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Let’s not begin again

We let the picture mislead all that saw
Healthy Caterpillar with love for sure
Destined for metamorphosised wonders,
That in time never grew way more fonder.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Disastrous freudian slip

If you see a lonely bunny
Spilling a load of baloney
Don’t believe her red carrots
Grew on a love cut from same cloth
Until the ocean of passion
Ceased to flow in one direction.

I know her and I know her well
When I was there, I couldn’t tell
Not until she said she loves me
Pointing fingers away from me
Calling me her other man’s name
Adding fuel more into the flames.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Water the seed

It seems heaven finds no illicit
In these eras of many deciets.

If the preacher’s acts make you to pout
Know that you are not completely out.

Never you throw away the bible
Just because an angel has fumbled.

Keep watering that your muster seed
Heaven would reward all your good deeds.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Baboon’s wishful thinking

Innovators develop creature’s comfort
Yet no mortal can physically go out of itself
Like bare bodies stripping off its clothes
In deed, ghosted eyes would never have closed.

I wish the Creator was kind on my kind
So we can jump off into any flesh we find
We are monkeys, and not spirits being
Don’t blame us for dying over such a thing.

The Creator’s support carries weight
But I guess He had ran through all the stakes
Knowing that I am so beautiful
Just the way I am…. not beautiful.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

When to stop chasing money

We all did
Travel light
To the world..

Carrying
Only our
Nakedness…

Though all things
Come to end
Here on earth

There are none
That ever
Can complete

The short race
Chasing cash
To an end.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Five Months gone

Sweet Hazel
Daddy’s first girl

Precious heart
God’s perfect art

Greased with oil
Made to allure.

Achilles’s heel
You are to me

Give me five!
Well done my child.

As you crawl
To penny drops

Learn more tricks
Each time you blink…

Five months are gone
Since you were born

You still rock
In all your socks…

Still giggling
And still sucking

Keep growing
And keep glowing

Dad loves you more
Forevermore.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A shot in the dark

I wish I could get to the end of the space
Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face,
Not just the stars and rocks, but to visualize
All the possibilities life can realize…

Maybe I would realize things wide off the mark
And not by blind faith nor whistles in the dark
Aside religions are there aliens up there
Or is it only tailored here on this sphere?

I stay rooted on earth, but I smell a rat
Though imaginary but it is a fact
For answers to be gotten, the end of space
Would have an interpretation of our faith.

But my fate wouldn’t take me to space to smell
The rum, raspberry, gunpowder and steak seared,
Nor unravel the mystery of darkness,
Light’s untold purpose and everything else.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Politics: Let’s face the fact

The origin of inhumanity
And its verified etymology
Is a distraction and contradiction
To the essence of true democracy….
…Hey!!! Enough of those jaw breaking grammars.

Just like the case, of an ugly monkey
And as a mother always love her kids,
I am so compelled to love my Nation
Yet she keeps splashing raw eggs on my face
Saying; “you can’t do more than died rats”.

Each time she does that, a rebel is born
Bad is never good till the worst happens
Of course, Rome wasn’t built in a day, but
The envisaged came from the same kitchen
That shortchanged silver spoons without a spoon.

Fear the men of oaths than those holding guns
They are the sheep outside, but wolves within
Playing, “the more you look, the less you see”
It seems that politics is never clean
More growth, the deeper the sink in the sea.

Ask no questions of egg and the chicken
When both bold and shy crates are empty
And plates have never been graced by proteins;
Politicians meant to serve the people
And not for their self enriching pockets.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Quintessences of love

Are you a deserted island or blue and soaked in tears?
I know of a drug that truly heals the disease soul

Dry bones propels around it even after it being broken
Choked thorax breaths healthily even after it was soldered

It resides by the corner where condemn irons bleed rust
It makes valuable from the core of the iron’s smelted ore

It clears the air, proving there is a soulmate for everyone
It is crazy, it is foolish and worth it when found

For in the furnace of the heart, it is quintessence
And although it makes no sense, it is best explained by itself.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unpack no lies from trolls

To your actions, you are the
Chief cook and bottle washer
Say not, “they said you’re mad”
To the throne, if not first hand
Unpack no lies and rumours
When you know they are lemons
Remember that the stacked cards
Depend on themselves to stand
Just like driving on a road
Your actions may bay for blood
Say not, “they said you’re mad”
To the throne, if not first hand.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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