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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.
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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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Hazel’s diary: World’s greatest daughter
Staring at an infancy
I could smell her fantasies
And wonders of her dreams,
Walking through the autumn leaves.
With innocence at its peak
Belly laughing, at a trick
When she chuckles, I chuckle
When I guffaw, she guffaws.
She fetches the handkerchief
To dry tears on others cheek
She is a tower of strength
God bless her future friends…
There seems to be so much joy
Watching her pet her own toys
Pampering them like they breath
Dancing to songs and the beats
She reminds me time does flies
Reciting nursery rhymes
Watering flowers in jars
Bringing back the nostalgia.
Her mindset is an atlas
Running around with sparklers
Best part is when she calls me;
“Da.. da.. dad” exhorting me.
She is my first noble prize
More than it meets the eyes….
Of a billion, she chose me
And I like how great it feels.
Like the breeze from the ocean
Cooling soul with such passion
I’m proud to be the father
Of the world’s greatest daughter.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lament from tribal marks
Before the mouth produces a sound
Before the tongue would even be heard
I provided details of such nativity…
To tradition; I was its nitty gritty,
Finding my way down torn mortal flesh
Significantly more than scars can fetch
I had varying lines on the leather trace
Birthed from the blades of tribes and race.
I dignified pride, I was the mark of heritage
A healer older than the rock of age
I saved millions of lives from a bloodbath
Although I was also a victim of my own fate
I provided a tribal identification
Until my hosts felt I was an ugly vulture
A cock and bull hovering a cultural based
Disfiguring a supposed beautiful face…
As the night makes way for a new day
My existence gradually fades away
From bodies I gave the warmest embrace
Distinguishing them from another tribe and race.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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…
