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Retrospective

How can a heart forgive the mark
Permanently, engraved for gaze?
Each time I see her photographs
Hanging behind walls of my heart
Retrospect plays the note she left:

‘I appreciate your sweet kindness
But these my legs just have to run
To better place, sands and easy plans…
Forgive me, I have cracked the shells
Of Morrow’s egg, for I am dead with you.’

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lost before kickoff

Like a native frying pan
I am but a naked man,
Ready for life contest
A contest of the swift…

Racing to climb the hill
Hence the mark I kneel
But there come challenges
Change of rules and pages…

“Step forward if you are white”
In spite of the prerequisite
The White forks had all edges
I, Black.. watched my jinx

Each who made it through
Had a lot of gadgets and tools
To take them within seconds
Should the race begin soonest.

With no boost or vantage
I had to begin from my cage
Several miles behind, their traces
Hoping in vain to win the race.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lost in the city

Rowdy, crowdy and busy;
Yet absolutely empty.
Such a pity to dwell
In such a lonely city.

Looking so beautiful
Incredible outwardly;
But within is a volcano
Consuming all he knows.

Not even an Angel
Nor it’s white shadow
In the corridors
Or retrospect in his life.

Blankets and pillows
No longer hold the cold
Tearing and creating holes
Freely at its will…

Through the window
The same cold blows
The tears on the pillow
So the cycle continues…

Lost in loneliness
He has no one to run to
No one to cry to
No one to care for.

© 2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

How much is your love?

Her paintings embodies
… Love is free
And therein her sculpture
Is engraved;
“The abovementioned; enamoured
…Cost nothing.”
How much is your love?

Warm affection, to her is
All it takes
To strike and have a spark
… “love is free
It has a priceless tag”
… She will say.

How could she have known that
Love is hyped
Or so not meant for rags
… When she is
Just an art, hanging there
On the wall.
How much is your love?

For her love; I tried all
But I still
Couldn’t get hold of her
High towers
Sampling and lavishing
The pockets…

Waiting for lovers to
… come procure
Her ravishing beauty
Yet she says
Love can never be bought
… Love is free.
How much is your love?

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Humanity and identity drunk

What is it with humanity
Conflicts and identity?

Sitting on a thin ice
Gazing with a global eye

Talking ill of humanity
Both sane, and insanity.

Different skin turn enemies,
Racism dwells within I and me.

Gazing with a National eye
Every zone has its own sign

Even same colors: not racism
Picks a term: called tribalism.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Building Animosity

Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.

Red traces of annoyance shows
A rusty face, better hush
Or get puffed..

Temper boils in great degrees.
Acrimony…? – I agree
As it stands.

This hatred has staged a rage
Waging violence burning deep
From within…

And my legs are rocking
Vibrating to destruction
As it stands.

While it burns; resentment
And annoyance are doubling up
My temper.

Now am prone; to ill acts
Words are flying more than the birds
As it stands.

How could you dare to taste
A passion of indignation
I call beef.

Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Deflowered

Taking off obstacles
T shirts even anklets…
Loud as a thunder
Two heart beats together.

Quo, it was closed gated
Quietly she whispered
“Please, to this I am new…
…Quit; stop, continue…”

Erotic confusion,
Enduring contraction
And cramps that came deep
Easy, slowly drilling her hips…

Crying in a sugary tears
Calming her against her fears;
…Take it all in the name of love…
Ceaselessly, around her curve

In a nutshell; elusive, it was;
Inside her, for love, pealed off.
Blood dripped from the open source
Ice and fire, smooth and rough.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

3 regimes

In retrospect of three regimes
It has been die or get strong;
Hence, nepotism and tribalism
Has become of our mentality.
Leaders of onion properties
Rule Nigeria, in poor capacity.

The first still feels he is a god;
Ever since he got out of jail
Endorsing and distributing rods
Although he laid the block
For an economic reform
Third tenure fell out of luck.

People say he picked a sickling
As heir, whose deputy replaced
When he gave up the ghost..
But who are we to question God
When life we live is borrowed
In the hollow of his demise,

His deputy was reelected in joy
A man who once had no shoes
Became the shoemakers tool…
Until love turned soar to all
Corruption flew openly in air
He was still to be his own heir.

This humble Zologist was calm
And allowed several mockeries
Of him and lady of his bakery
The political knifes began to fly
Not later was he back-stabbed
For humanity, he passed the rod

To he who was to be the Messiah
But turned out to be the hellfire
Not just sluggish as a snail
But distributor of hardship and hunger
Garnished with increased poverty
While hunting down political rivals.

© 2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Modern Society

Welcome to tomorrow’s
Retrospective island

In the times of sands
Admiration we borrow.

From a pool of portion
Where she is, far and close.

Even in her clothes
And imagination,

She always ring a bell
With her perfection.

Her body configuration
Torments even an angel

She is not just a lady
So, who’s she in question?

She is a dream in motion
Releasing items trendy

Flashy perfect like Deity
Answers to crave and search

Beauty that sexes the flesh
Trend is the modern society.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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