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Joy in the tears

O the walls are falling down
Even when I smiled or frowned.

A million tears flowing fast,
From emotion and its blast

Trying to fight it so hard
But it flows like the sea kinds.

In touching moments, shed tears
Are weird, but are far from fears

Falling on the cheeks and lips
How the hard nuts lost its grips….

Have you ever had a gush
Running out against your wish?

Not for any form of pains
Neither scars from sticks and canes

Or from any bitter past
But happiness prayed to last

Controlled by our emotions
Flowing fast like an ocean…….

I have, and it felt so great
Bet; you wouldn’t regret it.

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Onyeche, Vincent Onyekachukwu

Finding tracks

We are in abundance
Yet we complain of darkness.

Inside pits, that are shallow;
We hide behind the shadow.

Our melanin we pour ore
Under the hot scorching sun;

Hot-cakes fly like birds, to lands
Where they can be better brands.

Leaving behind, the half baked
To dictate, the give and take,

Talking; whereas, as critics
We bury the beams and rays

Yet we beg for candlelights
From the waxes we burnt out.

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Loving our broken world

Some of us are faster
building great walls
Nonetheless we cluster,
making life hard

Some of us are eager
to travel worlds
Xenophobic murders,
they take our head.

Some of us are beggars
in foreign lands
Nothing thus is better
than rural brand.

Some of us are winners,
fame framed on walls
None of which would ever
offer a hand

Some of us live better
in broken worlds
Nothing thus is uglier
than foreign land.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Today is the seed

Better a small egg today
Than a fat hen tomorrow

Come see the rotten seed
Once bone dried and decayed

With no snow chance in hell
Now better and sprouting.

Come see the rotten seed
No one ever wished well

With problems aid, hope aided;
Now the best look of things

Better a mouse in the pot
Than no fried chicken at all.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Hopefuls

Challenges outweighed us
We looked so jobless
Chasing the whirl breeze
Flogged like dead horses,
Our favorite knife
Back stabbed us as life;
Pains became our crew
On us, mucus grew.

Dreams began to lie
But hope did not die
Housed, it paid no rent
It lived in our breath,
It was crystal clear
In our smiles and tears
Pushing us higher
Larger and better.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Lessons from my parents

My parents have no fancy cars but greater mass
Through them I learnt to lower hands and respect ants.
The grass matters, always render help to others
Having a name is not the same for coins and fame.
Their blood my drink, I built my bricks, from all I sucked
I felt the rod, I cried and nod, away from mud…
In their actions, I picked passion which to function.

You do not burn your home or turn away from dawn
Simply because, you have a course, to break a curse.
To mould a clay, you have today, so they will say;
Never you bail, hammer thus fail, running from nails,
Make no excuse, do not refuse to be of use
Is not by wants but dues and sweats you pay for worth
Do not show strength when humble horns can induce choice.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Moving Past

Holes by the corner
Lessons and teachers
Band and a sealer
Bridge and a pillar
Built by a healer

Like force and actions
To all with functions
Use as it fashions
Past is a mansion
Just by a junction.

Travellers are dear
And are welcome there
To recline and cheer
To correct and share
Not to reside there.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sleep Outlaw

When the sun comes up
We all rise from our bed
And as it sets, we crash…

When cock crows by dawn
While the alarm quakes,
Vibrating rise and shine

Most days I find it hard
Harder than a nut to crack
Letting go of slumber…

Such days, I twist and turn
Avoiding to say a word
With the frogs in my throat

But hold my pillow tight
Oh, it is not that am lazy
But sometimes I break the rule.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Like tall palm trees

The journey began as a joke
Till giant strides together yoked,
And there we stood, exchanging vows
Inner me smiled, exclaiming; wow !!!

Like a palm tree gallantly firm
Amidst the dust, and in the storm
Growing so tall, far from a fall
Never scared of heavy down pour

Instead making rich palm wine sap
And thick red oil that never slaps
May we never be affected
By seasons, no matter how red.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: The homily of family

Friends have turn necks
As storm comes to wreck.

If not you, then who,
Do I reach out to,

In times, I am low,
That will still follow.

I really love you
Oh yes, it is true

This is gratitude
Not a platitude.

Every word said
Can be repeated

As a homily
We are family.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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