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This year’s fear

This year bore the low and high
Tearing down flames in the sky.
But I swam like sharks through tides
Beneath the oceans, no fears to hide.

Though trespassing, I had churns
Thrusting up, to face the fears
But I made whirlwinds to turn
By telling myself never to burn.

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

Friday grooves

Love has welcomes and adiós
Listening to the radio
Leaving issues of cardio
Focusing on the moment
Fridays I can’t forget
Forgetting all my regrets.

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

We will be great

Wipe the stake clean repeatedly
When we lodge in a failed eventful inn,
Daydreaming of times we shall dine
Drinking rich wines, counting numerous dimes….

But as at now, our heads we bow
Bridging cables, standing far from swindles
For our hustle, we burst bubbles
Faces mop and mow, as all eyes gaze like owls.

Anxious to know when pains shall craft
A gain so great, to make us prominent
Living in here, please have no fear
Let’s endure scoff and jeer, till it cheers.

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

Racing in existence

On your marks, set…
….You are just cells
Only a sperm
On rehearsals
Running on heels
To make the list
Of many faces.

Life is a race,
Your parents are
To call the shots…
Distance we run
Varies in tracks
Individual
Oh.. destiny.

Put on a fight
To be the best
End matters most
More than the start;
The finish line
May sometimes come
With its regrets..

Especially
When the sweet race
Is but half length,
Chunky and short
Or so tragic.
That is the point
We know as death.

And every day
I often pray
And say; “His grace”
For finish line
To have a tune
So I can reach,
Not anytime soon.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Caught in the middle

One tunnel, two ends with so many bends
And piercing needles, caught in the middle
Where each of them say; theirs is the right way.

Joy and bridle, religion they fiddle
With bends of believes and needles of grieves
In tunnel called earth, two ends; life and death.

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

Dear Child; work and pray

Dews can be the sweats
Dropping from the efforts
Put into a plan
Or it could be God’s plan

When the leaves are all
About to dry, and fall
There comes a tiny fog
Keeping it wet, for long….

Trees that hide in shades
Are those that gets short changed.
Dear child, look outside
For results search and find.

I know you are good
At the things that you do;
But, pray that the dews
Will always fall on you.

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

Nightingale Alley

Sitting on rocks by the beach
River flows with a force
That could erode an alley.

Every day thunder strikes
Can you hear the nightingale
As it sings melodiously

Do not hear but listen deep
The legs are forced open in pain
Listen beyond its nocturnal songs

The peaceful River is a mirage
There are tears in tone of its voice
It cries out, begging for help.

A few minute pleasure, a leisure?
Hello male, and hello females
There is no right in being rapist

Seek consent, it might be yours
Wait a minute, think about it,
What if you were your own victims.

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

Tone: My Palace and her crown

My heart is a Palace,
Palace by the alley
Same alley in the town,
Connecting many cities.

Cities of gardens,
Whose roses makes hearts to glow
But these days roses are
Mostly wither, and rarely fresh.

Many of which,
Has lost the sweet ability
To impact good vitality
Without clandestine purpose.

Hence my lonely throne
Has an expectation
Of a pineapple
Royal, clean and sweet

A must reach
Before bliss and kiss;
And lucky me,
Her head fits the crown.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Legends of lovers

In the legends of two beautiful souls

Combination of destined love and fire

Igniting a flame of sugary desires

Creating oneness for ancestral pools

“I love you forevermore”; they whispered.

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

Tone: Jealous frowns

Keeping tabs with the time
Creating room for her crown
Proposing in the town
We are to walk the aisle…

Jealous must be of frowns
To notice how she smiled
When we were passing time
Staying with sweet desires.

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