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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.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fates of loo



Just like light to a surface
Casting shadows on all places
Scars, wrinkles and the dents
Of loo all have common end…

If reflections could only speak
So many secrets would be leaked
For every day a child is born
Loo is by the corner hanging on,

Patiently waiting for the time
Sparks of light will cease to shine
Patiently waiting for its torn
In the minds that put dreams on…

Some may spring from carelessness
Others germinate all by chance
Slipping through one’s own finger
To complete recipes of disaster

What an opportunist loo must be
Fighting what was meant to be…
Up in the smoke, throwing towels
Welcoming another troubled bowel

Right on stage, loo seem to call
Giants and ants until they fall,
Its memories are in kicked buckets
And dust covered bodies in caskets…

The grave is where loo has its theme
Echoing from voices of lost dreams
And once another child is born
Like shadows, by their dreams, loo hands on.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Waiting for sunsets

The cock may crow
at the break of dawn
hopeful we are for,
tomorrow’s sun…

There are times I
think about leaving
and where I will be
lost in my sleep

On the thin ice
we are all waiting
like an employee,
for that we reap…

On our payroll
is the same caption:
saying; “when I call,
don’t be stunned“.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Patience of death

I am astound 
by its composure;
cool, calm and collected
it consumes treasures…

On a daily,
against it, I bet
slowly making hay
before the sunset

Hey! judge me not,
we all are gamblers
staking differently
hoping to gather!

You’ve guessed right,
in this game of card
we all want to win
and not say; “last card”

Gazing at our doors
frozen death must feel,
waiting like a dog
to tell an ordeal.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

On your sickbed

Wish I knew tricks
evading the demise
before it knocks,
it is you I will hide,
breaking shadows and scythe
right here on earth.

I wish I had
firsthand information
of He who baked
all breath, and the oceans
I would come proposing
on your behalf…

I wish I had
powers to control time,
I shall rewind
timelines right on my palm
solving your health issues
will be my aim…

I wish I had
power to heal the sick
and not just shed
tears, through the thin and thick
watching you go
grey there on a sickbed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beyond sane minds

There are people 
who are crumbled
Gone bananas
losing marbles

Seeming normal
but in a mess
Each time their mind
is put to test

Some are nutty
as a fruitcake
And may not know
Is all it takes

There are people
with ropes and knifes
Guns and poisons,
taking their lives

Some are confused
so lost within
Some regular
with wetting chins

See, life is hard
there ain’t no doubt
But in the dark,
mind is the light

And ought to be
A docile sea
Where storms may come,
But wait and see

For droplets lost
will be renewed
And even when
you’re feeling blue

Fallen to pieces,
Or ship capsized
Do not think of
shutting those eyes

Should you be a
giver of pain
I guess you have
to change that name

Not all insane
roam in the streets
Help those you see,
regain their sights.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Jars of scars


A round of applause for my skin
That tells of places that I’ve been
The pinching pains witnessed and seen
As an adult and as a teen

Battles I won and didn’t win
Are fulcra of my flapping wings
I’ve been battered by troubled seas
Lost my feathers and lost my fins

Scratched by tiggers, smoked by kilns
Picking stains that can’t be cleaned
I’ve lost my nails in quaking scenes
Under the bridge is where I’ve been…

I’m a board of bruise and blisters
Gotten from sharks and accipiters
I’ve swam in the deadliest waters
Precluding weights on my shoulders

Shedding sweats and making blunders
I’ve bled on all stones and flowers
Even on same spots and corners
That gave me scars I remember

Round of applause for the monster
Who happens to be a painter,
I see him now as a teacher
And judge him not by his cover…

Lessons I learned from all my scars
Are never the same in my jar
Not even an exploding maar
Or scars firm as harmattan cheddar

Wider than oceans or dark as tars
Can stop me from loving these scars
Outward or within, low or high
On the verge of life’s draining bars

I don’t care if a trocar
Comes plucking off all I garnered;
A life lived without scars and chars
Is like being a stringless guitar.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s diary: Forever heart


Life has no manual but a daughter
That would one day become a mother
But before the bloom hits her flower

I play catcher with her all the time
Reciting old and new nursery rhymes
She is my kid, my friend and a gem

Just like sunshine to the moonlight
My face she brightens and mood she lifts
Laughing like a drain all day and night

All in one and a heart warmer
Privileged am I, as a father
To a truly beautiful daughter

She makes me feel a certain way
While watching her grow everyday
Into a beautiful art of clay

One day she may outgrow my lap
And the ride she does on my back;
All I know is; our love will never slack.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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