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Existing in a movie
Staying a bit longer, to me is no more
Since sands turned to bloods on the floor
Somebody, anybody come save me
Save me from the collapsing hill
Sadly, every single dream I had is dead
Several years gone, yet suspense refused to end
Save me from a timeframe so unreal
Scan me to find tears filled to the brim
She is dying yet they see muse and thrills
Seamless are the pieces around her fallen tree
Silly politicians enjoy the role they play
Squandering the sands of her broken clay
Stupidly, they all seem to know no shame
Somebody ought to feel concerned of her dying name
She is Nigeria, drowning across all ages
Surprisingly, she doubts if she can be saved
Since snakes swallowed elephant in her script
Seriously, I wait to hear the director outside the script,
Screaming “cut!!!” in my lifetime otherwise,
Something in me will regret wasteful cries
Soiling the soil and suffering as a fictional character…..
Swimming in false hope she will get better.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sanguine
You were part of our culture
With an integral function
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine!
Do you detest Nigeria
So much that you forgot her?
We became more divided
Ever since you were hard to find
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine
You were once our bedrock
Reason we do try out lucks
The fall of a dried leaf
Is roasting a million beef
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine
On the spot where it rots
A new life ought to sprout
Instead shadows grow tall
With claws tearing us all
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine!!!
Calamity lives here
Yet you left us to our tears.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: The prohibited Area
Niger and Benue rivers are flowing
But the tidal waves within are not helping
Reasons uncountable boats are cap-sided
While searching for liberty or daily bread.
Ever since two parallel lines are meeting
Democracy lost it actual meaning
In a once-upon-a-time great kingdom
Where the mighty Eagle once had freedom.
From a distance she stares at the cage
Of which she is locked within to engage
In arguments of distracting topics
While politicians desecrate the pride of the tropics.
In Politics, nothing seems to be working
Aside illegalities and thuggeries
Priding on wings in prohibited areas
They chopped off, acquiring more honoraria
They are the dirt, same-time the broom
Looting and misleading the land to doom
Seemingly, they are keen to uprooted roots
Extinguishing sparks and killing truth…
Definitely, there ought to be a way
Out of this cage, either at night or day
It has never been placing a foot in front
Rather, we who are manned to shoot ourselves on sight.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria at its low
Don’t tell me we are leaders of tomorrow
Whereas we have been compelled to burrow
And wallow in the deep of our shameful sorrow
I am just furious at unrepentant blunders
And the drying river of hope makes me ponder
If tears can be de-escalated to natural order
The unchanging mindset of the masses is a killer
Especially the youths wedging bullets and pulling triggers
For the same old pricks re-elected as leaders
My loathe is against footprints in sands of time
Welded with tribal trolls, and looting dimes
From the mortgaged future of you and I.
I am against shrinkage, positive growth is my stands
But decay and recession has eaten up my land
Yet we fail to comprehend what is at hand
I feel the anthem has skeptical stanzas
If the lyricists of 1978 calls, I may not answer
Get it, I am no rebel, I just need things to get better.
(C) 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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A character in her fantasies
There is a place somewhere I rather be
Not in the paradise of destructive bees
Nor amongst lost souls wiggling in thrills
Until my dust is laid, the place I shall be…
It is like a music note, in clouds it streams
With trillion views of slow traveling beams
Quenching darks shadows outside and within
Entrapped, yet free to possibilities of dreams
An elephant when felt, tasting like nectar, flat like leaf
Yet an invincible spot is where I crave to live
Somewhere outside the corners of common reality
Where eternal bliss is the nitty-gritty
In the expression of thoughts and fantasy
No public display nor dare need of human eyes to see
Me living a life, mediocre or not but in satisfaction
As the main character in my woman’s imagination
In her wildest dreams is where I rather be
At the core of the nectar and honeybees
Affectionately kissing and cuddling her for real
Until my dust is laid, in her fantasies I rather be…
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: I would always be there
Now little Hazel don’t you cry
Dad’s gonna be there all the time
He is your baby sitter, take high five…
Guffawing and chuckling, mess with the flour
Feel free, it is your time and that is for sure
Like a janitor, Dad’s gonna clean up the floor.
You’ve got a super hero in your Dad
That is a reason you no know harm
And forever will be his beautiful charm
But whenever you cross a road,
Busy or not, with or without a load
Always remember your crossing guard.
