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Hazel’s Diary: Growing bond

I have always felt, the ocean is deep
The skies are up and nothing can flip

I felt nothing can halt my wrath from wafting
Until little Hazel, came out stretching

Rare genes translated into a beautiful princess
Quenching volcanic eruption in the process

Smiling like the sun, penetrating with ease
Oh yes, I love her with every fiber of my being

And ever since she came into my world,
I became a child and a clown with a bond.

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Rough patch


Care to rent my garment?
Its shortage and mortgage…
Length to breadth is all bent
By jet age and carnage…
Lost values and bad names
Breaks my floor when it pours
None is tame on my lane
These and more, are my falls.

All my hopes hit the slope
Across page and all age
Righteous Pope can not cope
With my wage at this stage,
The cold sweat and peanuts
Hits the floor as it pours
Down and out, kiss of death
These and more are my flaws.

Unemployed? Dead is joy,
And the rage breaks the stage
Tempts and lures to destroy
My prestige and image
North to south, east to west
Wants me torn on the floor
Into parts, tribal path
These and more tears me more…

No great shakes, till they pick
From the cage they engaged
Coming quick as a wink
A new age, a new wage
Cans of worms, keeps them warm
Wealth they pour on the floor
Reaching Sun with their sums
These and more are my faults…

All prices hikes and spikes
Into grave like hot wave
What a prize for a rise
With damage and bandage
Can we right green and white?
This I pour on the floor;
Please fix it, my garment
Deserve more, than my fall.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Depth of sheds

Sirens wailing
Choppers hovering,
Nigeria
Now a war zone!

We were once one
Inseparable
Nigerians
Not anymore…

It hurts so bad
I do love the name
Nigeria
But not the pain…

Thousands as much
We work for peanuts;
Nigeria!
… Hate us that much?

Should we reject
Being born in here;
Nigerians
Or fix it all?

Who is to blame
Geo-region, tribes,
Nigerians
Smiling in pains?

Millions suffer
Dying of hunger;
Nigerians
Still kill their selves.

Oh yes, we know
Change is gradual;
Nigeria
We pay our dues

Yet you make it
Insignificant;
Nigerians
You scare away.

I am so soaked
Not in tears of joy;
Nigeria
But common pains

I wish I shed
A Crocodile’s tears
Nigeria
Each time you bled…

But I love you
Magnanimously
Nigeria
Reasons I cry…

These my tears are
Not from romances of
Nigerians
Nor their heartbreaks…

But from the fall
Of an iroko tree;
Nigeria
Heading down south

Stretching my hands
Unable to help
Nigeria
And help myself.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Indescribable

Outcomes of our fall,
Has an open door
Coming from a war
We may tag as life,
Fighting for our lives
Gaining dust for ranks.

Scythe or by broom
People still presume
We roam in their rooms
When we turn to ghosts
Whose breath cease to fit
While the maggots eat.

People think we see,
Walk and always feel
All they tag as real…
Could it be an end
Or a sort of bend
To a whole new blend?

Death breeds afterlife
We were once alive
To say otherwise
Now we are the myths
That are real or not
Until shadows exit…

On this battlefield
Life is short indeed
Silence is the shield
Separating lines
Yes, none can describe
What death may look like.

©2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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