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Childhood rivalry

The thick blood we share is still
Flowing through valleys and hills
From the landscape of the shores
And the irony of sea storms.

Now we reside in our homes
Extended branch a lot to come
A perspective so beautiful
Hiding all we have been through.

It was war when we were kids
We fought over worthless things
The noise we made was a quake
Our neighborhood felt the shake.

Should I say the rivalry
Helped us bond quite easily?
For we stood by each other
Toe to toe against strangers.

Most times we swore not to speak
Then later our wounds we lick
We are now ripen apples;
It was all meant to happen.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Darling sister: XX gene

Sisters can be annoying
But most times so adoring

They are like a flowing stream
Into lakes they fill to brim

Not minding if they dry up
For a blood, they pour all

Loving care like mamas do
They may seem after tall shoes

But parents trust who they are
In grey, they never stay far

Sisters we know deep inside
Are scars that can never hide.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Darling sister: Thank you

I have seen shallows and deep
Most people will render help
Only for a hug and kiss,
But I get the bliss I wish.

Not just for the color red
Giving is not a book read
It spans from a loving soul
Not after pictures to show

Even in drowning waters
I can boast of a helper
Well, I speak of a human
That gives me an helping hand..

Bless God we share the same cord
And same flowing reddish blood
Oh how I wish there were more
Like you, no one would be poor.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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The ungrateful

Deeds that are expected
And not appreciated
Defines unhappy men

Though some are so confused
Some are inexperienced
And it hurts knowing that,

Ingrates are never pleased
No matter what you do
To help or uplift them

Their minds are shadow dark
And filled with negatives
That can wither flowers.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Substance we are made

Just like a bunch of flower in a vase
Integrity is a quality canvas,
Showing the piece of art work we all behold
In words, actions and characters as a whole.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Help more

A drop of water creates outcomes
Even to rivers dried to bottom
Petals are brighter as roses blossom
From none other than a helper’s form
I have seen candles under a storm
And seen them dwindle and fade at night
To but rekindle when hope was lost

We may be fuddled but we need just
A push to sidle through a great storm
And the last hurdle just while we thrust
So stretch a finger help the gruesome
No one has ever alone been born
To shine more brighter not helping more.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Wrappers no pocket

To the ancestors, we poured liquors
Not for the upper soils to drink rums
Our cultured wrappers are not that bored
I need an helper’s guide to stardom.

At times I wonder when help will come
For at the corner in my own Dom
I have grown smaller with my income
Causing high fever, so cumbersome

I am a river but empty drum
Yawning for helpers but the syndrome
Just seem so eager with the wisdoms
That never falters in worrisome.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unending vanity

In every generation
There is a strong adoration
For the excessiveness
Of general worthlessness
In both values and in pride
Whereas an end must hit a ride.

Vanity is indeed hidden
In time, and all the downtrodden
Leech on its predated
Fact that time is infinite,
Each generation have them
Hence, vanity may never end.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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