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The howl at the moon
An empty spoon
And plates forlese
The hard cheese do,
Sequential breed...
Working the room
Pigs lie and kneel...
With a long broom
For onion's peel...
The more they look
The less they see,
Flat the owls hoot
On shriveled trees.
The hope afoot
Suddenly ceased
And stay aloof
The bonnet bees
Shadeless no roof
Too weak to flee...
The bloody coot
Made air not free
Flat goes the oof..
As cost increase
Yet the pigs loot
All breaths with ease.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The era of mist
About a white greenish flag;
Symbolizing endowment
Meant to be inherited…
Soil, air and underground
Blessed with the best ever found
Trenches infantry was born
And to die for its honor,
All the edges are bloodstained
Heroes past will be ashamed
By each dawn, we sink deeper
Catching cruise with the fever…
Patriotism must stay green
Ultimately, I agree
But the love, the strength and faith
I ought to serve with is late.
Looking at the lofty bags
And millions of dirty rags…
Promises float high like mists
We can see but never reach
The suffering in the land
Has totally gone out of hand
Yet we sell our votes and soul
To the bloody dirty pol…
Birthright they claim while they rep
Deaf they play and never help
Corruption trends without fear
Gulping now and future share
At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
But I have lost faith and hope
In both the old and the whelp.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachuwkwu
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Chained colour
A pejorative colour cost a breath
If you dare, for the love, put on a beret!
Whether new or old, bright or faded
The gloom and doom looms in the shade.
Since the leaf turn mafias, and the roses sail,
Ashes float by the hammer and nail
Even the shadows carry an axe
Other shades of the rainbow has a mark.
Today it is racism, tomorrow religion
And a group's love for segregation
The world has never been the same
Ever since humanity became insane.
Like Ukraine has a bitter stain on it
By the political legion that loves a hit,
Watching the sky covered in gloom
And the sands bleed for a crime it has no clue.
If the night comes out with full rack
Fighting any thing that is opaque
Any form of the shade outside its hive
How would we all feel being alive?
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Fates of loo
Just like light to a surface
Casting shadows on all places
Scars, wrinkles and the dents
Of loo all have common end…
If reflections could only speak
So many secrets would be leaked
For every day a child is born
Loo is by the corner hanging on,
Patiently waiting for the time
Sparks of light will cease to shine
Patiently waiting for its torn
In the minds that put dreams on…
Some may spring from carelessness
Others germinate all by chance
Slipping through one’s own finger
To complete recipes of disaster
What an opportunist loo must be
Fighting what was meant to be…
Up in the smoke, throwing towels
Welcoming another troubled bowel
Right on stage, loo seem to call
Giants and ants until they fall,
Its memories are in kicked buckets
And dust covered bodies in caskets…
The grave is where loo has its theme
Echoing from voices of lost dreams
And once another child is born
Like shadows, by their dreams, loo hands on.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Waiting for sunsets
The cock may crow
at the break of dawn
hopeful we are for,
tomorrow’s sun…
There are times I
think about leaving
and where I will be
lost in my sleep
On the thin ice
we are all waiting
like an employee,
for that we reap…
On our payroll
is the same caption:
saying; “when I call,
don’t be stunned“.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Flower and honey
There is a song pleasant to ears
Sprouting from hearts and never ends
In it says of warriors, so strong
Yet the weakest in such a song.
There is a sound that the bees make
Sucking nectars, their wings shake
Making sweet honeys from flowers
Yes, it is built into towers!
There is a voice that sometimes shakes
Pouring questions right to the face
Different tribes but same language
Growing fonder from page to page
There is a touch that makes a poet
Connect to soul on single thought
Whether in air, on land or sea
Love it is, where I rather be.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Growing bond
I have always felt, the ocean is deep
The skies are up and nothing can flip
I felt nothing can halt my wrath from wafting
Until little Hazel, came out stretching
Rare genes translated into a beautiful princess
Quenching volcanic eruption in the process
Smiling like the sun, penetrating with ease
Oh yes, I love her with every fiber of my being
And ever since she came into my world,
I became a child and a clown with a bond.
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Red orange Delilah
Heaven may see through my corrupt thoughts
And the point where my conscience got burnt...
Until it sees a beauty with grace and elegance
Making a statement; fall or take a chance...
Heaven may erase my name from the book of life
But I await the judgement after my demise
For there is a perspective of sin I have seen
That justifies impermissible carnal sin.
Heaven knows that even immortals
Can't take their stainless eyes off her
Her body configuration do not hide
The amazing workshop where God's craft abide
Heaven knows that her skin is as soft as a wool
Red orange Delilah meant for Samson's Waterloo...
I know in heaven my thoughts are condemned
But with her, I would rather stay as damned.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s diary: World’s greatest daughter
Staring at an infancy
I could smell her fantasies
And wonders of her dreams,
Walking through the autumn leaves.
With innocence at its peak
Belly laughing, at a trick
When she chuckles, I chuckle
When I guffaw, she guffaws.
She fetches the handkerchief
To dry tears on others cheek
She is a tower of strength
God bless her future friends…
There seems to be so much joy
Watching her pet her own toys
Pampering them like they breath
Dancing to songs and the beats
She reminds me time does flies
Reciting nursery rhymes
Watering flowers in jars
Bringing back the nostalgia.
Her mindset is an atlas
Running around with sparklers
Best part is when she calls me;
“Da.. da.. dad” exhorting me.
She is my first noble prize
More than it meets the eyes….
Of a billion, she chose me
And I like how great it feels.
Like the breeze from the ocean
Cooling soul with such passion
I’m proud to be the father
Of the world’s greatest daughter.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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