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This year’s fear

This year bore the low and high
Tearing down flames in the sky.
But I swam like sharks through tides
Beneath the oceans, no fears to hide.

Though trespassing, I had churns
Thrusting up, to face the fears
But I made whirlwinds to turn
By telling myself never to burn.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

We will be great

Wipe the stake clean repeatedly
When we lodge in a failed eventful inn,
Daydreaming of times we shall dine
Drinking rich wines, counting numerous dimes….

But as at now, our heads we bow
Bridging cables, standing far from swindles
For our hustle, we burst bubbles
Faces mop and mow, as all eyes gaze like owls.

Anxious to know when pains shall craft
A gain so great, to make us prominent
Living in here, please have no fear
Let’s endure scoff and jeer, till it cheers.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Racing in existence

On your marks, set…
….You are just cells
Only a sperm
On rehearsals
Running on heels
To make the list
Of many faces.

Life is a race,
Your parents are
To call the shots…
Distance we run
Varies in tracks
Individual
Oh.. destiny.

Put on a fight
To be the best
End matters most
More than the start;
The finish line
May sometimes come
With its regrets..

Especially
When the sweet race
Is but half length,
Chunky and short
Or so tragic.
That is the point
We know as death.

And every day
I often pray
And say; “His grace”
For finish line
To have a tune
So I can reach,
Not anytime soon.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Caught in the middle

One tunnel, two ends with so many bends
And piercing needles, caught in the middle
Where each of them say; theirs is the right way.

Joy and bridle, religion they fiddle
With bends of believes and needles of grieves
In tunnel called earth, two ends; life and death.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dear Child; work and pray

Dews can be the sweats
Dropping from the efforts
Put into a plan
Or it could be God’s plan

When the leaves are all
About to dry, and fall
There comes a tiny fog
Keeping it wet, for long….

Trees that hide in shades
Are those that gets short changed.
Dear child, look outside
For results search and find.

I know you are good
At the things that you do;
But, pray that the dews
Will always fall on you.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Her Joy in Anticipation

White dress of love in fire
As a result of desires
Creating bonds eternal
There she smiles forever.

It is true what they say
That the most happy day
For a lady is the day
She is dressed in the gown

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Enraptured

It must be drunk, or maybe drugged,
Walking on air; no single fear
I relocated to higher grounds …
… Seventh heaven when love happened.

My new found wine brings me cloud nine
And in my head, her voices I hear
Comes with a bliss making me miss
Her tone of voice, she is my choice.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A wait too long

I have stood, walked, ran, slept and worked
I have waited, for the trains and jets
Till my bold fell, and frets swelled
It goes begging for a bargain
In success songs, I wait too long.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lament of a creator

I created a ball around orbits
Different points varied in heat
Also, by cold; on same region
I placed two folks, opposite sex
Same skin, same hairs and I was served…

But their children, explored the ball
And lost in touch of their parents
And that they thought on origin.
Each that settled on vary spots
Was changed by cold and toned by heat.

They all forgot the one language
Of peace, and love their parents spoke
And they called me different names.
As their roots changed, did their believes
Now my image has many names.

They oppress different linguist
They shove themselves for tradition
They fight themselves hurting sisters
Killing brothers all in my names
And the culture they even lost.

If they understood, that there is
A common link and origin
They would not fight, but who would learn
Or listen to my loud thunder cry
And feel my sorrow when it rains…

Even when I tell then, the blunt truth
On origin of tribes, and the strides
That brought about different skins,
Hairs, languages and religions
They will still call me a fake god.

Whereas I am still the creator
And they, the product of my hands
Who prefer to use my name but
Searching for me they throw me out
When they get close to finding me.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Refrain for peace

Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist and others
Battle over an ideology tagged by doctrines…
Killing one another; I can’t take it no more.
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Over the world, in your homes or neighbors
An invisible enemy; poverty and hunger,
Keeps winning as children are dying
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Parents are crying, yet you fight over doctrines
That were here in rock of ages before you were born.
And would still be, after you are gone
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Without life there will be no doctrine reader,
Yet for the doctrine, you rake and take lives;
When all doctrines have some common lines
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

The world is older than you, the Creator sees
So practice that you preach, show love to one another,
Irrespective of denominations, cultures and traditions…
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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