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Many dive to dime
Many farm in waves
Many wives escape
Many changing logs.

Many sheep with horns
Many sleep with dogs
Many ships in locks
Many changing logs.

Many giants in bugs
Many siblings love
Many dads thrust child
Many changing logs.

Many secrets leak
Many mothers lick
Many evil acts
Many changing logs.

Many preg in-laws
Many broken laws
Many perverse loss..
Many changing logs.


Funny, each time I see neem
I feel like blood gaining Haem.

Worthy like dimes costly balm;
Like shark in floods writing poems.

They are poisons full to brim;
Leave’s free, rare cord making brain.

So fine they seem evergreen
Their trees in cloud gathers rain.

Greedy world

Sourced from artfido on instagram

Tell me, of what logic
Is there in loving poverty
Or being a greedy bastard
Replacing rice with sand
Selling dust as custard.

Tell me, of what logic
Is there in abnormalities
Rodents chasing the cats
Or direction with no sight
By a wingless deaf bat.

Tell me, of what logic
Is there in gathering wealth
Deceptive with pleasant scent
When the medics of health
Fall sick; loose a breath.

Tell me, of what logic
Building bricks on waging floor
Flaring gas and closing door
Pouring dust onto a flour
Yet we are made of blood.

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By Vincent Onyekachukwu Onyeche

Photograph Sourced from artfido on instagram

Stained Green

We have all interpreted
Nigeria’s swindling economy,
By paralysed leadership

And its failed policies
What we haven’t really done
Is to wash the dirty flag…!

Lament in church

Title: Lament in church

By Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

On a serious note;
There is God
There is a creator
But; why do we believe;
Heaven is up towards the sky?

On a serious note;
The once the creator
Find unworthy
Shall be cast away
But, why do we believe

That hell is underneath?
That the Devil is grey,
Red or black in cloth;
Found in snakes, owls
And a bringer of death?

Why do we believe
The LIGHT is of white robe
How can you convince Vinz
Yet tell Vinz to study books
But great minds and holy Bible?

Who made the forbidden tree
And what was the future plan
Why do we affiliate bad times
Accidents and coincidence
To the wicked act of the devil

Has the devil been misjudged?
Do we forget that this world
Is wonderfully made and
Not yet a perfect world
We are here as an enzyme

Catalyzing its creation
Catalyzing its destruction
Why make wrong decision
To scattered it all
Just to survive more hours…

We are passersby
Soon we all shall say bye;
Who comes into these world
Last for ages without tasting
The sweet and sour.

I am true to my religion
But we in the temple
Gets me into skepticism…
We scream Amen Amen
To prayers against sickness,

Witch hunts, prosperity
And we give a French kiss
To the love of sin
To achieving health,
Fighting competitors,

Pull them down syndrome
Bagging wealth.
I am not a pastor,
I am not a preacher
I am but a sinner

Please soul sister and brother
When I say amen
In a low voice
Or adamant to make some noise
Forgive me because I am not you.

  • Vincent Onyekachukwu Onyeche

Kissing frogs

I still search, for sparks and plugs
Running from, the tramps and prog
Sailing towards a fleet of slug;

But the sea, wants golds to snug
Spring to spring; in a farm of trug
Even the sprug; still gets it wrong.

That is why; my chest needs hug
But, their bodies turn me to mug
Inside which; is a holy pug.

Holy temple, turn to thug
Lost in sin, it makes me a tug
Now I am; heavy pack of lug,

I still search all through the fug
Broken and healed by the shrug
Till I am fit, like butchers dog,

Not for bones; but rose, I dug
On my tongue, yet they came as glug
Sweet and sour, with so many chugs.

I hid heart inside a vug
Preventing it from light and songs
Bees in skirts, and dampen logs

Wait a while to make it long
Maybe to kill these growing bugs
Perhaps pluck almogs with jug.

Or to end these cold and fogs
What I search for; is just a drug
Sweet mistake in kissing frogs.

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My mother knew

Verse I

I am a child
My mother held
My siblings hand

She did not sleep
When we were sick
She snake her lips

Till we were heal
On her soft ribs
Our heads we rest

She gave safe sighs
Guiding the trips
Of our eclipse.

Verse II

The homes we went
She bats an eye
We dare not eat,

From plates or flakes
Nor cakes they baked
Her gaze pushed brakes…

It had these stop
Hey, close your trap
Or open the wrap…

Hot ice disrupt
My mind corrupt
At staring shop.

Verse III

In silent nopessssss
My blathered hopes
Made the hills slope

To places of yes
Until or else
She tasted the sauce.

The frown I drew
The tricks I threw
To all my clues

For tasty stew
My mother knew
The old and new.

24 August 1953 (Happy birthday to my dad)

Lawrence Egun Onyeche

A breathe, on me you blew
And gave my pay a dew…
So rare, so not a few;

Blood, yet a friend,
Bond that never bends;
Type that never breaks.

My frame and my elbow
My thick wire and cable
Placed food on my table…

Sixty four more than a number
It marks an unending ladder
You are, truly a born leader

God grant your wishes today
Fail to plan, plan to fail
That’s what you often say,

I am the candle, you gave a flame
You hit the hammer on my nail
There is legacy in your name…

Today; you were a droplet,
Now you are an ocean outlet
Everyone envy your jet…

In sun, you never melt
In ice, you are so warmth
A father, heaven sent

My pride, hands on my chest!
Your voice has an impact
It is forever felt.

Hip, hip… Hurray!!! Happy birthday,
In health, long life to you; daddy
Happy birthday, to you daddy.

Peace is within

Peace is within, not on hills
Peace is a bird floating free
Peace is the stars up in the sky;
Peace is an inner flame of man
But often misunderstood
For weakness in the hood.

Peace is the secret to eternity
Peace binds a community
Peace is the emptiness in hollow
Peace makes pride swallowed
It is a light quenching shadows
It is a fun filled life not borrowed.

Peace comes from within,
Peace is happiness and freedom
Peace is like charity,
Peace begins from homes
Flowing in streets and Oceans
Its makes a fish age not.

Peace is a seed that grows
Peace is a bouquet of rose
Peace is a language of God
Peace is that the world needs
Not disputes, wars nor walls
Rise up to the clarion call.

Peace is within, not on hills
Peace is a bird floating free
Peace is the stars up in the sky;
Peace is an inner flame of man
The world dies of thirst in a lake
Because She lacks peace.

Date: (5-08-2017)

© 2017

By Vincent Onyekachukwu Onyeche

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