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In the hands of the pigs

Down the streets, I see fierce men in blacks
Throwing punches and spraying bullets back
On both the dead guilty and the innocent
From such grief no man becomes a saint…

Down the streets, I pass everyday
There are a lot my eyes see and lips can’t say
If I were to write, I will run out of pages
It has been on since the rock of ages…

I see torn rags, I see fat pigs, I see hawks
I see ugly vultures perking clean rotten foods
I see little ants queueing for shrunken and fat pigs
Though most times the results are rigged…

At the other end where the grasses are green
I see different faces but the same within
For as they wear the authority band
The little ants and gullible expect a hand

A helping hand, but the route to end injustice,
Alongside corruption and malpractice
Causing sufferings to large extent
And institutionalized Government,

Making every under the roof look so dumb
As well as embezzlements in all forms,
Are the same routes fat pigs themselves pass
On a regularly on their way flying first class.

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

Wonderful Vincent

Around me, there is this solace like a twilight
With intensity like the tropical Sunlight

When I am down, I believe a break of dawn
Would spring forth through the paths my faith has drawn

I believe tomorrow is as beautiful as the stars
Whether the unsaved tears never dries from my eyes

Challenges are mischievous like Satan’s storm fart
But it carves me, into a wonderful piece of art.

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

Spoonful

Just like the cream,
In coffee and teas,
Rises to the top,
In the glass cup…

It is conspicuous
I got a rather die
Hovering around
And over my head.

Do not get it twisted
Behind the dark clouds
The sky is always blue
When they come through…

Like a mother hen
And a mountain gorilla
Underneath the sky
Rivers never runs dry,

Whether bedazzled or not,
It is never by chance
They prepared the ground,
Grounds on which I stand.

At times I wonder,
Why I am so blessed…
I will never bend a lip
For if I were to worship

Any mortal being,
My amazing parents
Would be whom I
Would always lift high…

Don’t get it twisted
I believe in God
And I am grateful
For a heaped spoonful.

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

Sonnets: Marry you, some day…

I know your dad do not like me
And I know your mum detest me

I used to have this self control
Avoiding critics and their trolls…

I am in love, it is a fact…
At the paradise of my heart,

Where I ought to apply caution
Lust’s sentiments and obsession,

Makes my head go over my heels
And I don’t care what they feel…

Even when it is all taboo,
As long as it is all for you

Cats will always look at the king
But no setback will break my ring.

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

The situation

Hey, do you know not all in armour
Shinning are Prince Charm to adore?

Even a beast bald, ugly in clothes and bare
Is far better than cute deceitful teddy bear.

Nothing hurts more than hearing goodbye
Each time your love is unable to buy

Pearls and diamonds yet like a fairy
Which you are, you turned obstacles into ferries

But your wishful thinking dies in paradise
Before your eyes while it all gets jeopardized.

Even with unending tears you endured pains
And persistently begged your dearest to stay

Yet nothing flows, her presence is never close
Inevitably, she never hesitates to say no.

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

He deserved to die

Nothing hurts like being tarred
With the same bush and evil cards
So just when the sun began to melt
And it seemed there was nothing left

Knowing you would never be back
As shadows spread out in the dark
I stretched out a gun and pulled the trigger
With no atom of regret nor did I shiver.

Sad? Tell me how could I fold my hands
While you fade out before my eyes
Into the crazy thin air on a journey
Of trusting, falling and cuddling…

Especially when it was made from flatters,
With the truth labelled monsters;
And a large cake which is not worth
Your precious burning candles and sweats.

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

Beautiful Zombies

In two shakes of a dog’s tail
The weather changes, so they say
With raindrops that are rubied
Rolling from bunch of zombies

Staggering down in the street
Possessing all that they meet
Conspiracies all sprung up
As a norm we all adopt.

Decent ones in the city
Soon became filthy dirty
Devils and trolls we hired
Became woods in our fire

The blacks and whites not like us
We destroy with sticks and rods
When the infants starts to creep
We shoot them right from our hips

Yet with our scary wild eyes
We still hunt the tranquil ice
And not until we change our views
The zombies are all but good.

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

To the faithful fans

There are more to fans
That are more loyal than dogs
Yet royal like Kings…

Each time I fail, they
Always find a way to stay
With flimsy excuse.

It is their support
That makes me lift a trophy
Every season…

Even with the odds
Against me, they stand by my
Weak withered flowers..

Like Cherry blossom
To the Japanese
They make me happy…

When bones are broken
And hopes are lost, they give me
Quick recovery

When confidence ceases
It is their songs and cheers that
Keeps me going on…

It isn’t the soil
Where my roots have a home
That gives victory

But the fan’s stomachs
Inside which I am a wolf
Hungry for success.

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

Let’s not begin this

We have come to a point of no return
No hunting with the hounds and with hare run
For a broken bond may be soldered
But in all it still may never be sound.

We had our charms and individual flaws
But love had a face like the back of a bus
Repeatedly it did refuse to smile
And to the both of us, we truly know why…

Expectedly, it has come to an end
We would have been better much as friends
Not as lovers, evidently a fact
When weightless straw broke the camel’s back.

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

Let’s not begin the cupboard love

What we shared years ago was cupboard love
And the break up was a problem solved
The better pills effect never failed
For a comeback is dead as a doornail.

The heavens can wait for another spring
If our decays lead to the nuptial rings
And as the calm does come before the storm
The relationship would darken our door.

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