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Category Archives: Synecdoche

Don’t close those eyes

Soon you will be off an infant cloth
And may encounter storms, dirt and rust

Some achievements may seem a mirage
Unachievable until success emerge

Some days stale may be crystal clear
And the heart would harbor a million fear

Dear, just like the cows are sometimes farrow
Tomorrow comes with its own sorrows

Showing forth its negative signs
But whenever the sun refuse to shine

Cry, but don’t loss hope in things you do
The adage, “Light at the end of the tunnel” is true

Darkest hour is always before the dawn
It springs eternal and hits a home run

The suspense it showers deep into life
Doesn’t mean you should forever shut those eyes.

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blurt out

Let the pages fly and spread their wings
Let my spilled inks make millions to think
It is plain and simple, hope it sinks
“All man has his fault”, the song I sing…

Some make angels to cry a river
Wrecking the cake not worth the candle,
I have made words fly off the handle
Like bullets from a trigger finger.

I have made unspeakable remarks
Awful, but to some I am proud of
Like daring heads and shoulders above
To stop picking paper over cracks…

On a wrong foot I might have stood firm
I am sorry it was all my fault
In life, there are few things I regret
But not the words blurted out in poems.

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Let’s not go back to 2020

There was blood between two greens,
After the peace and unity disagreed
The young bloods came out singing
With purpose as they were marching.

The birds hummed promises to fix the error
Yet they changed the name “error” to “terror”
Was it that, the protest had no direction?
Or was it just another, pull them down syndrome?

Answers came from centres that began to tear
Forming thick black fumes in the air
As properties and structures were set ablaze
Insane it was, seeing anyone truly amazed.

Many young bloods came out stretching their claws
In a once peaceful protest turned to war…
Lost was the hope that was left
After the trained turtles sprayed bullets.

Indeed tempos arose, in all directions
The birds announced there would be sanctions
But the rage of terror never ceased
Into the streets, more turtles were lunched

To calm things down, and maybe to shoot again…
In all, the greens and white were in pains
Seeing their characters loss global integrity
As the pawns were out absolutely in disunity

Those who had, and had nothing to lose brought knives
And most behaved like they had nine lives
Beheaded, but survived the many lies
From the birds, who sang, “no pawn ever died”

Politicians are all the same over the world
But for humanity we ought to build great walls
With peace and progress, yet we take a wrong path
Whereas just two Kings in chessboard is a still mate.

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dire straits

In the jungle I am told never to rush,
I am told to always take things slow,

Before my eyes, I miss so much,
Yet, I am compelled to let them go

That if they were truly mine,
Back to me, they will always find…

I have never been really fine
Not taking courage in both hands

Outcome has been wide off the mark
Being civil and gentle truly fits

But I have nothing, when unpacked
Aside grasses growing under my feet.

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Northeast Terrorists

You have a lot to answer
For rampage of another
Forcing kids to wear the kits
Of rapes, kidnaps and the slits.

Coldblooded!! because you can…
No one man, has a lifespan
To forever breath on earth,
Conscience ought to be the girth

Holding firm the human race
But you’ve chosen to misplace
Priority for your gain
Like you are some hurricane

Destroying anything you touch,
Those that survive use a crutch….
What do you gain taking turns
When watched kettle never boils?

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Goodbye 2020

Like the dogs do howl
Mourning, gazing at the sky
I weep, waiting for a new year
Hoping it ends the fear…
It is not that I am scared
But I am really scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Lungs are gasping,
Caskets were selling,
Antisocial, a new norm
So humanity don’t disappear
I am not scared
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

The untraceable chuckles
From muted giggles
Made goose bumps to find
Its way all over my skin
I am not scared
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

This year has left a mark
Aside being in the dark
Lockdown and deprived.
…Who can boast of not
Being “really” terrified?
Would next year be worst?
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Tears burst through
Like a million worms
Crawling out so fast
Like lightening
From every pores
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Amidst the confusion
Came the massacre
Of underdogs protesting,
Demanding justice
From the fat lying pigs
Who unleashed the dragons
When all they wanted; was,
Injustice to come to an end.

In it, new kids were born
Yet the whirling mischief
From the blind bats and pigs
Threatens to spread forth
As a second wave
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Inside my head plays
So many uplifting songs
Each time the pandemic
Comes as a comical music
I am not scared
I am not scared
I just can’t wait for 12am
To scream: “happy new year!!!

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

Are we actually independent?

We are celebrating sixty,
Yet there are no basic amenities,
Nigeria!! In her house is where I grew up,
Everyday she worsens, I am fed up.

Actually, not that I am fed up
Loving my Nation but individuals
And their never sustaining mentality
Killing the fishes till streams are empty…

Things fall apart, and when the center holds
They personally force the head and tails
To think and act in total disunity;
So her future would turn ashes on the tray.

I am fed up on individuals and how they feel
Nonchalant, not paying utility bills
Whether things are epileptic
Or functional as they seek..

I am fed up on every individual
Who live their lifespan as bandits,
Cheats, acting like an ugly vulture
Disturbing the peace of the Nation.

I am fed up on the recycling leaders
Who take turns enriching their selves
At the expense of the masses
Who are not skipping corruption classes.

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

Wonderful Vincent

Around me, there is this solace like a twilight
With intensity like the tropical Sunlight

When I am down, I believe a break of dawn
Would spring forth through the paths my faith has drawn

I believe tomorrow is as beautiful as the stars
Whether the unsaved tears never dries from my eyes

Challenges are mischievous like Satan’s storm fart
But it carves me, into a wonderful piece of art.

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

Sonnets: Marry you, some day…

I know your dad do not like me
And I know your mum detest me

I used to have this self control
Avoiding critics and their trolls…

I am in love, it is a fact…
At the paradise of my heart,

Where I ought to apply caution
Lust’s sentiments and obsession,

Makes my head go over my heels
And I don’t care what they feel…

Even when it is all taboo,
As long as it is all for you

Cats will always look at the king
But no setback will break my ring.

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

Inner content

I am a man whose thoughts and foods
Are; “good walls makes good neighbors”
So I can’t break it to you
Fools like me respect boundaries.

With my foolishness comes a soul
Akin to no beau monde blitz…
Without sight there is no offer
If only the face behoves me

I don’t like an empty tea
Beauty is only a skin deep
And when it speaks it should show all
All the hats including cattles.

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