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Rigged
The harder they pound;
The wiser the new age
Who held out flags and cards...
Ranting, "we want change..!"
Out on boulevards
Breaking loose from cage...
Not to beg for food
Nor to see a fake mage...
On unfamiliar shade
We became more encouraged
Now the harder we pound
The rougher the old age...
In all certitude
Enough of the mortgage
Sweat, tears and blood
Drips from our bandage
On Obi wave, we rode
He was at an advantage
And certainly the best to amend
And get us out of bondage...
We had to vote out the olds
Who ate into our wage
We came out in flood
But the old tore our page.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The hypersensitive child
I hear the mumbles and whispers I hear you say I am a broken fry And I am weird when I laugh or cry I know you know where babies come from And imprints shouldn't be abnormally formed For me, epigenetics didn't skip a turn. I am a crude combination Of the worst, you can ever mention So your assumptions are not fictions Though, I am not meant for mockery Neither do I expect your sorry I am still me, not a forgery. Can I crave your indulgence, As I take you through my trance, Themed, "the scary entrance" ... Most fetus growing in the uterus Sense their parent's splendid love, All I sensed was a holy terror Coming from two adults fighting. In the bump, I was frightened Their utterances were words too many The pains I felt were hard to bear I tried to run away from the fear But each time I did, it reappeared. I can't say who was right or wrong Nor who first spat the bitter tongue For they both played an unpleasant song.. In it, drowning the fragile fetus Hence for the fear, I metamorphosed Into shell traits that best fits us, Just like falling objects to gravity My weird hypersensitivity Was expressed from such calamity. Now tell me, to what extent Can your words make me feel hurt When I know the source of my defects And tragically, nothing I can do Especially when I was birthed so In spite of that, to love my parents too... Finally, I can barely sleep at night Knowing an unborn, would pick up the fright From pregnant parents who just love to fight. ©2022 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Twice Broken: Tears of Adedamola
His heart is where my life lies
Supplier of stomach butterflies
Nanya is the air I breath
My sugarplum, so I thought….
Until clogs fell off my eyes.
I went through hell for him
I drained my blood for him
The love I showed was extreme
Loving the rhythms in his hymns
A fugitive I became for him
And an enemy to my family…
For his flight, I gave him feathers
And medicines when he shivered
All I saw was love not obvious blunders
We were meant to be stupid together
And not the type of friends and lovers
That come around only in fair weather.
Through thick and thin he vowed to stay
Assuring me to watch my head and tail
Praying that God should copy my clay
And gift us a beautiful Angel some day
Yet he chose to go the other way,
My love and our bump he betrayed…
All I became was a vase of regret
With tall shadows of the past
Building large tents in my heart
I have forever chosen to detest
And will never forgive nor forget
The beast I once loved and lost!
I was broken mentally to bones
Nine months gone all alone
Happy I made me a clone
A beautiful Princess for a throne
But each time I look at her eyes
The hate of Nanya shows up in my heart!
I was nothing but a pregnant cloud
All seasons, I cried out loud
Compelling God to take my life
Staring at her while holding a knife
I wondered what would become of her
Putting her in the way of harm…
It is like I hibernated in a hole
She gave me a reason to pick up hoe
For the morrows I bent to sow
But today dies before tomorrow
Sprouting forth from sorrows
And the wet tears in my pillow
Not pillow but precisely
Rags and cartons beside me
Gathered under the bridge
And sometimes found digging ridge
If suffering ever had a badge
I was its school of knowledge
No roof over our dirty heads
But claws of pain left as scars
Inside and outside of me;
I am Adedamola but where is,
The crown mixed with riches?
ijiya!!!!
Now I am not talking about love
But a life hijacked to solve
Most times we had pots and stove
With no food, but where do I go?
When all I know and,
The road home forbids me!
I know that a rose that lost it pedals
Can bloom again but my hopes are decayed
And gone to the great beyond…
If my reality is a scary dream
The dreamer will pass on
Way before he tries to scream
If only I could turn back the hand of time
I would have skimmed off long time ago
And now the pain I have to forever bear
Is an utterance that ends with a hiss
Being a victim in an accident scene
Nanya the driver and Kiki casualty.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Welcome son (Ehi’yem’ofe)
The gate was dilating
Ten fingers were waiting
To unwrap the present
The Lord God hath sent...
