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Love in the bathroom

As raw as the radish
Edible and ravish
She was naked like day born
So wet yet, she still burns.

Her both hands were raised up
Then slowly they both dropped
Like light that never hides
Rescue she had outside

She made no sulky pout
When a snake was let out
Growing like a mushroom
In mist tint bathroom

Through the glass loud she screams
But away from the beam
Behind the glass she moans
To her best ever fun.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The politicians

There is a deep dark hole
That swallows shrinking souls

This dark hole is manmade
And the arts never fades.

Wish truth could be embroiled
And service be recoiled

So promises could come true
For the sky to stay blue.

But dead are the chariots
And Angels before us.

The champagne births an ace
Even with a smooth face

But long legs always win
And many are turned in

Enjoying pool of blood
Slitting throats with sharp swords

Sharing sweats, drinking tea
Blind indeed is justice.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blood love

The bond in blood are no close shave
The truth is all I ever crave
And when it does land me to grave
I will be way proud ghosting so brave.

When it comes to family too
I can be caught between two stools
Not from knowledge I was schooled
But following my heart all way through.

There is a bridge I will not cross
If it makes blood to rot and rust
I will not attempt busting gut
Family bonding is all I trust.

If there are treasures to be found
Family is the whole nine yard
With a beautiful magic wand…
Abracadabra… it makes me glad.

Togetherness is bish bash bosh
And at some point there may be ish
But I still wouldn’t move an inch
Family is that, I only preach.

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Team humanity

We are on a field playing as a team called humanity.
Each one of us makes up the chain linking our communities.

Though the field is vain, the dust always change down generations.
But the progress we make thus far is not a pride to mention.

We seem not to flow, our teamwork is low, we have never grown.
Yet each of us point fingers as if we are all alone.

As the day dawns and the sun set we fall deeper in the hole.
If we fix our mind we will break limits and double our goals.

The greed in us makes us keep our lanterns from oil,
In total darkness we pollute our soil and make life to boil…

If only we knew the heights we shall climb with selflessness
Perhaps we would embrace kindness and endless goodness.

To get this new norm we should apply love with full empathy
Raising the standards redefining breathe and humanity

Creating chances that ignites the mind from limitations…
For we are all one and the same, and not a competition.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Old television statics

I know before the box got vision
Arena had their own attraction

In my case, we had the village square
Years ago way before I inhaled air.

But I remember, when I was young
Although it isn’t rock age so long

Well, not every home had TV set
The black and white picture was the best,

Each time the signal thus disappears
The white and black random dots appear

Hurting an anticipated lens
Its sounds amplified the night silence

I can not forget in a hurry
It was like snow and garri falling.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The troll

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
I hate baked bread with flour of lies,
Deceitful yeast doubling the size.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
And even when I mean no harm
Spilling the milk is who I am.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
With no reservations or shame
I speak like the truth calls my name.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
At times I wish I could be remade
But I keep painting spade as spade.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
Throw stones at me, call me a troll
Through me the truth, will always roll.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Victims of sexual abuse

All rapist leave a scar
On the flesh like bashed cars
Wide, privacy they fling
Yet, victims often cling
And those who let it out
No justice, bail the cat.

Not all plugs are for sparks
Firing, it leaves a mark
A thick permanent stain
Spreading over the brain,
It is so terrific
Not gender specific.

All rapist leave a mark
In the mind, deep and dark
That still wouldn’t go off
Vigorously when washed
And when peeled around
Regions the scars are found.

Woe betide the loan sharks
And any who would embark
On such trip creating traces
Of pain hanging on faces
And eating deep in souls
Of victims down the road.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Handicapped

From where do problems emerge
Have you had a cut on your flesh
Whether ocean deep or shallow
Have you had pains that you swallowed?

Have you had an uncontrolled tears
Seeing folks suffer when you cheer
And you could relate broken bones
From dwelling in a troubled home

Have you ever felt firsthand pain
Where you hush and couldn’t relay
Suffers and ugly lessons learnt
From ashes and disappointments

Have you been undressed by unrest
Both in sunrise and in sunset
I wish I could lend you my hands
But I am like you, paralyzed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Cutting

Adorable in my arms
Adorable how time flies…
Innocent and tender
With poop stinking diapers

Tooth fairy should merry
Rejoicing new entry
So frequent poop arise
Discomfort yet no cries

Panics build up in mum
Over the swollen gums
Where twin erupting roots
Acquires greater feet

The growing incisors
Will cut meats like scissors
Can’t wait for your charm
To show in brand new smile.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The fleshes and bones of mothers

The crazy wild thoughts of a young girl
Would paint her to grey as hot as hell
Till dawn birth new phase called motherhood
Mentality clinch unlikelihood
Of returning back to as it were
Before the balloon was blown to swell

Respect mothers both in light and dark
Try to feel scars and web of stretch marks,
Rags she wears for her kids to look nice
Blooming, embarking on trips called life
Hold her scalp and extra fats she gained
Then you will understand abysmal pain.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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