Brother D.U
Tall, handsome, exceptional brain,
At an early age he was the wave
Creativity, many lives he saved
Greatness was his just to claim…
Nothing could rain on his parade
His future was bright to never fade
A great lecturer he soon became
Suddenly the loom interlace swayed
I thought it was his introvert way
And he never sailed the deranged way
But he feared not, nothing to stop having,
Nor to gain, he was lost in his haven.
Though he roams not on the street
Neither does he look like a freak…
Mere seeing him, he may seem stable
Until you drop a gist on his table…
Nothing hurts most than living yet dead
Surrounded yet dwell in loneliness bed
There are lots like brother D.U,
Incase you never had a clue
Mental health is an important thing
For every time I take a look at him
It leaves me with an enormous pain
How do you fix a mind gone insane?
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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No more beam
How beautiful to find heart
That truly loves, just right back
There goes the best frame of my love
Captioned and sent from above,
Floating on a pool of blood
Precisely, my very own blood
The strawberries on the gown
Matches with the bloody background
I still can not believe it
We ought to be perfect fit
Or so I thought… but love played me
Even with signs for me to see
Full-chested I went all in
Until there were no more beam…
Reflecting back at the sweet past
When I felt that love would last
Just an option I was, in-fact
How wouldn’t I miss all that
When Love’s lips were soft, but a gun
Pointing at me, on and on
None understands how I felt
Cold, falling each day I melt
The Love! I thought my soul belong
Was sweet mouth with no tongue.
In silence, with Love I sat
Each time our words fell apart
Longing life more than sex and kisses
Till Love killed me with my wishes.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Ruination
How can affliction
Repel tribulation
In a mutilated Nation?
Have you felt it real,
Lifetime climbing a hill
Yet treading on a treadmill ?
We live in terrains
Diversity could gain
But we grow a poisoned grain
How can affliction
Repel tribulation
In a mutilated Nation?
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The howl at the moon
An empty spoon
And plates forlese
The hard cheese do,
Sequential breed...
Working the room
Pigs lie and kneel...
With a long broom
For onion's peel...
The more they look
The less they see,
Flat the owls hoot
On shriveled trees.
The hope afoot
Suddenly ceased
And stay aloof
The bonnet bees
Shadeless no roof
Too weak to flee...
The bloody coot
Made air not free
Flat goes the oof..
As cost increase
Yet the pigs loot
All breaths with ease.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Unpleasant home
Cracking walls and wobbling beams
Without love and without dreams
I may agree; "no place like home",
But I just can't feel at home...
Nothing pleasant at this point
All she gives is a basket of rot
Because the system just wouldn't work
More the campaigns, more the fight backs...
Each night, when I go to bed, I die
Hoping to open my eyes in the sky
Or to be reborn in a better realm
Maybe, a small country with lesser qualms
But, waking up to another breath
Triggers the deepest of regrets
Among all spaces, why this place
That dares me, right on my face.
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The Obi effect
A single mouth is hard to find
Amongst a people of tribalistic minds...
The slightest wind is never wedged
We rather our townsmen unqualified
Than an outsider most qualified;
Religion and politics gets it amplified...
Outside the window, we most times bind
But politics scares and makes us blind
Because we left the race for crooks to ride
And they chose to be so uncivilized...
Suffering has befallen the land
Yet our leaders embezzle and fold their hands...
Out of the blues, came a chance to rebuild
The unfaltering never disappeared
"Nigerian youth's choice" he was named
Although sensationalized,
The movement was an organic trend
A new Nigeria should not be hampered...
"The Obidients", as they were called,
Were wiser and ready to cut off weeds...
Voluntarily, they played their strings and beads
And were ready to uproot any evil seed
Labour Party the underdog, was the Shepherd
That will cleanse our dear land...
The wave was a type, rare to find
Echoing; "no more room for half bake breads"...
But after all was hopefully said,
For selfish gain some aided and abetted
In vote rigging for the rotten eggs
Win or lose, the grumbling voices were heard
And I hope we get it right, moving forward.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Rigged
The harder they pound;
The wiser the new age
Who held out flags and cards...
Ranting, "we want change..!"
Out on boulevards
Breaking loose from cage...
Not to beg for food
Nor to see a fake mage...
On unfamiliar shade
We became more encouraged
Now the harder we pound
The rougher the old age...
In all certitude
Enough of the mortgage
Sweat, tears and blood
Drips from our bandage
On Obi wave, we rode
He was at an advantage
And certainly the best to amend
And get us out of bondage...
We had to vote out the olds
Who ate into our wage
We came out in flood
But the old tore our page.