Twenty twenty two,
The date was twentieth
That night, Angels sang
The sweetest of melodies.
Tangential at its best
The clock slowly ticked
Tumult and pains intensified
Till quarter past twelve
Ten centimetres attained
Ten tactical fingers partook
The Apple tree whirled
Torrid but kept on pushing...
Tranquility swung by briefly
Turning tension into sugar,
The cry for life was heard
There were nothing paid in exchange!
Tidied up by the midwives
There were no tags attached
Therefore, call him 'Ehiyemofe' !
The Lord hath freely given.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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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Caduceus and sawbones
I have tried to fix the broken allure
And was the only one obeying the laws
I have had hopes in hopeless times
I guess this place is not of mine..
Now I hear the calls of the white rain
And the cravings of my hot vein
I know all that the ancients say
About the hunter that lost his way
It isn’t worth it, if it leaves my hand
So worryless of that I left behind
To catch the horse, follow the neigh
Truth is bitter, this city is a fray
No disrespect to my background
But I rather my own kind of way
Not dancing underneath the sun
Whereas my destiny loiter in soil.
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Onyeche Vincent Onywkachukwu
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Water from flame
I know right now all you see,
Is a boundless flowing sea
With an admirable color blue,
Prestigious depth and volume
Pure allure, but on the contrary
The tenacity of flames created me.
New may be waves that is found
But I am far from being brand
Before the flakes was my void
Non-existence avioded shores
Until the event of fire came
With a snuggling red hot flame.
Burning out, covered in smoke
Facing sweet tragedy evoked
Carnage like never before
Consuming bones, flesh and sore
Encrypting; "let there be ash
Burrowing like the sands of ants".
I went through the worst of drills
Wondering what hell might be
Floating, I felt like the air
Following the rhythm and the cheer
Of the naked flames as they came
Embracing the outcome of my fate.
Deep inside the carnage I saw
Was a chemistry full of claws
But, out of the blues, came vapour
The substance I emerged from;
Although the fire event burnt
All of me, in its rage I was born
In nutshell, I learnt a lot of things
Never cowed by what fear brings
Problems may arise but beside it
Lies the solution to resolving it
Someday we will be gone with the wind
It doesn't mean we shouldn't face what life brings.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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On your sickbed
Wish I knew tricks
evading the demise
before it knocks,
it is you I will hide,
breaking shadows and scythe
right here on earth.
I wish I had
firsthand information
of He who baked
all breath, and the oceans
I would come proposing
on your behalf…
I wish I had
powers to control time,
I shall rewind
timelines right on my palm
solving your health issues
will be my aim…
I wish I had
power to heal the sick
and not just shed
tears, through the thin and thick
watching you go
grey there on a sickbed.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Jars of scars
A round of applause for my skin
That tells of places that I’ve been
The pinching pains witnessed and seen
As an adult and as a teen
Battles I won and didn’t win
Are fulcra of my flapping wings
I’ve been battered by troubled seas
Lost my feathers and lost my fins
Scratched by tiggers, smoked by kilns
Picking stains that can’t be cleaned
I’ve lost my nails in quaking scenes
Under the bridge is where I’ve been…
I’m a board of bruise and blisters
Gotten from sharks and accipiters
I’ve swam in the deadliest waters
Precluding weights on my shoulders
Shedding sweats and making blunders
I’ve bled on all stones and flowers
Even on same spots and corners
That gave me scars I remember
Round of applause for the monster
Who happens to be a painter,
I see him now as a teacher
And judge him not by his cover…
Lessons I learned from all my scars
Are never the same in my jar
Not even an exploding maar
Or scars firm as harmattan cheddar
Wider than oceans or dark as tars
Can stop me from loving these scars
Outward or within, low or high
On the verge of life’s draining bars
I don’t care if a trocar
Comes plucking off all I garnered;
A life lived without scars and chars
Is like being a stringless guitar.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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