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Baron and Feme

Even on the thinnest of ice
Front or back, the future is clear
With no lack, his heart she cheers
Ever since the day she became
The perfect love that he proclaims

Hoping they both walk down the aisle
To become baron and a feme
Bringing out a box of ring
He stays on his kneel, pleading
“Please marry me oh my darling?”

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

African Mentality

Please get the rice, get the sickle
Africans, we are all free people
Reading the same old page
Living in a white mans cage

On a tall tree, weaker and lighter
Reinventing the wheels for the later
A tree that has no solid stands
Dwindling to the whirling winds

Corruption comes as seasons come
And we forget roots where it is from
In a cage that is wide open to sight
Yet, Africans have refused to fly out.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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Tone: 48 hours

No matter the weather
We never buckle;
Rolling together
Like tyres on bicycle.

Everyday, for centuries
We communicate in blitz;
When we wake as we flip
And before we go to sleep.

I still do not know
How she lost her phone,
I have been a crumbling tower
For over forty eight hours.

I truly miss her so badly…
And not hearing from her
Has really been so ugly
Turning thick ice to fire,

Burning deep all anew
Thus bringing forth
Yearns with a lot to chew…
In a mix of love and fright.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A beautiful face ringing bell

I still can not remember
How exactly I got involved
For it is like a number
Calculators do not resolve

Clean as if she’s from heaven
Reasons I perused at an Angel
With dark hairs like a raven
And beautiful face ringing bell.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My best poem

My best poem
Shall be read
In the hole
Of the earth

To honour
My carcass’s
Tolerance
Here on earth…

In Shakespeare
Poetic words
Adieus bro
It shall say

None shall hear
Both myself
Eulogy
It shall say…

Final bed
I shall rest
With no dreams
Silent night.

Deep in dark
Fading out
Of the bright
Silent night.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Stagnant Lake


There is no need ruling
For plebs to peruse at glitters
And whales in a stagnant lake
While your stomachs turn pots.


There is no need painting
A rusted iron rooted in water
Whose salinity is at its peak
Corroding as a hell on earth.


There is no need hiding
Or shying away from matters
That could heal our weak links…
And end the present hardship felt.


There is no need saying
We are pretty, when it is filters
And powders that makes us sleek
Yet plebs dwell and live in regret.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The tar past

There is no such
Color called white
In the purity of hearts.

But if your past is dark as tar
Worry not; take yourself far,
From issues and times

Rest your head in peace
And let your spirit freely
Find settlement

For every today
There is a yesterday
In the past that past

Tomorrow is heavily
Pregnant and vast
Everybody has a past.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Human Killers

Every home has its pillars
When broken, all shall collapse
Yet death is not the true killer
In this world
Of increasing embezzling masses

Today you hear money missing
Later you hear whistleblowing
And the destruction of bonds
Resulting from
Mismanagements of funds.

To me, the universe suffers
Because of what greed offers
How can someone hide large sum
In his apartment,
When humans are dying in poverty.

My anger is not vested upon theft
But the lives lost directly or indirectly
Associated to poverty daily
When someone,
Has the controlling force to evade such.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The snowbound

Doubting brains choosing eyes
For fake documents filed
With beautiful lies on tables

I used to be gullible
Until I identified
The pebbles on the ice

So if you have not died
Being stupidly nice
To the bursting bubbles

I suggest you rise
Above the snowbound
Before it becomes horrible.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The sundown prostitutes

When a door closes another opens
Well… not on these burnt frames of mine
The burning dark fire places resistance
That breeds repulsions to all distance.

Tell me; have you loved in a whole tray
That all the love served were beams of light
Mimicking the Sunlight for the day,
Moon and twinkling stars at night…

So don’t blame me for being dark
Sellout, making love with hands out
When love I had suddenly turn lack
With perforation on my fickle heart.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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