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On your sickbed
Wish I knew tricks
evading the demise
before it knocks,
it is you I will hide,
breaking shadows and scythe
right here on earth.
I wish I had
firsthand information
of He who baked
all breath, and the oceans
I would come proposing
on your behalf…
I wish I had
powers to control time,
I shall rewind
timelines right on my palm
solving your health issues
will be my aim…
I wish I had
power to heal the sick
and not just shed
tears, through the thin and thick
watching you go
grey there on a sickbed.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Beyond sane minds
There are people
who are crumbled
Gone bananas
losing marbles
Seeming normal
but in a mess
Each time their mind
is put to test
Some are nutty
as a fruitcake
And may not know
Is all it takes
There are people
with ropes and knifes
Guns and poisons,
taking their lives
Some are confused
so lost within
Some regular
with wetting chins
See, life is hard
there ain’t no doubt
But in the dark,
mind is the light
And ought to be
A docile sea
Where storms may come,
But wait and see
For droplets lost
will be renewed
And even when
you’re feeling blue
Fallen to pieces,
Or ship capsized
Do not think of
shutting those eyes
Should you be a
giver of pain
I guess you have
to change that name
Not all insane
roam in the streets
Help those you see,
regain their sights.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Breathless Desire
Floating on a broad dimension
Drowning at the smell of portion
Can it be straight; ray motions?
Because I can’t comprehend
Why beginnings seem like an end
Heebie-jeebies! it freeze or bend
Even when tested by distance
Lightening may not stand a chance
Traveling farther in a glance
But like dragonfly with six legs
That can not walk; and square pegs
In round holes, there goes the lungs
On pins and needles, getting high
Seeing the apple of an eye
So breathless, becomes of her.
© 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s diary: Forever heart
Life has no manual but a daughter
That would one day become a mother
But before the bloom hits her flower
I play catcher with her all the time
Reciting old and new nursery rhymes
She is my kid, my friend and a gem
Just like sunshine to the moonlight
My face she brightens and mood she lifts
Laughing like a drain all day and night
All in one and a heart warmer
Privileged am I, as a father
To a truly beautiful daughter
She makes me feel a certain way
While watching her grow everyday
Into a beautiful art of clay
One day she may outgrow my lap
And the ride she does on my back;
All I know is; our love will never slack.
© 2021 Http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Beclouded rose
Starring in the roles of ecstasies
Are bewitching flowers from precious trees
That exists in the sacred rhapsodies
Of fickle hearts catching pitter-patter,
From the styles and stigmas that deters
Immortals from grace as they pander.
This very pedal has an inner beauty
That conforms not with confidentiality
Instead her fragrance, in high velocity
Make the honeycombs to never run dry
As it willingly dispenses cravings into beehives
Transmitting signals stamen long to have.
This flower is configured to shine and rule
Her pride rests on her own receptacle
She’s beauty personified, yes it’s true
Like Aphrodite’s in reincarnation
Stretching back from time of creation
Till now, none can compete with her perfection
Aside the artifact in the treasure chest
Inside the ecstasy, she appears stainless,
Big and soft, classy and simple, yet complex
As her shadow, I’ve seen her naked by the mirror
Intently conceiving herself a pure allure
Whereas outside the illusion she has many scars and errors.
© 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lost in void
Stay focus no matter what
Posterity is a needle eye
Only the right and just
Would eventually pass through,
No matter the circumstances
Wrong is wrong and it is
As big as an elephant…
But, how can I stay on course
When an impeccable carnage
Of distraction keeps hovering
With a million booby traps
Over me from page to page,
Hunting my mental health and
Making me a caricature while
An Elephant passes through
The tiny eye of a needle.
The masquerades no longer dance
To tones in the market square
But to the vibrations of money;
No wonder my soul left my flesh
Distancing itself from my falls…
And the shames of the cruel worms
In my stomach drumming and
Releasing hits songs back to back…
How can I stay on course
Paddling in a troubled sea
Misled by credible wind of sail
And a devoted broken compass,
Into a world of negative trends
Where every wrong is praised
And right is stoned to death
Or possibly aborted before birth…
How can I! When I am startled
In the dark, by my own shadow,
And a voice within me that echoes
My failures every break of dawn.
© 2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Growing bond
I have always felt, the ocean is deep
The skies are up and nothing can flip
I felt nothing can halt my wrath from wafting
Until little Hazel, came out stretching
Rare genes translated into a beautiful princess
Quenching volcanic eruption in the process
Smiling like the sun, penetrating with ease
Oh yes, I love her with every fiber of my being
And ever since she came into my world,
I became a child and a clown with a bond.
(C) 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Depth of sheds
Sirens wailing
Choppers hovering,
Nigeria
Now a war zone!
We were once one
Inseparable
Nigerians
Not anymore…
It hurts so bad
I do love the name
Nigeria
But not the pain…
Thousands as much
We work for peanuts;
Nigeria!
… Hate us that much?
Should we reject
Being born in here;
Nigerians
Or fix it all?
Who is to blame
Geo-region, tribes,
Nigerians
Smiling in pains?
Millions suffer
Dying of hunger;
Nigerians
Still kill their selves.
Oh yes, we know
Change is gradual;
Nigeria
We pay our dues
Yet you make it
Insignificant;
Nigerians
You scare away.
I am so soaked
Not in tears of joy;
Nigeria
But common pains
I wish I shed
A Crocodile’s tears
Nigeria
Each time you bled…
But I love you
Magnanimously
Nigeria
Reasons I cry…
These my tears are
Not from romances of
Nigerians
Nor their heartbreaks…
But from the fall
Of an iroko tree;
Nigeria
Heading down south
Stretching my hands
Unable to help
Nigeria
And help myself.
©2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Scythe of fate
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Sometimes I scream inside my tent
Waking up from the blanks of rest
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
From the voids that cause me to shed
It all seems like I lose my head;
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering what it would be like
In total void away from life…
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Within my faith there is despair
Lying next to my greatest fear
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Transparent yet still not clear
One day I would be missing here…
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Trees may fall, the leaves may dry
I heard that, the soul never dies
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering if soul is a myth
Created to ease the scythe of fate.
(C) 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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