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Egg on our faces

How do we know the rotten eggs
When there are no water or bowls
To submerge them; for bad to float

How do we know the rotten eggs
When the hen, church and bows
Can’t identify its arrows, eggs and saints.

Hence soon as they win an election
Woefully, they throw eggs on our faces
Cementing it with the dust and flours

Hoarding us from our expectations
While they mess up our senses…
To embezzle our heaps to the floor.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Cosmic Dust

Big dreams are power,
With such a great wealth
That surrounds the heart,
With a cosmic dust.

Seen as out of space,
Though without regret
For allergies fade,
Beside such a faith…

People may tag it;
“A mental disorder”
Many describe it
As delusion of grandeur”.

Note; brain cells are like
The nuts and the screws
Functioning in trends
To the tune of dreams…

Walk bold in tunnels,
Yield not to panic
“No light at the end…
Megalomaniac..”

Pay deaf ear to such
But keep moving on
Until the unit dust
Condenses to planet…

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A million me

She demands I pick side
With and by her all the time
Like the American Revolution
And the British Tory

If science has an intent
To deceive but tell truth
Behold I shall take off
Into the laboratory

Not to wear white coat
Or sophisticated tools
Neither to solve crimes
Nor stalk certificates to shelf..

Surrounded by glasswares
Throw stones but tag me no nerd
I wish to extract my genes
And to clone myself.

A million copies of me,
Perfect for her fantasies
Each to take charge
Of being there for her…

In each seconds of time
I shall no longer miss out
The moments in time
No more ‘I forgot…. argh!!”

I will be lying with her
While another me prepares
Her favorite meal
With no hesitation…

No more running late
I shall be her other shadow
While the other me cuddle
Her lofty skin with emotion

A million me shall solve
Challenges of distance
Imagine this like a fodder
Stalk with plenty of hay…

A million clones of me
Shall love her a million ways
Permanently relieving her and I
From tantrums of the day.

©2018 Http://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nichole to Nicholas (1): Swimming in a dead sea

Here goes two good friends
To cherish to the end;
A male and a female
Feeding secrets to an ear.

She thinks they are an item
Leaf and flower on a stem.
But how do you tell an Angel
Dreams could be ambiguous…

When she ought to know
She is not part of his plans…
But a crazy heart pumping
Blood cells, dead on arrival.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Individual Units of Life

Exchanging air, perusing space
Inside myself, in bold and fear
I wonder the secret ingredients
Used to cook up an existent
Applauded more by diversities
Separating the ups and downs,
Distinguishing right from left
Making beauty so crystal clear.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Passing Out Speech

Advancing higher
Goodbye is a word
To be said by all
Sad as it may sounds;
It may be for good
As one advances
Life is but a stage
And every page
Comes with its own

Pool of friends
Valuable in life
As treasures found.
No one ever wish
To just let go
Of friendship
But every new stage
Has its own device
Coming plain and blank;

Faces may disappear;
But sweet memories
Resides inside…
So worry not,
Of losing such
A jolly good fellow
Because at the end
Sweet memories
Will always remain.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Super alpha carbon

I am a carbon
Not just a carbon,
But alpha super hunk

Black but hot like magma
No omega, no gamma
Just me, just trust me

I am a carbon
An exclusive version
A complete sweet option

Ain’t other copy
Just me, just trust me
Sodding wow in excellence

In my trash, you find no junk…
Ain’t no other like me
In this entire universe.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

President DT

In we God trust
But what a rust

To uncoat rods
Painting the winds.

Earth has issues
Clearly seen through

But why send troops
To outer space

When inner peace
Is not in yours…

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Community Leader

Sitting beside a burning fire
I feel the heat of my desire
But my judgment is clouded
By an all or nothing ill demand.

People throw stones from glass house
Accusing me for sheltering a mouse
Making me wonder if I sold time
Will we be after money and prime?

This hot seat has made me to realize
That by default we all have vice,
Though a prostitute may not be discreet
But the pope has his own secret.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Slice me if I become a piggy politician

There were once clans of great people
Living by their ethics and spiritual beliefs
All across the River of Niger and Benue
Until amalgamation came to hide the thrones.

Colonial masters united her yet in disunity
Because there is strength in diversity
But people forgot her ethics and divinity
Picking up new fights for Islam and Christianity.

It then seems as if freedom was a mirage
When toy soldiers stepped up with childish mentality
Egocentricity, leading her to war without amenities
Reading the unpublished script of independence

Many innocent flesh fell under the bullets
Indeed the British joined bad to evil outlets
It was in June twelve, nineteen ninety three
Men turned gods and destroyed history…

Democracy they say but the military act
Under the control of pigs called politicians,
Let’s not forget the oil money boom
And how they looted and shipped wealth abroad,

Nigeria was just an innocent sweet girl
Until these bastards raped her so bad,
Now she is lost in a shadow of herself,
I pray she revives and become great again

Until then, should I become a politician
And follow the same evil footsteps of pigs
Call in the butcher to slice my meat
And please when you order do not pay for it.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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