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Darling Mom

I love my mom, she is kind and caring
She never sells ices to the Eskimos
Instead she provides, our meaningful needs
We aren’t the richest but we never starved.

Running from medications and hot water
Every time we had an injury, innocently
We hide it from her, but eventually
She always have a way of finding out…

She isn’t just a provider or an observer
Neither is she just another doctor
But she is a protector and a teacher,
The pillar of the home, she is a lioness!

Each time we err, she corrects our wrongs
And sings sweet songs applauding our right
Though most times she wears the scary look
It made bad neighbours not to mess with us…

Behind her straight unsmiling face, you will see
She is the sweetest and most caring mom
When nervous like a cat on hot tin roof
My mom would make you conquer those fears

And when frightened by anything or anyone
Run to her, and hide just behind her back
She is a superwoman, when she is home,
We are rabbits in the headlights that do not think.

Even as her sons marry their queens, and
Her daughters are leaving to another home,
Tongues would forever crave her delicious meals….
Oh! What would we have become; without our darling mom.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Shredding Shield

I grew up reciting the motto of Nigeria
Unity and faith; peace and progress…
Now unity is threatened by our faiths and believes
While peace and progress have both gone to voicemail.

There was this pleasure I derived from drawing
Our Coat of Arm, encoding natural resources
By shading shield black to symbolize our rich soil
Which ought to be our blessings but now, our greatest curse.

There was this satisfaction I got inhaling fragrances
From the abundant flowers that symbolized our beauty
Damn, we are gorgeous! but those days are gone
Ever since the shield broke and flowers began to wither.

There was this confidence I had while growing up
I felt super secured in the pockets of two wings.
Please did you see the Eagle that stood for our strength?
Not these shredded weak feathers falling off from the top.

There was this pleasure I derived from staring
At our great Coat of Arm, I craved to ride on
The left and right horses that symbolized our
Pride and dignity but now, the craving is in the grave.

I grew up admiring the mark on the shield
Which symbolized two great flowing Rivers
That met at a centre, that once upon a time held
The great and mighty; Nigeria, until things fell apart.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fairweather friends

Happy like a dog with two tails
Jumping around bond bosom trail
For a friend I always bend the rule,

A million friends and a million brew
Not even one, when the storm grew
Could help or aid my breakthrough.

I’ve been bruised and shackled in pools
By drowning friends, I tried to pull
After all that, I stayed as a fool

I thought the door swings in two ways
During the thick, thin and wrinkles
A lot of my friends forgot my name.

Be careful of the friends you make
Some are mosquitoes by the lake
Hanging around to always take.

Many are nothing but a green snake
You can learn from my mistake
All stretched hands, are not for handshakes.

© 2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Face of fear

I so love
to spread my wings
Wearing courage
while I swing.

I may bend
but can not break
Wearing courage
when I shake.

I nosedive
but try to keep
Wearing courage
while I slip.

I stick needles
in my eyes
Wearing courage
is a prize.

I am a lion
brave and strong
wearing courage
all day long.

I embrace
my worst demons
Wearing courage
and they run.

I try again
when I fail
Wearing courage
over ails.

I have one rule;
“no regrets !”
Wearing courage
like a shirt.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Paddling with love

We are riding on high velocity
Skidding with no self pity
We do not need brakes we like it risky,
The muse makes it more fonder
While flying to Jupiter
Over the moon, we are for each other.

Down the steep in the city
Love is a beautiful thing
We are riding on high velocity
To a place our sweet heart chose
Where shadows reflect red rose
Knitting together our body and souls.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Drowning stars

Muds are falling from above,
Its stains are hardly removed
We dwell in an ugly town,
The globe is turned upside down.

Hardship is our preferred chill
Lessons we never learn from peels
We claim sight yet we are blind
Our highest speed, lags behind.

Beneath floating iron rods,
Stars are drowning in the floods
We have recipes but lack the chef;
And our ideas are created for shelf.

Corruption everywhere,
Employment drop every year
Leaders we have are vultures;
Embezzling, all our treasures.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Coats of love

True love is a rare beauty
Pictured in a perfect couple
But, looking beyond the rings
There may be a familiar bird
You’ve always known as a Rose
Hiding behind love, crying, save me!

Under the blue sky birds fly
Freedom is all you may see
Yet those tiny wings are chained
There are many familiar birds
You’ve always known as lovers
Hiding behind love, crying, save me!

The oceans have its depth
Where valuable treasures are found
Yet in it, a lot are lost
Beneath hearts of the familiar birds
You’ve always known as perfect lovers
Bloods are gushing, please save me!

Going through the stories told
Of glittering jewelries sold
Remember, not all sold are gold
There are familiar birds
You’ve always known as lovers
Hiding behind love, crying, save me!

A love nectar may taste sweet
But beyond the flowers scent
The bees that suck, get choked
There are familiar birds
You’ve always known as lovers
Hiding behind love, crying, save me!

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Keep doing you

I heard them say;
you are chasing whirl winds
Pursuing dreams
which dry pockets always win;
Earning just back pats,
poverty remains unsolved
Don’t allow that deter you
from what you truly love.

Most times, not every passion
is meant to pay the bills
To develop, back pat remains
the much needed pill;
Yes, there are rich nutrients
in the smallest almond
Thank God for who you are,
an adorable black diamond.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mr. Terrorist

Another bomb blast and mother’s tears
Son, do you have fear of God to spare?
Who would you lead when all disappears
Will crowns matter without heads to wear?
Old goes the saying, those with ears hear.

Another bomb blast, I need a clue
So you just decided to stain the blues?
Wish I could see from your point of view
Wish I could comprehend just a few
Of your blades and the coldblooded tools.

Another bomb blast; another rankle
Sending messages as lit candles;
Why botcher people like the cattle
Why pull the trigger of a rifle
On civilians for just a title.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Pots and mushrooms

Beauty and the beast days
Are unrealistic tales
When the beast is so poor
And have nothing to pour
Now; beauties are reserved
For big bags and big rides.

The bush we have these days
Where mushrooms were those days
All have a trader’s face
Welcoming but they chase
Accepting busy pots
And a big heavy purse.

Demands on their tables
Are unattainable
These days pillows drip tears;
Gone are the sweet old days
When craves were benign, soft
Like marshmallow; and sweet.

Those we crush on in church
Sound it, “drop cash to touch”…
Then, all these fears were there
Stronger than love they bear
But its walls were fallible…
While love, unbreakable.

The mushrooms on dead woods
Are no where to be found
Because they all sort out
For busy cooking pots
Now, love is if you can
Cook the conditional.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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