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Joy in the tears

O the walls are falling down
Even when I smiled or frowned.

A million tears flowing fast,
From emotion and its blast

Trying to fight it so hard
But it flows like the sea kinds.

In touching moments, shed tears
Are weird, but are far from fears

Falling on the cheeks and lips
How the hard nuts lost its grips….

Have you ever had a gush
Running out against your wish?

Not for any form of pains
Neither scars from sticks and canes

Or from any bitter past
But happiness prayed to last

Controlled by our emotions
Flowing fast like an ocean…….

I have, and it felt so great
Bet; you wouldn’t regret it.

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Onyeche, Vincent Onyekachukwu

Everyday Nigerian

Hey! I think it is time to call a spade a spade
Stop pointing fingers on Whites while wearing their shades.
It is not just color but the complexity
Of the thick black wrappers we wrap our fragile hearts.

Heaven’s integrity has lost its bearing
Foetus in womb, now throws bombs, on the internet;
“Yahoo, yahoo”… the first word they learn to pronounce…
Hey! White folks online, will you ever learn to learn?

Everyday a strong Nigerian child is born
Into unfriendly weather, created by those before
Fittest survivals, they all come out blocking wombs
The smarter the baby, greater damage he creates.

Money on the palm, legs up, body on the bed
War began using western education to fight
Against same western education on green soil
The bigger the bloodshed the louder dummies rejoices.

Everyday the Nigerian child gets pregnant
Who is the father? is often a mute answer
The trimesters usually comes as disasters
Like the Nigeria economic the fear hits hard.

Picking up habits, calculating higher odds
Love and nuptial rings, misleading many Angels
Into crude cruel and fatal domestic violence…
Light trips off, the rapist, thieves and murderers win,

The Devil issues cheque; holy lost its holy grill,
Doubting the faith and homily preachers preach
Believing in the dreams and visions far from reach
Innocence seems guilty, pills and dark clouded party,

The bigger the city, the bigger the pity
Known or knowingly the Devil provides aides,
Fashion and nudity is now the reigning thing
Yet stupidity is covering the ass we see.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Well Matched

Mend a heart, nurture good names
While love age, let it not fade.
I know a man who never shivered
When he got red roses withered.

Heartlessness filled his wardrobes,
His eyes never shed teardrops
Drying water, he tore ridges
At every point he built bridges.

Many chics he racked with pains
Many slates he left thus stained,
Till two played the game of sole
True love, confused for wrong hole.

Beyond redemption he found
Himself hearing his own sound
While his soul, tasted his blood
Gushing like rain and its flood.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Secrets to reaching grey

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
These days trousers cut across genders
Struggling to fulfill agendas

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
This arm is not the anatomy
Neither the spans and weaponry

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
In strength and support rendered
By love, family and friends

They are the might in an entity
Fused as power of longevity
My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Hurtful tales of love

The sugary words he made to rhyme
Got her sky high, ground low at same time

Her heart skipped beats; compulsory task
Apples and flowers were all it basked

Fast as flash, there were nothing to hide
Then to open her loving gates wide

Love is a bright light travelling far
Forever to last, perfect to her

Eternal flame winter and summer
Till temptation brought extinguishers

Bitter and sour love began to taste
Undesired, the angels switched faith

Religiously believed; well, she was psyched
It wasn’t love but its look alike.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Lessons from my parents

My parents have no fancy cars but greater mass
Through them I learnt to lower hands and respect ants.
The grass matters, always render help to others
Having a name is not the same for coins and fame.
Their blood my drink, I built my bricks, from all I sucked
I felt the rod, I cried and nod, away from mud…
In their actions, I picked passion which to function.

You do not burn your home or turn away from dawn
Simply because, you have a course, to break a curse.
To mould a clay, you have today, so they will say;
Never you bail, hammer thus fail, running from nails,
Make no excuse, do not refuse to be of use
Is not by wants but dues and sweats you pay for worth
Do not show strength when humble horns can induce choice.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Old man failure

With great pleasure a dog dug a grave
It snuffed out not treasures but a rage
Coming from dried bones of rock age.

Lamenting on how they had all failed
Cutting across, mirrors, lenses and led
Refracting the light, visions they bend.

No silver spoon but unfavorable genes
Coming deep from tall ancestral trees
Posthumous clear, regrets never cease

Life gave guns as toys, they sort for lucks
From drugs and scam in school of hard knocks
And as the twig bends, they planted on rocks.

Lack of persistence got them no win
No self discipline they were never clean
Not through self efforts, they gained power from bins

In all their positions, intemperance;
Procrastination, were their best friends
Until it lured them to undesirable ends.

Many an old man, has past they wish to rewind
Where they built glass castles on empty cloud
Throwing stones, hitting floors regretfully loud

Remember time ticks fast, it isn’t yours to own
And the living body you wear is but only a loan
For the old man failure stays with him to bone.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Maidens of old time (2)

The old time maidens drove a hard bargain
Their smiles were contagious as their own names
Wooing and getting them were men’s main aim,

Bright-eyed, brushy-tailed many men were bent
Traveling the world to get her some wealth
Praying she accepts values he shall get.

But these days, many sample nakedness
On social medias, ask and you shall get,
Her privacy she flaunts outside her nest.

Stealing of hearts, has been demystified
Give her purse, she’s a digger of gold
Unlike the sweet virtuous maidens of old.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Truth by an Angel

Ears in heaven cherishes a singer
Choir’s musicals she gives a soul
She is a wish heaven loves to make.

I heard she dresses like a striper
Displaying her hot cameltoe
Making tonnes to gather at lake.

Her dress sense makes the sun hotter
In black and blue, she lost a role
Suspended from church for burnt bakes.

Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the people I used to know
Going around as a preacher.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Poet’s Inspiration

There is a force in all motions
All glow has an inspiration
I know a Poet who was so good
He loved to express all he could

People loved him until one day
It seems deserts ate up the bay.
In pains he wrote but flames burnt it
In tears he wrote dryness washed it

In the shadow for many years;
His readers protested, others jeered
Demanding eggs from a dead hen
So he laid down stretching his pen

Right in front of an empty sheet
Of pains and tears in fears and doubts
But not until he had his breath
Taken away; well not by death

But at first sight, his feet got swept
Ignoring bounds doubts disappeared
A star was born with energy that
Made him to write poems once again.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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