Now little Hazel, don’t you cry
Daddy’s always gonna be by your side
In the softest part of his heart is where you reside
Worry not about alarms and grounds that may shake
Daddy’s a firefighter he will keep you safe
From any form of eerie flames and shame…
Daddy’s girl worry about not a thing,
He is gonna buy you a diamond ring
And drive you round town, hearing you sing
With the names of your favorite toys and pets
If your pet ever fall sick, gnash no teeth
In dad you’re got the greatest of vets.
Although he is gonna give you all the tools;
That wouldn’t stop him from fighting your battles
He is proudly your watchman and force man too
Don’t you worry when your toys break or tear;
He is also your mechanic, he would repair
In his hats, are rabbits he pulls out to share
Enlightening you on all you need to know,
As your talent coach, your talents shall grow
And as your teacher, your grades shall know no low…
Just think about anything delicious; you got a chef,
A waiter and a baker, in dad and on his shelf
He has the recipes, the very best for your health…
Now little Hazel, hemorrhage may come
Daddy’s gonna be your superb doctor
Healing you, don’t be scared to explore
Life is a river, and if when you swim
In the shallowest or ones filled to brim
Remember, a life guard you have in him.
Now little Hazel don’t you cry
Daddy may not be there all the time
After you’ve recited those nursery rhymes
But as your mail carrier, let it be clear
That you are forever his baby girl
And only good news your ears shall hear
Though everyday you learn new tricks
Dad is the scientist caught up in the mix
Studying all your new discoveries…
They say; what you sow is what we reap,
Daddy is a farmer, you were once his seed
Now a bountiful harvest is all he sees…
(c) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Internet fraudster
While the monkey works vigorously
Baboons are eating voraciously,
There is a growing tribulation,
And a misconception in my generation…
Ever since Karma kicked the bucket,
No repercussion picking pockets
Diabolically they pay rent
To own luxury cars in fleets and private jets.
Considering the raise in hardship,
And the; “make your money, no one cares” clip…
The tiny line between good and bad
Has evaporated; and now, no wrong is found.
The pressure they mount, feeds the lagoon
Sometimes it embraces a silver spoon
Clicking sticky links to cash out quick
All day and night; in my city, they do not blink.
©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Dying of laughter
I am happy, I am pleased
Yet, I can’t even breathe
Guffaws not chuckles in bit
Seems I could even die of it…
Hormones grant me no bail
While laughing out for real
Choking on the Joker’s pill
And I can’t unseal the deal…
I am happy, and this so close
To dying of an overdose…
Higher my diaphram goes,
When my laughter gets arouse
I am happy, I am pleased
Rolling on the floor to pits
Air, lungs desperately need
Can’t stop laughing; it is so sweet.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lab rats in gloom
Where has the sun gone
Where has the moon gone
Where has the stars gone
Anarchy is now a norm.
Not the snow you know
Nor water that flows
Since high hit the lows
Nothing at all seems to glow…
Staring at the doom
Weaving like the loom
Threads of gloom that bloom
In Face-mask entry room…
Dress to kill indeed
No one cares breed,
Color, or the seed;
Dumping all sects and creeds…
Case of flap or die
Birds no longer fly;
Now Vials from blue skies
Claiming to restore life…
Vessels in the dark
Alight Noah’s Ark…
Injected on marked
Passports; We are lab rats.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Last night’s flame
So high and loud were the screams
At the point of confusion
Many would wish the tension
Was another scary dream.
None cared about documents
The snails became good runners
The chubbies flew like feathers
Choosing breath over wealth.
Dead were the words, wait or freeze
No one cared about naked breasts
Nor for the other ragged dress;
Some forgot their tender kids.
It was dark, though not past ten
At large, no shoes and no socks
So did those with age of rocks
The sick borrowed extra legs.
Gate was slammed with great intense
Multitudes flee from Estate
Leaving the block to its fate
No remorse, and no conscience.
A potential disaster
More than the Devil can chew
Over the roof the fire grew
Even the kids were sprinters
Who wouldn’t run when co-tenant
Whose roof feared to be burning
Were seen halter-scattering
To anywhere but not their tent.
From the point eyes made a frame
No hero nor firefighters
No sands, nor extinguishers
Could put off such thick dark flame.
The overwhelming stampede
Was more like defeat concede
And you wouldn’t comprehend
The things running in our heads.
It wasn’t our blocks on fire,
To send fire in particles
From our harbors and vessels
Aided by winds, fuel and tires.
Approaching the burning flame
Were only a few of us
Whose bravery I didn’t trust
We discovered in our shame….
That accross the estate’s fence
A tall tree, and not the roof
Was on fire, putting it off,
We laughed; but it was intense.
