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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

Hazel’s Diary: Watching Baby Hazel Sleep

At times she cries, but my grip
Gently rocks her into sleep
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
There is a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
That gives me gigantic joy
Watching her rest without roil;
On my capable shoulders
As her dark eyelashes flutter
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.

Could it be her striking pose
Or the way she placed her nose?
Whichever it is, she brings
Joy as a gift to my ring
And a fresh sweet morning breath…
In all dimensions, she scents
Like Rose in her cradle bed
Showering us love instead.
O what a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.

While sleeping she slowly smiles
Like the Angels in lala lands
Blew at her, a million kisses
Baptizing her compliments,
For the love her parents pour
Has no rival, claws and flaws
Hence, when she burst into tears,
She can swear, we will be there,
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
Wish she would not grow older
Under our arms and shoulders.

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

Internet girls

Your breast is well shaped
Like a giant grape
Curves around your waist
Calls for longing taste.

Temperature rise
From a million eyes
Seeing your bottom
Take seductive form…

You have amazing
Beauty to envy
But you bring them out
On the internet.

Just for million views
But that cheapens you
You still wouldn’t stop
Taking off your top.

When addressed as whore
You attack the foe
Yet your privacy
Is for all to see.

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

Hazel’s Diary: Anticipating her first word

Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire

Practice till she perfects
I may not, comprehend

But I will put my all,
No joy without annoy.

Whether it is; ma ma
Or even the; da da

For whichever comes first
Would create no fist fight

But bring the joy of spring
And happiness of flea

Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire.

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

Hazel’s Diary: Veracious

The love mum pours on her
Makes me think, she goes far…

From her mum, she begins
Hazel my daughter wins

Slashing all that we shared
Including loving care…

Though it is between us
Since she came, I feel lost

But frankly speaking she
Lit up my soul within..

I get green with envy
Yet she is my baby

You need to see the force
She applies when she sucks…

Time flies, and it is true
Guess it ends as she chews

But until then she sucks
Voraciously like ducks

I love that between us
Not that I am jealous.

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

Hazel’s Diary: Two weeks

Whenever Hazel smiles
I rejoice, she is mine

Butterflies in my stomach
For, today; two weeks she marks

Being my precious child
And I just can not hide

The love of fatherhood
Join me light the camp wood…

Let’s blow and hang balloons
With her favorite cartoon..

As I celebrate her
Do not hiss or say ah…

Can’t wait to read aloud
Children stories that I have

All places we shall go to
Soon as she masters toes.

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

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