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Hazel’s diary: Dad’s duplicate

I lay awake on the bed
Watching Hazel’s shape of head
And how the soft spot appear
Just like Avogadro pear

Her brain must be versatile
Though she looks small and fragile
Her strength is seen in her eyes
Frozen but still melts an ice

And each time I look at her
I see me deep inside her
She is my other copy
Far better than jewelries.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Corona: Our Inhumanity

Would the sun ever regain her brighten?
Would corona coronation stop being heightened?
Yes, it is taking souls and instilling fear
No one wants common cough to come near
Just a mere sneeze yet we run fast for our dear lives
And at times I wish the pandemic truths were all lies…

Ever since we activated social distance, and lockdown mood
Stocking the entire house with stuffs and foods
The chances of death by malnourishment increased
The tiny flowing love in our healths suddenly ceased
Though both the rich and the poor became leveled
The greed and love of money refused to bend a kneel.

Man’s inhumanity to humanity is just beginning
The price of commodities are skyrocketing
All for the sake of the deadly virus combat
Which rumours have it that it came from Chinese’s bats
But that is not the topic I speak of right now
Neither is it the honest reason why I frown

Hold on, why is the mind of mankind filled with dark chars
Gathering wealth in times of war, everyone keeps going far
Obviously, humans and Devils are so much alike
Ever thought; “what if I don’t make it out alive
Would I take these money bags with me to the grave”?
If the answer is no; I see no reason for an inhumane crave.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Corona is karma

I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse made reverse flip
She flooded streets, with a reset,
Giving them back all in their bank

Accordingly, appropriately
Cutting sockets, kicking buckets
Lots of bodies, foes and Buddies,
Were stacked like logs, and scared of bugs…

“Dirt kills not an Africa man”
Oh sorry, not those type of men
Who corruption has eaten deep
Beyond depths meant for sinking ship

Now, the center hold not anymore
Beans are empty in cooking pot
And our Hopes are dead in weevils
I heard someone casting Devils

All blames they pushed but he stayed put
In hell, watching landing birds pooh
He had no hand, sins of our land
Exhumed from sands from end to end

Wedges were down and mere touchdown
For personal gain, and golden crowns
Then borders crossed, the virus tossed
Dirt we overpowered, now kills us

We fight world war three, without arms
Which all began from the pigs farm
And self enrich but now they itch
Even as they could turn to fish

With ten fins and bladders to swim
The tears that rain pours out cruel pain
Coming from drugs and outside laws;
Stay far apart; stay sanitized

More than a gun headshot begun
Aiming at rich lessons it teach…
I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse, had many flips.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mourner’s Anthem

Title: Mourner’s Anthem

When breeze blow the dust follows
In my arms I watched her go
Now I know why Jesus wept;
Wish she has Lazarus fate

To just return for our sake
So eyes turn not into lakes;
I wish we could fend of death
And grant her lungs one more breath

But here we are; so surprised
That she had chose not to rise
Nor stretch forth her arms to hug
Pretending to tag along

Tears of sorrowful pains rolled
From my eyes it slowly dropped
I wish I could do anything
Like snap back to reality

Where she will be in kitchen
Singing songs while cooking;
Here we are, the both of us
Accepting lines between us.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mary and Barry

Dozens of roses, she picked a lemon
From Saints and Angels, she chose a demon
If the Devil could meet a lady
Let’s say by ten, endowed as Mary
The evils on earth and in heavens
Shall come to an end before eleven.

But who would have even envisaged
Such could arise in this present age
When everyone is after money,
The looks and not the taste of honeys
Barry isn’t as cute as the Devil
Neither his pocket heavy and full

Dozens of roses, she picked a lemon
From Saints and Angels, she chose a demon
The reality of his fantasies
Materialized from her ecstasies
And since she wore the ring as his wife
Flowers bloom all the days of their life.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fall to rise

I sowed to reap fruits
But got uprooted roots
I awaited helpers
Yet got more takers
Now more than ever.

Yes, I am frowning
For, I am drowning,
And so on my own
Trying to make home,
In full flesh and bone…

Outcome dock my tail
More I try I fail
And fall on wrongs slides
More turbulent tides
Never fail to hide

From hot pot to fire
Consuming desires
Seems like luck and I
Got issues somehow
That tears fill my eyes

If you are falling
Like I am falling
Free your mind, let go
There are times that holes
Are best to regrow.

Worry not that none
Assisted your corn
Seeds that fall harder
Decay, grow better
Richer and stronger.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: She woke us up at dawn

It was about five thirty in the morning
On tenth day of march twenty twenty
The room was cool and conducive
Gradually, the journey to dreamland
Was fading and sweeter than ever.

Our heavy windows of vision were tightly closed
Preventing even the lightest of rays
So curled up on bed tucked in bedsheets
Outside, sunrise slowly dragged its feet
As we were reluctant to rise and shine

I bet the neighbors did just the same
Till out of the blues, came Hazel’s
First ever baby blab, way far from cries
Seems she was communicating to us
Smiling and repeating herself, like records

I bet she said: “wake, the sun is here”
Though we couldn’t comprehend what she said
Words can not explain how excited we were
Hearing and watching her express herself
Waking us up for the first time at dawn.

©2020 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel Diary: Treasured reflexes

I remember, your Moro reflex
How you stretched out those your tender hands
Like, ah Daddy don’t let me fall

You excelled in your rooting reflex
Whenever I tickled you, by your side
You turned, smiling wide, opening your mouth

Funny how you suck with great intense
Like mum will leave you unattended
I stare at you like, ride on my girl

Taking you outside, you closed your eyes
It seems the sun got nothing on you
Yes my child, you are also a star

And gradually from just a week old
You learnt how to firmly grasp my thumb
Raising you, you stimulate walking

Though I see how fast you are growing, Daily gaining weight as a result
Of your mother’s nutritious breast milk

I can not wait for you to be grown
So you can show me your stepping skills
Running around corners will be fun

The ossification of your bones,
Never looked better, than growing fast
Under mother’s love and caring arm.

©2020 Http://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Letter to terrorism

May calamity betide thee supporting ills
Beyond all reasonable doubt in crystal clear
Factually, if I were death, breath wouldn’t know thee.

Though opinion belong to all under the blue sky
Just like seeds, some are fruitful while others are not
Misleading and bearing forth Devils of stillbirth

I wonder what thou seeth in evil indulgence
And I curse the wind of death for not locating
And eradicating thee before thy cells swam

Winning the contest of a million sperm and eggs
Allowing black sheep to be born as advocates
Of negative change of defaults and narrative.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Growing and Glowing

Every lion was once a cub
Nature didn’t disturb
Nine months came, nine months gone
A shinning star was born
The heavens sang her song
Mine she chose to belong
Before the interaction
And all the attraction
In dream I saw her eyes
All shinning like the stars.

The joy of a father
Can never feel better
Watching your own creation
Lay on awesome cradle
Joy became flocculant
When I came in contact
With my baby Hazel
From blossom you could tell
Joy take worries away
Settling me, so to say.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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