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Riding for Nature
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Wrinkles seek no consent
Before it penetrates
Staying young is a race
No one can win the chase
I asked, where lies my fate
When I go grey and late
All beauties have a phase
But none can keep a pace
So now I ride my horse
Not to put coin in purse
But to give thanks to God
For this beautiful world.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Tough as an old boot
They say; the way home has the longest miles
Saying His grace, I wait for my hour
In your eyes, I am dull, weak and lazy…
Torn ligaments, cold tears gush from my eyes
I can’t remember the last time I smiled
Now a days, mountains keep growing taller
All things are hard before they get easy,
That was when Sunday mornings were easy
Not now when skies have swallowed the tower
Indeed; the way home has the longest miles.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Spinsterhood
Heard you’re scared
Of being single
And so desperate
Hence want to mingle.
Menopause is coming
Any man, you pray..
Sister, a fretting care,
Turns hairs to grey.
Angel or Demon
To you, ring assures
Desperate times calls
Desperate measures
I wish you see,
The bigger picture…
Wedding in haste
Is repent at leisure.
Take your time sister
Till ring and rose find you;
There are soulmates
For everyone; dear sister.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Womb Prose: Axle Sonnet
Mum missed her visitor for a week
Then first trimester came in so quick.
Although with vomiting and fever
Not your fault, so don’t you bother.
Daddy can’t wait to hold your arms
Tiny five fingers and cradle charms.
You are the gift that completes his pack
Your cool heartbeat kept pulling him back.
So intrigued at your mother’s big round pot;
The new sweet look that she did begot
Gaining weight and looking beautiful
Although in pains, till day she births you.
Mummy can’t wait to push the axles
So prepare for contracting muscles.
©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.Com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Womb Prose: Kicking bumps
I love to feel your kicking limbs
There goes my hands, to hold and climb
I will like to know what you think
I love you dearly, let it sink..
I bet your world is full of thrills
Worry not of the future bills,
I do not mind looking unkempt
Just to make sure, you are alright.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Vanquished brutally
The riches of the world, makes me humble
Yet, a new week brings a new fumble;
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.
Thought I had substance, till devil prized me
Sheepishly am rigid up to my kneels
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.
In hot pan but the wax refuse to melt
Obviously most wax gained many regrets
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.
The battle is lost in eyes of soldiers
Hence, I often look over my shoulders
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.
Inside me rage builds ready to explode
Heavy heart, yet loads comes in like a flood
Sticking like a glue, blowing like a storm
It seems like, my village people won.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Underdeveloped
To get a cash cow, bend and take a bow
That we did, till now; we have been at a spot
Stagnant like the lakes, our roots seems to shake
New sprouts overtakes, not that we are lost
Neither do we not know which way to go…
But seas fail to flow while dark seems to glow.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Perfect combination
When the wind whirls, everything unfreezes
Easy like; a, b, c… one, two, three…
Underneath the tranquil sky so blue
The rain showers then two birds flew
From separate spaces finding shelter
Or a spot where droplets don’t bother.
Singing sweet songs that is far from grief
The melanin hid under green leaf
Like it was predestined, fine and raw,
They met by chance, and fell deep in love
It must be the wind; maybe the rain
That matched them up; some people will say.
Certainly, the wind made it fonder
While the raindrops, wiped off all blunders
Birthing a clean slate of obsession
Nurturing new sets of emotion
Great as the black beautiful look
Blessings they got on each other’s hook.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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My stall out prayers
The borough pit was once a hill
Until excavators sort out for meals.
The terrain had shades, cool and calm
Till the sprouted trees fell cursing harm.
The blues sky was high and beautiful
Till it got clogged and demystified too.
The lion lost hope of using its claws
Until the birds fell and began to crawl.
Most silent killers are opportunist
Stealing shines from the worlds greatest…
Most dreams do not turn out to be real
Simply because of the emotions we feel.
My dear, it is not that I can’t stoop so low
“Serious” is not how I phantom life to flow
My prayer is to evade hits, when valleys turn to hills
Smiling while sleeping, hoping the devil’s smell wakes me.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Onion cause tears
Life is sweet, but grows to become sour
Nothing is synonymous to flowers
Than making it to the topmost tower
There are two ways up there, but avoid fears
One is step by step, the other is fast share
Onion mean well but it could cause some tears.
True character is seen when power,
And money is huge like whales that blower
In cool comfort, the raindrops and showers
Overnight makes all blemishes to clear
But the way to the top has many broken chairs
Onion mean well but it could cause some tears.
