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If you were born
With a silver spoon

And never sweated
For golds and burgers

Remember those born
Under the poon

Nothing is wasted
Be a helper.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Terrified by the bushbaby’s cry

I could hear the cries
Whose baby is it?
I bet you, the tears
Dropping can fill pits.
In an awkward state
Could it be witches
I reached for my faith…
Praying it all cease
My heart became ice
Froze by many please.

I could hear the cries
Could it be a child
I just could not see..
In darkest of nights
Under the lime tree
Superstitions say
It kills who it sees
In I had to stay
I chose not to be
The brave knight, tonight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mood so swung

Have you ever had moments
That aren’t about regrets
Nor desiring time rewind
So to undo an ill act…

Have you ever had a rage
Burning within at some stage
When you just couldn’t pinpoint
From where the mood swings and drifts…

And, have you ever been asked
Why you are moody and sad
But you just have no answer
To why joy became lesser.

Am I alone in such world
Where moods flush like floods
Washing the subconsciousness
To the state of happiness.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Hidden in clothes

Wrapped up in clothes
Hiding all but I know
How steaming hot you are.

Each time I see a flame
I always visualize you;
Volcano heat you emit…

Even as you hide in clothes
Your charisma make it show
There ain’t no one hotter

Dear, you are the picture
Definition of fire
All that I ever desired.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Terrorist

The blades of leaves dries up and falls
To feed livestock, I gather the hay
Seen animals die, but I never took a life
Just a farmer, who so loves his farm
Blood on my hand, can’t hurt a fly…

Love and peace, I often preach
Till two bulls rammed each other
Splashing streams and unsettling dust
Thunder stroke, even the earth quaked
My home they had picked, as battlefield

I am not a bull, neither a soldier
But here I stand, with a shotgun
Dewy-eyed, oh yes! I am naive
Staring at titans as they set ablaze
My ponds, my ranch, my barns and my silos

Screaming and pleading, but they thrust-
-Spears and arrows, I manage to dodge
Both end sees me as an opponent
The chase continues for me, the ant
Whose guilt is; building a beautiful hill

Sad to see all my effort collapse
In the hands of two unrelated bulls
If one die, maybe the battle would end
Dared and caught up in the middle of it,
I can’t help myself but pull the trigger.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The symptom

Two legs in one
Trouser and pants
She thrust words as
Arrows and spears…

Some times tears melt
Mountains of ice
Some times the tears
Refuse to pour

Instead it falls
Like collapsed walls
Picking the tooth
Meal or no meal…

Digging deep holes
The blood gush out
In response to
A broken heart

Dumbs, can not speak
Some times they rap
When pain hits peak
In sorrow wraps…

At times we men,
Turn good women
Into awful
Terrible nags.

The neighbor hears
Parrots and dogs
Next time when we
Say she has changed

Firstly; let us,
Correct our wrongs
We are diseases
Her nag; symptoms.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Logical Question

Who made evil
Who made the ghost
Of what purpose
Do we all breath
When at the end
We all shall ghost..

Out of His image
We were created.
But some are sweeter
Others are hotter
Individuals
Varies in likes.

He created the earth
And other bodies
Around the sun
In the middle
Of thick darkness
An endless space…

Please do not point
Or refer me to
The book of John
Or Genesis
I wanna know
Who created God?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

God in every breathe

Far from dimming lights
But procreativity,
There are traits of God
Seen in every breathe.

Astonished, how amazingly,
Animals can be.
A dog would guide
Humans so jealously.

In the green grass plots
Existence can be felt,
Like bouquet of roses,
His pleasant love radiates.

Aside lands, even in air
There are traits of Him
Seen in the form of doves
So calm, peaceful and fair.

Troubling no entity
There are beautiful butterflies
Like His wonders, the fireflies
Go lightning with no hostility.

Taking a deep dive in oceans
And seas, no scout can gain
A full knowledge and cognition
Of His treasures and funds

Sharks come for flesh and blood
But each time I see the noesis
Of Dolphin’s, coming to rescue
I recall, He is a helping God.

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

Closed book

Am I the only one in an unspeakable scruple?
Abducting are my faith in praying mountains
Asking questions of many uncertainties.

Signs of end times are manifesting
Same phrase in the ice and stony age
Spinning spontaneously along the twenties.

Patience is now a collapsing mountain
Pro-rata; many gone waiting; please forgive me
Pardon my forsaken sincere curiosity

Avail me answers to these spiritual confusions
Are we left on earth to flourish or perish?
Are we alone in individual trance of existence?

Without Him coming, just our beguiling self-esteem
Waking up to never; when we kick buckets;
Wandering around the charms of a closed book

Yet sleeping in conundrum and enigma of breath
You pretentious humans know what I am saying,
Yahweh please! Open the book for the bigots.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ode of earth

Can I crave your indulgence
To take you all, back in time
When the world was large and just
A virgin newly formed from dust…

Ancients we may name her now,
Then, She was freshest of nouns
For everything about her body
Had the taste of milk and honey.

Treasures and laws; irregular orders
Hence, for fleshy greed of genders
She became as loosed as a mush.
Didn’t the Creator stand and watch,

While emperors ripped and tore her pants
Grabbing all her succulent body parts
Ramming and raping her brutally….
Well; She spread and moan in jubilee.

All the ill they did her, She did not charge
They even stole her lands, wide and large
Building up the wealthy family roots
While the pure and just, fell and rot.

The ancient days, that once were
Filed its knives for striping her wears
And when they did, she echoed their tales
Singing; great warriors, who never fell.

Innocent necks these great warriors slit
She called weaklings, cowards, and unfit.
To all their tears that came in as flood
She open her mouth and swallowed the blood.

From colored dye, time removed the chrome
Like menstrual cycles; her off has come
The echoes of her voice now resounds
No more violence please, no more bloods

Seems she has seen all parts of the movies
She now distinguishes friends and enemies
Coming to her full senses about existence
She speaks against excuses and false pretense

For these current days, the terrorist
Have same fanatical mayhem mentality
That emperor of ancient rocks had swung
But She says, I’m time, I always change.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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