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The hypersensitive child
I hear the mumbles and whispers I hear you say I am a broken fry And I am weird when I laugh or cry I know you know where babies come from And imprints shouldn't be abnormally formed For me, epigenetics didn't skip a turn. I am a crude combination Of the worst, you can ever mention So your assumptions are not fictions Though, I am not meant for mockery Neither do I expect your sorry I am still me, not a forgery. Can I crave your indulgence, As I take you through my trance, Themed, "the scary entrance" ... Most fetus growing in the uterus Sense their parent's splendid love, All I sensed was a holy terror Coming from two adults fighting. In the bump, I was frightened Their utterances were words too many The pains I felt were hard to bear I tried to run away from the fear But each time I did, it reappeared. I can't say who was right or wrong Nor who first spat the bitter tongue For they both played an unpleasant song.. In it, drowning the fragile fetus Hence for the fear, I metamorphosed Into shell traits that best fits us, Just like falling objects to gravity My weird hypersensitivity Was expressed from such calamity. Now tell me, to what extent Can your words make me feel hurt When I know the source of my defects And tragically, nothing I can do Especially when I was birthed so In spite of that, to love my parents too... Finally, I can barely sleep at night Knowing an unborn, would pick up the fright From pregnant parents who just love to fight. ©2022 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Twice Broken: Tears of Adedamola
Have you seen my Enyinanya !
His heart is where my life lies
Supplier of stomach butterflies
Nanya is the air I breath
My sugarplum, so I thought….
Until clogs fell off my eyes.
I went through hell for him
I drained my blood for him
The love I showed was extreme
Loving the rhythms in his hymns
A fugitive I became for him
And an enemy to my family…
For his flight, I gave him feathers
And medicines when he shivered
All I saw was love not obvious blunders
We were meant to be stupid together
And not the type of friends and lovers
That come around only in fair weather.
Through thick and thin he vowed to stay
Assuring me to watch my head and tail
Praying that God should copy my clay
And gift us a beautiful Angel some day
Yet he chose to go the other way,
My love and our bump he betrayed…
All I became was a vase of regret
With tall shadows of the past
Building large tents in my heart
I have forever chosen to detest
And will never forgive nor forget
The beast I once loved and lost!
I was broken mentally to bones
Nine months gone all alone
Happy I made me a clone
A beautiful Princess for a throne
But each time I look at her eyes
The hate of Nanya shows up in my heart!
I was nothing but a pregnant cloud
All seasons, I cried out loud
Compelling God to take my life
Staring at her while holding a knife
I wondered what would become of her
Putting her in the way of harm…
It is like I hibernated in a hole
She gave me a reason to pick up hoe
For the morrows I bent to sow
But today dies before tomorrow
Sprouting forth from sorrows
And the wet tears in my pillow
Not pillow but precisely
Rags and cartons beside me
Gathered under the bridge
And sometimes found digging ridge
If suffering ever had a badge
I was its school of knowledge
No roof over our dirty heads
But claws of pain left as scars
Inside and outside of me;
I am Adedamola but where is,
The crown mixed with riches?
ijiya!!!!
Now I am not talking about love
But a life hijacked to solve
Most times we had pots and stove
With no food, but where do I go?
When all I know and,
The road home forbids me!
I know that a rose that lost it pedals
Can bloom again but my hopes are decayed
And gone to the great beyond…
If my reality is a scary dream
The dreamer will pass on
Way before he tries to scream
If only I could turn back the hand of time
I would have skimmed off long time ago
And now the pain I have to forever bear
Is an utterance that ends with a hiss
Being a victim in an accident scene
Nanya the driver and Kiki casualty.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
His heart is where my life lies
Supplier of stomach butterflies
Nanya is the air I breath
My sugarplum, so I thought….
Until clogs fell off my eyes.
I went through hell for him
I drained my blood for him
The love I showed was extreme
Loving the rhythms in his hymns
A fugitive I became for him
And an enemy to my family…
For his flight, I gave him feathers
And medicines when he shivered
All I saw was love not obvious blunders
We were meant to be stupid together
And not the type of friends and lovers
That come around only in fair weather.
Through thick and thin he vowed to stay
Assuring me to watch my head and tail
Praying that God should copy my clay
And gift us a beautiful Angel some day
Yet he chose to go the other way,
My love and our bump he betrayed…
All I became was a vase of regret
With tall shadows of the past
Building large tents in my heart
I have forever chosen to detest
And will never forgive nor forget
The beast I once loved and lost!
I was broken mentally to bones
Nine months gone all alone
Happy I made me a clone
A beautiful Princess for a throne
But each time I look at her eyes
The hate of Nanya shows up in my heart!
I was nothing but a pregnant cloud
All seasons, I cried out loud
Compelling God to take my life
Staring at her while holding a knife
I wondered what would become of her
Putting her in the way of harm…
It is like I hibernated in a hole
She gave me a reason to pick up hoe
For the morrows I bent to sow
But today dies before tomorrow
Sprouting forth from sorrows
And the wet tears in my pillow
Not pillow but precisely
Rags and cartons beside me
Gathered under the bridge
And sometimes found digging ridge
If suffering ever had a badge
I was its school of knowledge
No roof over our dirty heads
But claws of pain left as scars
Inside and outside of me;
I am Adedamola but where is,
The crown mixed with riches?
ijiya!!!!
Now I am not talking about love
But a life hijacked to solve
Most times we had pots and stove
With no food, but where do I go?
When all I know and,
The road home forbids me!
I know that a rose that lost it pedals
Can bloom again but my hopes are decayed
And gone to the great beyond…
If my reality is a scary dream
The dreamer will pass on
Way before he tries to scream
If only I could turn back the hand of time
I would have skimmed off long time ago
And now the pain I have to forever bear
Is an utterance that ends with a hiss
Being a victim in an accident scene
Nanya the driver and Kiki casualty.
©2022 Http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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