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Tough as an old boot

They say; the way home has the longest miles
Saying His grace, I wait for my hour

In your eyes, I am dull, weak and lazy…
Torn ligaments, cold tears gush from my eyes

I can’t remember the last time I smiled
Now a days, mountains keep growing taller

All things are hard before they get easy,
That was when Sunday mornings were easy

Not now when skies have swallowed the tower
Indeed; the way home has the longest miles.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Spinsterhood

Heard you’re scared
Of being single
And so desperate
Hence want to mingle.

Menopause is coming
Any man, you pray..
Sister, a fretting care,
Turns hairs to grey.

Angel or Demon
To you, ring assures
Desperate times calls
Desperate measures

I wish you see,
The bigger picture…
Wedding in haste
Is repent at leisure.

Take your time sister
Till ring and rose find you;
There are soulmates
For everyone; dear sister.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Man’s gift and joy

Children are gifts
and a joy to man
Growing in the womb
like plants in farm.

Stretching they kick
walls of mother’s sack
Their echoing heartbeats
pulls daddy back.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Does being good pay?

A bad penny always turns up..
I once believed, bad trees do not
Yield good apples, but I was wrong
When I saw men disturbing peace
Breaking black pipes, blowing up streets
Fetching from the National cake.

I saw “Malams”, apprehending men
Slitting sacrificial lambs,
Terrorizing the governments.
I saw folks, blending in dark bushes
Joining the gangs causing havoc;
The type that makes the Devil proud.

Funnily, those we call miscreants
Are to governments, faithful ants
To keep them hush, they grease their palms
Flying them out as amnesty
Coming back, they even contest
Dictating for governance.

But here we are as good people
Eating the scraps and leftovers
Of the miscreants who live large.
Good conscience may be good pillow
Certainly not in our headless
Societies, with so much unrest.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Perfect combination

When the wind whirls, everything unfreezes
Easy like; a, b, c… one, two, three…
Underneath the tranquil sky so blue
The rain showers then two birds flew
From separate spaces finding shelter
Or a spot where droplets don’t bother.

Singing sweet songs that is far from grief
The melanin hid under green leaf
Like it was predestined, fine and raw,
They met by chance, and fell deep in love
It must be the wind; maybe the rain
That matched them up; some people will say.

Certainly, the wind made it fonder
While the raindrops, wiped off all blunders
Birthing a clean slate of obsession
Nurturing new sets of emotion
Great as the black beautiful look
Blessings they got on each other’s hook.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My stall out prayers

The borough pit was once a hill
Until excavators sort out for meals.

The terrain had shades, cool and calm
Till the sprouted trees fell cursing harm.

The blues sky was high and beautiful
Till it got clogged and demystified too.

The lion lost hope of using its claws
Until the birds fell and began to crawl.

Most silent killers are opportunist
Stealing shines from the worlds greatest…

Most dreams do not turn out to be real
Simply because of the emotions we feel.

My dear, it is not that I can’t stoop so low
“Serious” is not how I phantom life to flow

My prayer is to evade hits, when valleys turn to hills
Smiling while sleeping, hoping the devil’s smell wakes me.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Heave in sight

Born as a man and ruled by my own passion
Even when am economical with little details
The entire picture is not permanently awful
Bypass flaws, bring me up in conversations.

Easy on the eyes, but some times I will fail
To do all you want of me, there is no rule
Burning desires remain my only distraction
Either ways, you mustn’t cut off your fluffy tail.

Though I might have taken my eyes off you
Bored to tears ironically by your godly seduction;
Even when we make mistake writing our love tales
The love stays eternally new, am still into you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Base on principles

Hands on deck,
You call me smart; each time, I
Complete a task…
Am not God;
But, I see things possible,
And doable…

Feed your brain
No man comes to earth filled up
Believe me;
Wisdom is
In heads with brains, so give yours
The best shot….

Nothing more
But with patterns and base on
Principles,
You can do
Just anything you wish to do;
Yes you can.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Instinct pranks

We discover other functions
Of a table during a caution
Hiding underneath it and on top
We sneak between the poles as it pops
It is fair to say, like sun goes out
For another day we run from fight.

A creeping object was on our coach
Thinking it was a brown cockroach…
Many options ran in speed of light
As a response to the flight and fright
Most times we try to shoe running horse
Instead of crosschecking before us.

Swift as a jet, we went on both heels
Funny, but it was an onion peel
At that point, we acted on false alarm
While running, we almost broke an arm
At the end of the day we then smiled
At our stupidity, don’t ask why.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Save another victim

Blood on my hands, only ghosts comprehend
Vouching for a lion action is like defending
Children outside their mother’s womb
I and many others, are buried alive in tomb

Yesterday, I stared at the living dead
It took my strength, several rivers I cried
I tried to scream, I tried stretching my hands
Front and back, he thrust fast and hard.

He got up, tucked his lobe inside his robe
Ripped off, I stared at the miserably ropes
My brain boiled, my heavy heart brawled
As tears dripped, so did my bloods crawl

I had always thought he couldn’t hurt a fly
Little did I know like a fox he was a sly
How could safe haven bring terror to me
…Hi everyone, an angel did this to me!

Stop condemning and casting stones at me
For accusing an Angel who keeps abusing me
Kill me if you may, but save another child
Act now, justice delayed is justice denied.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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