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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 seep at night
Knowing an unborn, would pick up the fright
From pregnant parents who just love to fight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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

The Hibiscus Young Witch


Yes! she is beautiful
And oh yes! It is true
But mallow is evil
Saying, mirror mirror!

Her eyes are wild open
Yet she just wrecks the cone
A proud witch of terror
Standing by the mirror!

Drooling after herself
Mocking all aging elves
Thinking she's a dolphin
Whose skin will never fold.

Despite zero errors
In her number six looks
Her reflection echoes;
A soured rotten rogue!

With no good to offer
Outside of her beauty
And her busy hotline
With many wannabes...

But soon, the sun shall set
And streets of jam traffic,
Loud noise and high shoulders
Would be soon forgotten.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Amaryllis

You are a Swan, sweetest of wine
Beauty of a peacock, an immortal luck
The carnation in ample of an apple
And a sparrow of the Cupid’s arrow.

Soft like fur yet a tiger’s claw
Conjuring orchid from the air you breath
I must say; blessed be the day you were born
Behold! No entity has ever seen such a soul.

You are a mix of Heather and Rose
An Aphrodite’s seashell is that you hold
Time will fly, and the fox skin may fold
But, your beauty will forever remain like the sun above!


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Welcome son (Ehi’yem’ofe)

The gate was dilating
Ten fingers were waiting
To unwrap the present
The Lord God hath sent...

Twenty twenty two,
The date was twentieth
That night, Angels sang
The sweetest of melodies.

Tangential at its best
The clock slowly ticked
Tumult and pains intensified
Till quarter past twelve

Ten centimetres attained
Ten tactical fingers partook
The Apple tree whirled
Torrid but kept on pushing...

Tranquility swung by briefly
Turning tension into sugar,
The cry for life was heard
There were nothing paid in exchange!

Tidied up by the midwives
There were no tags attached
Therefore, call him 'Ehiyemofe' !
The Lord hath freely given.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The era of mist

At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
Symbolizing endowment
Meant to be inherited…

Soil, air and underground
Blessed with the best ever found
Trenches infantry was born
And to die for its honor,

All the edges are bloodstained
Heroes past will be ashamed
By each dawn, we sink deeper
Catching cruise with the fever…

Patriotism must stay green
Ultimately, I agree
But the love, the strength and faith
I ought to serve with is late.

Looking at the lofty bags
And millions of dirty rags…
Promises float high like mists
We can see but never reach

The suffering in the land
Has totally gone out of hand
Yet we sell our votes and soul
To the bloody dirty pol…

Birthright they claim while they rep
Deaf they play and never help
Corruption trends without fear
Gulping now and future share

At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
But I have lost faith and hope
In both the old and the whelp.

© 2022 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachuwkwu

Chained colour


A pejorative colour cost a breath
If you dare, for the love, put on a beret!
Whether new or old, bright or faded
The gloom and doom looms in the shade.

Since the leaf turn mafias, and the roses sail,
Ashes float by the hammer and nail
Even the shadows carry an axe
Other shades of the rainbow has a mark.

Today it is racism, tomorrow religion
And a group's love for segregation
The world has never been the same
Ever since humanity became insane.

Like Ukraine has a bitter stain on it
By the political legion that loves a hit,
Watching the sky covered in gloom
And the sands bleed for a crime it has no clue.

If the night comes out with full rack
Fighting any thing that is opaque
Any form of the shade outside its hive
How would we all feel being alive?

(C) 2022 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Caduceus and sawbones

I have tried to fix the broken allure
And was the only one obeying the laws
I have had hopes in hopeless times
I guess this place is not of mine..

Now I hear the calls of the white rain
And the cravings of my hot vein
I know all that the ancients say
About the hunter that lost his way

It isn’t worth it, if it leaves my hand
So worryless of that I left behind
To catch the horse, follow the neigh
Truth is bitter, this city is a fray

No disrespect to my background
But I rather my own kind of way
Not dancing underneath the sun
Whereas my destiny loiter in soil.

(C) 2022 Http://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onywkachukwu

Water from flame

I know right now all you see, 
Is a boundless flowing sea
With an admirable color blue,
Prestigious depth and volume
Pure allure, but on the contrary
The tenacity of flames created me.

New may be waves that is found
But I am far from being brand
Before the flakes was my void
Non-existence avioded shores
Until the event of fire came
With a snuggling red hot flame.

Burning out, covered in smoke
Facing sweet tragedy evoked
Carnage like never before
Consuming bones, flesh and sore
Encrypting; "let there be ash
Burrowing like the sands of ants".

I went through the worst of drills
Wondering what hell might be
Floating, I felt like the air
Following the rhythm and the cheer
Of the naked flames as they came
Embracing the outcome of my fate.

Deep inside the carnage I saw
Was a chemistry full of claws
But, out of the blues, came vapour
The substance I emerged from;
Although the fire event burnt
All of me, in its rage I was born

In nutshell, I learnt a lot of things
Never cowed by what fear brings
Problems may arise but beside it
Lies the solution to resolving it
Someday we will be gone with the wind
It doesn't mean we shouldn't face what life brings.

(C) 2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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