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Corona: Our Inhumanity
Would the sun ever regain her brighten?
Would corona coronation stop being heightened?
Yes, it is taking souls and instilling fear
No one wants common cough to come near
Just a mere sneeze yet we run fast for our dear lives
And at times I wish the pandemic truths were all lies…
Ever since we activated social distance, and lockdown mood
Stocking the entire house with stuffs and foods
The chances of death by malnourishment increased
The tiny flowing love in our healths suddenly ceased
Though both the rich and the poor became leveled
The greed and love of money refused to bend a kneel.
Man’s inhumanity to humanity is just beginning
The price of commodities are skyrocketing
All for the sake of the deadly virus combat
Which rumours have it that it came from Chinese’s bats
But that is not the topic I speak of right now
Neither is it the honest reason why I frown
Hold on, why is the mind of mankind filled with dark chars
Gathering wealth in times of war, everyone keeps going far
Obviously, humans and Devils are so much alike
Ever thought; “what if I don’t make it out alive
Would I take these money bags with me to the grave”?
If the answer is no; I see no reason for an inhumane crave.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Corona is karma
I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse made reverse flip
She flooded streets, with a reset,
Giving them back all in their bank
Accordingly, appropriately
Cutting sockets, kicking buckets
Lots of bodies, foes and Buddies,
Were stacked like logs, and scared of bugs…
“Dirt kills not an Africa man”
Oh sorry, not those type of men
Who corruption has eaten deep
Beyond depths meant for sinking ship
Now, the center hold not anymore
Beans are empty in cooking pot
And our Hopes are dead in weevils
I heard someone casting Devils
All blames they pushed but he stayed put
In hell, watching landing birds pooh
He had no hand, sins of our land
Exhumed from sands from end to end
Wedges were down and mere touchdown
For personal gain, and golden crowns
Then borders crossed, the virus tossed
Dirt we overpowered, now kills us
We fight world war three, without arms
Which all began from the pigs farm
And self enrich but now they itch
Even as they could turn to fish
With ten fins and bladders to swim
The tears that rain pours out cruel pain
Coming from drugs and outside laws;
Stay far apart; stay sanitized
More than a gun headshot begun
Aiming at rich lessons it teach…
I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse, had many flips.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Fall to rise
I sowed to reap fruits
But got uprooted roots
I awaited helpers
Yet got more takers
Now more than ever.
Yes, I am frowning
For, I am drowning,
And so on my own
Trying to make home,
In full flesh and bone…
Outcome dock my tail
More I try I fail
And fall on wrongs slides
More turbulent tides
Never fail to hide
From hot pot to fire
Consuming desires
Seems like luck and I
Got issues somehow
That tears fill my eyes
If you are falling
Like I am falling
Free your mind, let go
There are times that holes
Are best to regrow.
Worry not that none
Assisted your corn
Seeds that fall harder
Decay, grow better
Richer and stronger.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Watching Baby Hazel Sleep
At times she cries, but my grip
Gently rocks her into sleep
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
There is a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
That gives me gigantic joy
Watching her rest without roil;
On my capable shoulders
As her dark eyelashes flutter
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.
Could it be her striking pose
Or the way she placed her nose?
Whichever it is, she brings
Joy as a gift to my ring
And a fresh sweet morning breath…
In all dimensions, she scents
Like Rose in her cradle bed
Showering us love instead.
O what a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.
While sleeping she slowly smiles
Like the Angels in lala lands
Blew at her, a million kisses
Baptizing her compliments,
For the love her parents pour
Has no rival, claws and flaws
Hence, when she burst into tears,
She can swear, we will be there,
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
Wish she would not grow older
Under our arms and shoulders.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Redefined normal
First, we tucked our privacy inside
Now we take nudity as pride
Another lust and victim defiled
Another culprit and truth we hide
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child
Hey, send me your nude, click click we slide
We hear a knock by the door, we hide
Not even partners by our bedsides
We appear like we are by poolside
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child
I pray my kids wouldn’t take the ride
Piloted by the shadows of the bonafide
The stylist now make some holes so wide
For boobs to go out like a riptide
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child
All the trendy madness is to glide
The good way is lonely, no one abides
Even crimes we committed in our hide
Are now done as a normal outside
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child.
©2020 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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Hazel’s Diary: Anticipating her first word
Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire
Practice till she perfects
I may not, comprehend
But I will put my all,
No joy without annoy.
Whether it is; ma ma
Or even the; da da
For whichever comes first
Would create no fist fight
But bring the joy of spring
And happiness of flea
Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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.
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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
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How I shine
I am like a breeze dispersed seed
Going wherever He takes me to
The I rotten, and germinate
Becoming a tree, rich and strong
All my the pains I have been through
Are written on my leaves and stems.
I am like a breeze dispersed seed
And I have felt the touch of God
Comforting, but I can not explain
Neither can I describe, how it felt
Going through volcano, and back
Sprouting richly in the deserts.
I am like a breeze dispersed seed
Going through land of no return
In the times I thought I was gone
Out of the blues, came his fingers
Lifting me above the waters
Saving me from awful disaster.
