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Letter to a King and Kingdom

Verse I

The gods are wise; they say
Purple blood is a name,
Running in thrones; not nays…
It is always fatal
When a bloody mortal
Challenges immortals…

Today, moral values
And ethics are fallen
To an unspeakable
Point where folks drag their King
To the mud, and still sting
Threatening to cut his wings.

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The lookalikes

From the rocks of all ages,
I can not distinguish
Parent birds and offsprings
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of

But how do lovers choose
A lookalike for rings,
When taking the glove off
Further bending the truth
That; “one plus one is one”

Many differ from Adam
But after knotting ties
They get two gifts in lieu
One from kids of the womb
Second comes up in grey.

I have seen a balance
From produce of unions,
Between mother and child,
Yet at the other edge
You see features of dad.

If you are Mr. Thomas
Take a walk down the park
Watch families merry
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of.

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

Two homeless men

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
Under the sun and moon light
You seem not worried at all
I see your barefooted print
A thousand miles, yet you smile.

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I see you catching a nap
With no mattress and pillow
I wonder how you got here
As an image of sorrow.

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I see you clear like crystal
But I say no word to you
I baffle how you manage
To squeeze in bins when it rains…

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I wish I could talk to you
Perhaps help you in any way
But I am like you, homeless
And my life is torn apart.

©2020 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The death race

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Away from varying slates
At some point in this race
According to our fate
We shall be called, “it or late”.

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Into a distant land
According to God’s plan
So live life like you can
Today hop on the van.

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
To a place from the clay
And illusions of rays
Coming from yesterday
It might be yours today,

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Dwelling in shadow’s scene
Swimming in fearless stream
Yes, it is finish line;
Realm of forever dream.

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

Best outfit

Hope you know the best outfit when all
Is cold like a snow or extreme hot
Like the Sun is not pride nor coward?

There are times when the sky would fall down
And the ground would not be kind to hide
You from the shame, and the disaster…

There are times when nothing goes as planned
Yet the day wouldn’t end as a dream
Instead like sun, it heightens and rises.

And such times, ropes may come for the blue
Beside notes but somehow I wish you
Write poetry and change the whole story

Knowing that the tears are temporary
And suicide is no option at all
Drop the ropes, joy will come at the dawn.

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

Rare African Ray

Africa has seen
Horrifying moments
Destroy her fragile hearts
We still do…

And we still believe
That a dawn will bring forth
A ray to extinguish
This darkness.

Africans have been
Hoping for the longest
Dared, but it is the least
We can do…

And we still believe
That a ray can direct
All our paths and lead us
To greatness.

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

Why do gods extend left hands?

At first, with a right hand
The gods gave a large farm
All sorts of essential plants
And made them to grow well.

These plants were varied
Just like the five fingers
But they had such a beauty
In their great diversities.

Record books postulated
A bountiful harvest
The store rooms were expanded
Not until, one fateful day,

The same immortal gods
Whose benevolence poured
From their powerful right hand;
Extended their very left hand

Then from another end
The ice cap began melting
And the great Sea’s level
Tremendously grew

Birthing a stubborn flood
That came with a full force
From the coast, without fear
Wiping away the entire farm.

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

Cradle cuddle

You make me look stupid
Losing my composure
I am privileged having
You, that I am sure…

Your magnanimity
Can not be measured
It makes the stars to
Lose their cynosure.

Hotter than the Sun
It is my pleasure
Holding a beautiful soul
Covered from exposure

By a spotless nascent skin
Fresh and soft in texture;
Nothing beats the feeling
Cuddling my own treasure.

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

Welcome to puberty

Darling, welcome to puberty
Age of maturity and liberty
In a world so damn beautiful
Filled with lots to grab and chew.

Darling, you have all it takes
To even cause an earthquake
Well, when harmful rays come out
Be fast and nimble to jump out.

Darling, as it all pronounces
Be ready for lustful glances
And as you fall in heart’s nest
Be ready for what may come next.

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

The road cries

Carols by the candles
Celebrating a cradle
Atmospheric wonders
Gives the heart a ginger
This is just the reason
The road cries this season.

Ribbons decorating
Christmas trees glittering,
Fireworks and knockouts
Are madness people front…
This is just the reason
The road cries this season.

With an intrigued pupil
The festivities pulls
People burning fossils
In their automobiles
This is just the reason
The road cries this season.

There are massive movements
Just to have that moment
A moment of Christmas,
And a new year at last;
This is just the reason
The road cries this season.

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