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Haunted by unsaid words

Days of crushing secretly
Were damn so sweet emotionally;
When you smiled, my eyes dazzled
Confused I was, like a puzzle.

Your enigma made me wany
But right now, I am haunted by many-
-sweet words I didn’t not say
Like how lovely you lit my day.

Please save me, I know it is late
I just can’t accept this our fate;
Life is short, and I messed up
Next life, I would let sweet words drop.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Stop the clock

Stop the clock, remove batteries
Set all restored to factory settings
Tomorrow is covered like a mane
Take me down but not through its lane
In where the insane dictates and bids

I have tremendous fears for our kids
Not the fears for invasive legions
Nor the popular decaying religions
But the unemployment growing to peak
Breaking jinks and noesis as we speak.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rebirth of disaster

There is a pox in dox, an inherited fact
Tape recording all our unmannered acts

Jotting down details in genes, our flaws
Jungle laws, and high online frauds

Greys guess that we deliberately call blues
Girding girls who spread legs and shoes

Taking narcotics from the Pandora’s box
Tack together to share it back before us

When we are parents please expect our kids
Wadding routes we took against the creed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The stratum debates.

Every new born, sound out,
“My own stratum, stands out”

What have you done that has
Never been done before?

Every new born sound out,
“My own stratum stands out”

Whereas they are all same
Actions performed anew.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The bravery of a rain

As vapor condensed in the atmosphere
So is the sphere of a man not treated fair!
Well, I have never seen a man bold as the rain
Although I hear, there are ways to hold the rain

Not in terms of clinch, grip, catch and fetch
But spirituality in ways that thoughts can’t mesh
Others says, it is the fume from salts and burnt leaf
Coupled with incantations to mystify beliefs

And that sometimes, it comes with thunder
Either from Nature or a fighting Rainmaker
All Rainmakers know, you can’t shove a natural force
And keep expecting it not to build on the parse.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Shredding pistils

On a mirage, I go gazing
It seems am evanescing
Into shadows of myself
Playing sad songs of faulty clef

I heard you mock my empty belly
Not all flowers bloom that early
Night and day, both can not be on
At same time, hence they take turns

Keep your polishes to yourself
I have accepted I am the shelf
Which termites have so devoured
An also-ran, am not favored

But in all gains, there is a pain
And when I fail now and again
Let’s just say, my success delays
Fruits shall come out from my decay.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Salvaging waterfalls

I have come to learn a whole lot
bubbling inside my favorite pot.
First, the steep descents of rivers
are breathtaking; yet, a disaster…
Same stream we dive into and swim
can swallow us even while we scream.

All of tides are connected to the moon
Gravity dines, with a bigger spoon.
Like everyone the water is scared too
Curiosity, some times takes us through
While other times, it worsen things
Freedom to a river is a pipe dream.

Floating so fine like shuck oysters
Flowing against tides birth disasters
So whenever the river takes you down
Please hate it not even as you frown
All it is doing is guide and salvage
its speculative battle with waves.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Marriage: Her disturbances

I picked up a four leaf clover
And her love has taken over
To points of disturbances…
At times things I don’t fancy
Are what she chokes on me
Like anklets on a heavy heel
And beautiful icing on a cake
She mix trouble into sweet flakes
Whose true taste is in the eating
And rude polite awakening,

My wife, my world, the joy I chose
Tender and sweet like tiger toes
No hedge between keeps the home green
Her philosophy, no vent spleen.
The moon wanes while the roaster crows
Over my body she will roll
Waking me up against my wish
Stuck on me, my heart she fills
Her disturbances have a sauce
Apart from her, no better source.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Africa need to be recolonized

Africa, I cry
For you so bad because
You chose to be a dwarf!!
When your gene sequence
Codes for giants, strength
Creativity and greatness!

It seems God created
You to be a zoo
Or an animal park,
Or some kind of sluggish,
Institutionalized, primitive,
Corruption dump site.

Forgive my words
But truth has to be said
Not hidden in shirts.
Who did this to you?
Making you a strong
Centre that can’t hold.

At times I wonder
Isn’t death better
Than breath in your coma?
I have great anger
Dealing with hunger,
And poor standard of living.

Hence I do wonder
Shouldn’t you surrender
And offer you for another
Century under
Colonial masters
To help you do much better…

Across your borders
Some miles yonder
Blacks owned by slave masters
Shackled like pillars
For glass and gunpowders
Are now way much better.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Your type of breeze

What is it that you don’t like about me…
I gave up all my dreams for you to film

My biography you write is titled; breeze,
Has sad episodes that could make time to cease.

Axes on woods, torn and shredded my heart you rim
I am those broken records playing; but still,

Whose character is conspicuous like the hills…
I went through all: end to ends to prove am real.

Now am lost, finding my way, I got drained
No way out; like the goldfish that lost its gills…

Your love is, a tough nut rigid like the tree…
Not meant for the light winds, that are calm and free.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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