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Move on brother

Motivation’s inspiration
Life has its up and down templates
Journey through the lessons it thought
Makes one know they weren’t that bad.

Motivation’s inspiration
I heard that you had a great fall,
But the most greatest of them all
Is falling again on same spot.

Motivation’s inspiration
Since circumstances brought you hell
From the spot that you tripped and fell,
Rise; mark the spot and forge ahead.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

FOMO ( Fear of missing out)

Journey of life takes me to a place
Where life is calm and peaceful
Though, sometimes grasses go dry
But once the rains comes they sprout

I dwelled underneath a friendly sky
Inhaling fresh air on healthy diets
I have a plan, to live a genuine life
Hence I stay focus on my lonely track

But the wind keeps bringing pictures
Of friends who flip to another path
Where milk and honey falls from the sky
On hands whose feet are on greener grass

Everyone I have ever known now glows
Adopting different accents and richly postures
“YOLO – You only live ones” they scream
Creating FOMO – “fear of missing out” in me

Every seconds a new picture drops
I see, life is fun and party to them
Feels I’m an eclipse, hence everyday
I wait for the earth to rotate, so I may glow

Looking around me, I see just me
And it takes me under the weather
Feeling lonely and underachieved
I just hope I am on the right track.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lenses of Nature

When three ropes
Are tied together
It becomes stronger

The sky, air and soil
Are filled with glows
And treasures of all kinds

The beauty of nature
Is in everything
It connects together..

How wonderful is it
Seeing clouds gather
And let go of its weight,

Raining splendidly
Over tall hills and
On the green grasses

Giving life essence
And sprouting roots
Reasons to grow

How wonderful is it
That a Free falling water
Comes from a mere rock,

Valleys are between
Mountains standing tall
Reaching for the blue

While providing haven
For the eagles to stay
And regain lost strength

How wonderful is it
Seeing trees stretch
And reach for the blue,

While the rivers
At the bottom
Flows with great aplomb

Dispersing life and
Acting as mirrors,
Reflecting Gods wonders.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Born of rape

I am a cell
That often sail
From abortions
And its portions
You were the maid
Ripped into shreds
Triggered I swarm
Away from shams

But your ovary
Just couldn’t free
A frightened cell
Running from hell
After a month
Doctors report
Confirmed you were
Pregnant; I feared

And since you had
No one to hold
Responsible;
Like most people
Abort and move
I thought you would
But you stood up
Strong like a rock

You carried me
A growing hill
And I wondered
Deep down under
How you managed
With all those rage
To keep me warm
Inside your womb.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

R.I.P. Onyeche S.C

I saw blood on a ray
In great Agbor today…
Your chair was so empty
Radio was not playing

Today is the first time
I visited your house
Without seeing your face
And hearing your advise

“Stay away from fake friends
Please do not be reckless”
All these and many more
Made visits a glamour

Embracing me tight
There were these sensations
From sitting on your lap
Peaceful like waterfall

I watched you as you aged
Until life closed the page
I felt pain to the bone
While I was driving home

Recalling how you called
Me often on the phone
Memories unerased;
You can not be replaced

You were so kind and dear
The vacumn would be there
It is sad you are gone
Guess heaven needs you more.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

… R.I.P to my amazing Uncle.

#Pa_Onyeche_S.C.(JP)
#Baba_of_Agbor

Died on the 1st of December, 2019

Tricky knife of death

There are knives in the air
Cutting memos we share
How I wish life is sold
No one would feel the cold
I have seen what death wears
Hence I may never fear
Sadly, it changes its clothes
Every time it comes close.

I’m not a Prophet
But I’ve seen velvets
Spreading across the page
On a cradle that age.
It never seems to cease
Ricochetting with ease
Bringing tears on pillows,
From the doors to windows.

I dreamt it took Shady
I woke, I told Shady
Evading time to come
For a big tree to fall
We went down on our kneels
To nullify bad dreams
But the tricky knife graced
Another folk to grave.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

I hate December

Although I love Christmas
The time is here again
When we all fight
Desperately
To make double gain
By any means
Necessary.

Although I love Christmas
I detest pains she cause
Our poor loved ones
Picture them crying
From our ugly fates
When it creates
The prefix late.

Although I love Christmas
Life ought to be simple
Not as tipples
Carelessly do
Gambling it all, and
Forgetting
There are no spare parts.

Although I love Christmas
I hate December
Because she creates
A mentality;
Hey! don’t be late
When no one
Closes the gate…

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

December drivers

We are at the junction
We must apply caution
And not to be mentioned
As another lost soul
Life is not for auction
The brake has a function
There are many drivers
That drove in the summer
Stacking a lot of papers
Just to have a super
And beautiful winter
But bought a silent whisper.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Bad shape of love

Gather the broken mirrors
Bring shreds to my huts
I can fix just anything
So I thought, till she left
Here I am as a shred
Not they say, but the first hand
To the tears and the rain
Pouring down in great pain.

I failed an easy game
Though I hide all the shame
But I am a sour grape
And my heart is in bad shape…
Thought I could fix anything
Till I was the broken thing
I am torn, and so cold
Yet these glues cannot hold,

Now I know, the face of rage
Some things are damaged
Beyond redemption
Where glues can’t function
Gather my broken clay pots
Yes, it is all my fault
I am running insane
Since she left me this way.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Talking to the unborn

Hello, what would you do for fun,
In few months time, you will be born
Now your heartbeats, sound so sweet
I’ve seen your kicks and summersaults
Can’t wait to hold your tiny hands
On your cradle, innocent glance.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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