daniel and Abigail

Receiving mails
From plenty maids..
There goes Daniel
A snake on shell
In shades of hell
With lots to tell…

Of a young whorl
Abigail her name
He forced to bed
Bruise her to blend
With joy but pain
Many years ago.

She is a whorl
He made so lame
Like a used frame
Broken to shame
Sane and insane
To her are same.

Abused

At ten, her tail
Rotates a snail….
Hammer or nail?
They ask a girl
Called Abigail…

She’s rape today
Next day blackmail…
She opens the gate
To rape and fates
A style she hates.

Bruises she claims
From sane and insane
She hides with aim
Because blackmails
Stains, and her name

Who is to blame
Acquired flame
Or are gods lame
Watching her game
Bleeding in shame.

Could this be love

Could this be love, I crave all day,
Could this be love, to know your ways,
You are an egg and Roses on tray
If this is love, I need no pay…
But push harder for more time play.

Could this be love that makes me pray?
For you to look my eyes that sways
Could this be love, no words to say
But fantasies that misbehaves
To a point we lay by a grave.

Could this be love that turns me lame
Eachtime my wax burnout of flame
Seeing your face, hearing your name…
Could this be love, sugar with pain
Brain so crazy, simple and plain.

Title: Could this be love
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
© 2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Form: 8-8-8-8-8
Lines: 15 lines

Unemployed

Ack! There are bones
In our wardrope
Boo-hoo… We cry
For one two three
Lectures we crammed.

Aye! Stand and Ascend
The throne of head
Graduate; we try
Leap then to fly
But the school lied.

Eek! So surpised
Street hot, class iced…
In bed we tie
Joblessness lies
Future seems denied.

Hunh! Wallets throw
And joints we roll
Liquor we buy
We stay so high
Devil our mind.

Mwah! hugs no kiss
Snakes can’t hiss
Cats don’t die
Searching for pie
A spot to land.

Yum! We go home
With spits that foam
On mummy’s pie
And her hot fry
We eat in yard.

Yuck! kids nextdoor
Grow bad odour,
You, them and I
Who once said hi
Say bye, then hide.

Tick the time ticks
Hairs changing ink
Low key we stay
Red, day by day…
…Unemployed…

Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
© 2017, Vinzpoetry
Lines: 40 lines
Syllable: 4-4-4-4-4

Sonnet: Dare to be dull

I dare to be dull
Easier said than done
Far from turtle call
Gather pints then all;
Worry not to fall,
But not standing tall…
I dare to be dull.

What scares me the most
Is warm turning frost,
But like a windshield
I wipe worries shade,
To empty my mind…
For no man knows all,
I dare to be dull.

©2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Form: 5 syllabic poems
Lines : 14 (sonnet)

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

Roasted yam: Shrine of ghost

Title: Roasted Yam: Shrine of ghost
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Form: 2-4-6
Lines: 21 lines
Theme: Africa Charm
© 2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

For love,
They make him low
And look grey in pillows.

By smoke
They send down force,
As yam but a great curse.

Yam from
Babalawo
Shall drag all kindred home.

Focus
Whence you are home
Is lost, in shrine of ghost.

But why
Make him a fool
When the end is so awful.

Firewood
Smokes on the yam
Draging all kindred’s arm.

Leaving
Them alive but
Dead in the shrine of ghost.

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