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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.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Vinify: Goodwill Message

Oh we wanna thank y’all
For putting smiles on our face
For giving our slide a wedge
Without you, it would be flaw.

Y’all must have seen the ducks
Swimming over dirty muds
Swimming with no drop of sweat
Like victory comes out of luck.

But underneath the surface
Are their webbed feet paddling
Relentlessly to succeed
Yet such, shows not on their faces..

Y’all have been those webbed feet
Great foot soldiers, taking all
For our day to have a lift
Thanks, for making us stand tall.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Serene love

All birds love to listen
To their selves singing
Sweetly as they fly,
That the Satan cries.

The gospel truth, is that
Have heard many songs
But none as intense as
The sweet serene songs she sings.

Jealous is of the birds
For my baby girl
Shows the best love display
True and no delay.

She handles with kid gloves
My soft heart and soul
Times may come cruel and rough
But, her love is always enough.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Reviving

My shadow is taking over my body
My pillow now lies just above me
The window slams on its own yet; no air
Goes in or out, guess am losing my mind;
Nothing had ever been heavy on me…
My bin is filled with things I used to love.

But I really need to empty the trash
The ice, the diamonds, the golds and silver
Brought lies, axes and arrows piercing me
So if my shadow is better than I
And if my soft pillows use me for rest
No grief it says but just a better me.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Oath of motivation

For dreams to come true
Courage you should pull
When slumps are intense
Get up, stand up man
Stand not on the fence.

Inspire success
Harmonize the stress
Be bold to kill fear
Get up, stand up man
Or you gonna tear.

Failure will come
But not as a sum
To protect your world
You need stand up man
Stretch out fighting sword.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: More, forevermore

Pick up a ring; a wedding ring
Silver or gold easy to hold,

Examine it, look out for spots
Showing origin or its ending;

You would not see where it was sealed
Let this love be smooth, round and free

And like a ring, please let it bring
To the heart glitz; precious and sweet.

With no ending just good loving
Pouring out more, forevermore.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Attached

Your presence kills me slow
My heart drums loud and fast
It pulls me, clouds I go
At sunrise and sunset.

Your absence makes me sick
My brain crash, where are you?
It fess up a high risk
At all cost, I need you.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Frowns of chicks

In the farm, there are many preys
But we count the number of crates

Bountiful harvest; all we pray
Running fast from all the lichen,

And the butchers in the kitchen
The hatchlings of the fat chicken…

Prays to survive daily movements
Tailored by kettles, pans and pots

The authority is corrupt
Dispensing tears, hardship and fear

To be fair, if you make it here
I bet, you can make it anywhere.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Bitter Making Bee

Someone by the street
Came knocking for breath
And to grab your hands
Onto secured lands.

The ears of the walls
Resounds whispered words
They said all you said
From stories they heard.

They say, you say, this
And that, many gist
But how could you be
Bitter making bee.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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