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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

Patience of death

I am astound 
by its composure;
cool, calm and collected
it consumes treasures…

On a daily,
against it, I bet
slowly making hay
before the sunset

Hey! judge me not,
we all are gamblers
staking differently
hoping to gather!

You’ve guessed right,
in this game of card
we all want to win
and not say; “last card”

Gazing at our doors
frozen death must feel,
waiting like a dog
to tell an ordeal.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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

Beyond sane minds

There are people 
who are crumbled
Gone bananas
losing marbles

Seeming normal
but in a mess
Each time their mind
is put to test

Some are nutty
as a fruitcake
And may not know
Is all it takes

There are people
with ropes and knifes
Guns and poisons,
taking their lives

Some are confused
so lost within
Some regular
with wetting chins

See, life is hard
there ain’t no doubt
But in the dark,
mind is the light

And ought to be
A docile sea
Where storms may come,
But wait and see

For droplets lost
will be renewed
And even when
you’re feeling blue

Fallen to pieces,
Or ship capsized
Do not think of
shutting those eyes

Should you be a
giver of pain
I guess you have
to change that name

Not all insane
roam in the streets
Help those you see,
regain their sights.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


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

Hazel’s diary: Forever heart


Life has no manual but a daughter
That would one day become a mother
But before the bloom hits her flower

I play catcher with her all the time
Reciting old and new nursery rhymes
She is my kid, my friend and a gem

Just like sunshine to the moonlight
My face she brightens and mood she lifts
Laughing like a drain all day and night

All in one and a heart warmer
Privileged am I, as a father
To a truly beautiful daughter

She makes me feel a certain way
While watching her grow everyday
Into a beautiful art of clay

One day she may outgrow my lap
And the ride she does on my back;
All I know is; our love will never slack.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beclouded rose

Starring in the roles of ecstasies
Are bewitching flowers from precious trees
That exists in the sacred rhapsodies
Of fickle hearts catching pitter-patter,
From the styles and stigmas that deters
Immortals from grace as they pander.

This very pedal has an inner beauty
That conforms not with confidentiality
Instead her fragrance, in high velocity
Make the honeycombs to never run dry
As it willingly dispenses cravings into beehives
Transmitting signals stamen long to have.

This flower is configured to shine and rule
Her pride rests on her own receptacle
She’s beauty personified, yes it’s true
Like Aphrodite’s in reincarnation
Stretching back from time of creation
Till now, none can compete with her perfection

Aside the artifact in the treasure chest
Inside the ecstasy, she appears stainless,
Big and soft, classy and simple, yet complex
As her shadow, I’ve seen her naked by the mirror
Intently conceiving herself a pure allure
Whereas outside the illusion she has many scars and errors.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lost in void

Stay focus no matter what
Posterity is a needle eye
Only the right and just
Would eventually pass through,

No matter the circumstances
Wrong is wrong and it is
As big as an elephant…
But, how can I stay on course

When an impeccable carnage
Of distraction keeps hovering
With a million booby traps
Over me from page to page,

Hunting my mental health and
Making me a caricature while
An Elephant passes through
The tiny eye of a needle.

The masquerades no longer dance
To tones in the market square
But to the vibrations of money;
No wonder my soul left my flesh

Distancing itself from my falls…
And the shames of the cruel worms
In my stomach drumming and
Releasing hits songs back to back…

How can I stay on course
Paddling in a troubled sea
Misled by credible wind of sail
And a devoted broken compass,

Into a world of negative trends
Where every wrong is praised
And right is stoned to death
Or possibly aborted before birth…

How can I! When I am startled
In the dark, by my own shadow,
And a voice within me that echoes
My failures every break of dawn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Depth of sheds

Sirens wailing
Choppers hovering,
Nigeria
Now a war zone!

We were once one
Inseparable
Nigerians
Not anymore…

It hurts so bad
I do love the name
Nigeria
But not the pain…

Thousands as much
We work for peanuts;
Nigeria!
… Hate us that much?

Should we reject
Being born in here;
Nigerians
Or fix it all?

Who is to blame
Geo-region, tribes,
Nigerians
Smiling in pains?

Millions suffer
Dying of hunger;
Nigerians
Still kill their selves.

Oh yes, we know
Change is gradual;
Nigeria
We pay our dues

Yet you make it
Insignificant;
Nigerians
You scare away.

I am so soaked
Not in tears of joy;
Nigeria
But common pains

I wish I shed
A Crocodile’s tears
Nigeria
Each time you bled…

But I love you
Magnanimously
Nigeria
Reasons I cry…

These my tears are
Not from romances of
Nigerians
Nor their heartbreaks…

But from the fall
Of an iroko tree;
Nigeria
Heading down south

Stretching my hands
Unable to help
Nigeria
And help myself.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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