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Synecdoche: My Jaan

Over the surface of the globe
On the path to you my dear
Your love became a bowerbird
Internally designing a rose
My life became a morning dew
Ever since I encountered you.

Since then, I never fall sick
Although I might be feeling weak
But you are my strength,
My doll and precious friend
Far better than all
Synecdoche I ever said.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sacred Fantasies

Flirting seahorse quits when they see us
This our love is so calm and peaceful
Like we are white doves flying in the sky
Always together like the pack of wolves.

Our love swings alongside the cool breeze
Giving the flamingo music as they dance
The moonlight and stars both get amazed
By the way we communicate and even hug.

If we were animals we will be the Bonobos
Cuddling each other till the break of dawn
But we are two lovers afraid of a crack
So we only dream of things in our heads.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

How can we be one

Blood pool in the east
Explosions down south
Hausa kill Igbo’s
Herdsmen kill farmers.

There are columns
That turns me off
Each time I am
Filling a form

I so dislike
The religions options
It makes me wonder
Whose God is right…

I so dislike
Columns of origin
And emphasis on
Local government…

Though we have
To identify
Our identity
And our zones

But that is what
The politicians use
To rip us apart
How can we be one?

When we have planted
A mustard seed
For the differences
In religion and tribe.

If you have the power
To correct our wrongs
Please listen to this lament
And cry for a united world.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My country and land

Are you looking for my homeland
And the magnanimous
Wonders you heard she has?

In a sad brief, tribalism
Has garnished and encroached
Into my native land

Every time I stand on a cliff
I see shadows and shades
From a foreigner’s hand

Though my land remains my country
My country has refused
To harbour my homeland.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lost Goodluck

Fortune has now become a fantasy,
Ever since pain and tears flooded in…

Our hankies soaked, we lost Goodluck
And everything changed just as promised

Hence, compatriot… break a leg as you beg
For your freedom from your phantom…

As for me, I am fed up with all these
Old berries and rotten fruits on trees.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hell of a place…

This was once the floor I laid
Whom I craved and so adored…

One I was hundred percent sure
Until it mixed my baking flour

With beautiful ashes and dust
Covering gun powder and rust.

Hence, I am a running fly
Running from sorrows and lies

Pouring down like southern rain
Served as cakes, to wash my brain

On and by the floor, where I lie
Is a place I never wish to die.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mr. Democracy

Bled by the overseas I am Mr. Democracy
In green is where I was born so fair
Changing the windows to allow fresh air
Then it was all there, a time to love so dear

Love days I see and hear are all of a devilish dare,
Even the wind comes with pains hard to bear
And if the truth be said, it is but all dark in here,
Sad and black is all I wear with a nasty flare

Situations in here have finally made me a pair
Of ashes and cheers flying over broken chairs
People may scream democracy is here
But even me do not see me clear…

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sharing depression

Dead are the days
Of the secret diaries
Like the hoots to owls
Twitter is to the bird
None of these make sense..

But we all keep sharing
To the rabbit holes
We call the internet
The beautiful side
Of our mortal life

Hiding the webbed legs
Of a floating duck
All always seems well
Blowing big kisses
On pictures and videos

Creating bundle of hoaxes
Tagging and hiding
Our broken teeth;
And deep inside us
We are a heap of pain…

Yet we share information
Just to feed the brains
Of others watching
Making them feel
Our lives are better…

Then in turn, they repeat
The trend of gesture
Taking sweet pictures
Of sunlight, hiding heat
And passing depression.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A dream of many things

I overheard you saying;
Love is a nightmare
Filled with unrealistic men

And none can give
Your tender plug
Any form of spark

Nor calm your trouble nerves
Hence you never sleep
And you never wake.

Yes, love is a dream
Filled with many things
But a type you will wish

Never to ever wake
If it serves you a cake
Beside a soft pillow

Around the arms of a knight
Dressed in a shinning armor
Underneath the mistletoe.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Our spirits called Africa

We are more than thick short hairs
We are proudly Africans…
Ashamed, not of our colour
For it is our greatest honor.

Connected by the root of trees
Covalently united by our spirits
We are bonds that never dissolve
While aiming at an indefinite limit.

Demonstrating with lots of love
Dancing to the rhythm in our sound
Our spirit would definitely be lost,
If we weren’t an African child.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
-Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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