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Kill dark with brightness

In total darkness, suddenly the bulbs lit
Just by the corners of the large lit up hall
An eye that sees disregarded the shinning light
Saying all manner of things… like, “it is definitely unreal”
Simply because the light broke out fast and effortlessly.

In the depth of life, most people are like the eye
Doubting the ability and productive efforts of another,
Especially when the outcome is in jiffy and effortlessly
Don’t you worry if you are in the category of the light
Kill their darkness with brightness, the world needs you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: 6 Months old

6 months old Hazel

From blown balloon to neonate
She has made me a proud dad…

Today is the yesterday
Half a year ago she was born.

Amazing, soon comes the spoon
Picking solids outside breast milk.

Even as time transforms her
In my eyes, she remains neonate

Giggling in memories
Where I guild her while she crawls.

Six months, I still water her
Watching her shine and flourish

Praying she bloom and rule
For Dad loves her, forevermore.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Avoid me

Please stay clear away from me
There are clouds following me
Dark and heavy, whirl and wild.

To the round drawing table
Back I go, when I tumble
Yet I fumble more and more.

Heaven joined, to renounce
Driving me into doghouse
Left to my own devices…

When I fail, I cry and try
But the tears refuse dry
Flushing me back into hell

I no longer take a chance
Since mountain labor gave mouse
As outcome each time I climb

Life has reduced me to tears
People too good, are my fears
So stay clear; away from me.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Five Months gone

Sweet Hazel
Daddy’s first girl

Precious heart
God’s perfect art

Greased with oil
Made to allure.

Achilles’s heel
You are to me

Give me five!
Well done my child.

As you crawl
To penny drops

Learn more tricks
Each time you blink…

Five months are gone
Since you were born

You still rock
In all your socks…

Still giggling
And still sucking

Keep growing
And keep glowing

Dad loves you more
Forevermore.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Politics: The egg on my face

I am a victim of multiple rapes
By youths and spring chickens hoarding grapes

They drill me deep in the streets for long lengths
Way before I got to age of consent

Now I am used to the egg on my face
Hence I never do run when I am chased

They shag my matrix and bruised my knees
Reopening the sores that tried to heal;

I am a victim of multiple rapes
By the dirty piggies that call my name

Don’t go to the zoo in search of them
Don’t go to the bush in search of them

Don’t go looking for flat snouts, small eyes
And large ears, within us they all reside

Appearing often on televisions
Looking at the world, without a vision.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Politics: The city hall

The rate of fresh blood is overwhelming
With enthusiasms always rising
While the toddlers grow to have wisdom teeth
The city hall in power never fleets.

It is not just the strange bedfellows
Neither the dirt part that always follow
But it is the impunity they have
Siphoning our resources while they serve.

Youthfulness is there to always savour
Although we have numbers in our favor
We just can never fight the city hall
Because they plant discord between us.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Politics: Seeking leadership

In these dark days,
When hell is winning
Cuckoos in the nests
Are so unruly,
We need good leaders
To transform the stage
And leopard’s spots
That never does change.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Running from foreigners and our politicians.

In the eyes of the world, we are so weak
Residing in a home where the roof leaks
Quenching taste with droplets from the ceilings
Instead of walking straight down to the stream.

In the eyes of the world, we are stupid
To dwell in the Nations of growth impedes
Whose flowers may never come into bloom
Residing in this very crooked home.

In the eyes of the world, they have it all
To unlock and walk through front and back doors
Making us turn to green around the gills
By mischiefs of experimental pills…

In the eyes of the world, we should break up
But we decided to stay away from storm in teacups
That has subdued us into cats caught tongues
And made us dead in the souls we belong.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A shot in the dark

I wish I could get to the end of the space
Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face,
Not just the stars and rocks, but to visualize
All the possibilities life can realize…

Maybe I would realize things wide off the mark
And not by blind faith nor whistles in the dark
Aside religions are there aliens up there
Or is it only tailored here on this sphere?

I stay rooted on earth, but I smell a rat
Though imaginary but it is a fact
For answers to be gotten, the end of space
Would have an interpretation of our faith.

But my fate wouldn’t take me to space to smell
The rum, raspberry, gunpowder and steak seared,
Nor unravel the mystery of darkness,
Light’s untold purpose and everything else.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Politics: Copycatting wrongly

Bad is never good until worst happens
We giraffe the leaders of the free world
Whose envisages were made to happen
By choosing humanity over swords.

We have failed to make our system rock
Yet, when we hear of a new discovery
We emulate it but it never works
It seems bad is where we derive glory.

The strength of our weakness lingers long
Abusing privileges on the table
Defining quintessence as being wrong
Bailing evil and misusing gavels.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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