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Hazel’s Diary: 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

Hazel’s Diary: Veracious

The love mum pours on her
Makes me think, she goes far…

From her mum, she begins
Hazel my daughter wins

Slashing all that we shared
Including loving care…

Though it is between us
Since she came, I feel lost

But frankly speaking she
Lit up my soul within..

I get green with envy
Yet she is my baby

You need to see the force
She applies when she sucks…

Time flies, and it is true
Guess it ends as she chews

But until then she sucks
Voraciously like ducks

I love that between us
Not that I am jealous.

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

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.

(more…)

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

Life after graduation

Million candles burnt
To realize a dream
I was the best there was
And I knocked giants down
Back in school days.

They really craved to be me
And have all skills I acquired….
But each time they attempted
My steel fist sent them packing
Back in school days.

Definitely I was born
To become the greatest of all
Even the thunder trembled
And Earthquake feared me,
Back in school days

But now fast forward
To the days way after
My blood and sweat poured
Just to reach the peak, after life
Back in school days.

Upon getting there, I discovered
That the world was peaceful
For a Warrior of my skills
And I couldn’t fit in like I did
Back in school days…

The more I tried to communicate
I sounded like an Alien
And I had to bend a kneel for
The leaders, the same folks I won
Back in school days…

But a voice whispered in my ear,
“My dear, you are a warrior
Jobless or not, to be a warrior
You do not need war, like
Back in school days”.

©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

A voice from Nigeria

Nothing will make me grab a rope
Just because my world hit the slope
I might have not been to Europe

But I do not have to go suicidal
Just because of someone else’s potential
Although I have not been to Asia

But before Butterfly was Caterpillar
I have to grow and not think of Antarctica
In Africa, for I have not been to Australia

Nothing will make me empty a bar
Simply because I have no luxury car
I might have not been to America

But my ink and papers have traveled
And my poetic voice have been heard
By different races across the world.

©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

Sonnet: Revisiting Gifts

While I am overwhelmed by these gifts
Coming from past, sweet words and texts
During Christmas and my birthdays
Surprises that came with ribbons
Pockets filled with fat envelopes
And buckets of consumables
I am grateful for those moments.

All these stickers on souvenirs
Gotten from events in the past
Brings a flashback with some teardrops
Though I do not anticipate
Being here forever on earth
I revisit, for I can not forget
Sweet memories I find in gifts.

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