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Value of time

I have always wondered
Why dry barks are harder

And rapport regenerates
Not until I had a skate…

And lost it on the road
Only to find it years later

Then I comprehened words
And understood facts that,

Old flames shines brighter
Because of the values of time.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Itself

Are you tired of many trials
Do not jettison efforts
Irrespective of the size

If failure is termed itself
Success is like a phoenix
It is birthed from itself.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

No Roses

I know your worth
It is a gold
Royal and just
So majestic


Your fragile heart
Do not deserve
Anything not
Brand new and real.


So I mould me
From ashes and clays
Using bloods from past
Heartbroken life…


Yes I love you
But I can not
Come up with roses
Saying I do.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mine all through

If I were you,
I will hold on,
To all I have,

You are my new
Fresh morning dew
If I were you,

I would know that,
The old firewood,
Burns brighter too,

These your friends,
Are just envious,
Do not listen,

They are critics,
I will hold you,
As mine all through.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The community

It is eternity
That binds a community
Not just you and I
That grace its sands
But the love we drop as dust.

Love is full not void
I call emptiness
A large hollow pride
Lets swallow it
And then hold hands.

Sheild your swords
Disengage your bombs
Life is our common fight
We will vanquish
If we save a life.

Not quenching lights
With shadows bright;
Life is a community
We should be its fun
Not just a borrowed life.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Stars upsidedown


Between the hills
And floating trees


Up in the sky;
We find the stars.


All inner flames
Of every man


Misunderstood
As bad firewood


Shinning out bright
With every light


Whose rays are made
Relentlessly.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Paradise Love

There is this safe harbor
Shy of intelligent falling
To be filled with her perfumes
And the charm of her smile

So I shall keep her safe in me,
Not because she says I am smart;
But because she completes me
In this paradise of safe haven.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ebonite


Heart is a rubber, love is a fire
Oh what a name, we call a flame
Filled of sulfur, but iced as fur.


Set me ablaze for my bad gaze
Love is a spot, a melting pot
For all genres to harmonize


But in that pot I have been burnt
Turned into ash by harsh, rough patch
Hoping to find love that is blind…


But got a wink and a long kick
In the blue Ocean of passion
Where it all cease along the breeze


Burnt by another bolt of a thunder
As the rubber melts in the fire
It seemed to be an unending thing


Until she came in, sweet and clean
Gently unwound, the love I found
From ebonite; rubber I made.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Poem’s Poetry Poet


In the belly of an art
Mixing great stuffs in sounds or sight


Poems are but a pool of blood
That flows from umbilical cord.


In labour room with midwives
Pushing out an entire new life


Poetry is a mother’s vein
A melting pot with so much brain


Shedding for the lo and hi
Whispering please stop, with a sigh


While the Poet is a mother,
Carrying all; relentlessly.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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