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Hazel’s Diary: Watching Baby Hazel Sleep

At times she cries, but my grip
Gently rocks her into sleep
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
There is a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
That gives me gigantic joy
Watching her rest without roil;
On my capable shoulders
As her dark eyelashes flutter
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.

Could it be her striking pose
Or the way she placed her nose?
Whichever it is, she brings
Joy as a gift to my ring
And a fresh sweet morning breath…
In all dimensions, she scents
Like Rose in her cradle bed
Showering us love instead.
O what a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.

While sleeping she slowly smiles
Like the Angels in lala lands
Blew at her, a million kisses
Baptizing her compliments,
For the love her parents pour
Has no rival, claws and flaws
Hence, when she burst into tears,
She can swear, we will be there,
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
Wish she would not grow older
Under our arms and shoulders.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Redefined normal

First, we tucked our privacy inside
Now we take nudity as pride
Another lust and victim defiled
Another culprit and truth we hide
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child

Hey, send me your nude, click click we slide
We hear a knock by the door, we hide
Not even partners by our bedsides
We appear like we are by poolside
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child

I pray my kids wouldn’t take the ride
Piloted by the shadows of the bonafide
The stylist now make some holes so wide
For boobs to go out like a riptide
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child

All the trendy madness is to glide
The good way is lonely, no one abides
Even crimes we committed in our hide
Are now done as a normal outside
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child.

©2020 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Anticipating her first word

Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire

Practice till she perfects
I may not, comprehend

But I will put my all,
No joy without annoy.

Whether it is; ma ma
Or even the; da da

For whichever comes first
Would create no fist fight

But bring the joy of spring
And happiness of flea

Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Revisiting Gifts

While I am overwhelmed by these gifts
Coming from past, sweet words and texts
During Christmas and my birthdays
Surprises that came with ribbons
Pockets filled with fat envelopes
And buckets of consumables
I am grateful for those moments.

All these stickers on souvenirs
Gotten from events in the past
Brings a flashback with some teardrops
Though I do not anticipate
Being here forever on earth
I revisit, for I can not forget
Sweet memories I find in gifts.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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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