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Sonnets: Journalist Cross
In magazines and newspapers
Cameras roll, from pins to poles
Information as a notion
Is a tower and for power.
With sensitive smells, fragile bells
The hounds track cities, woods and hoods
Spilling the pens, writing in dens.
Highlighting subjects and objects;
Painting an art, toping the charts
Of the most love, yet hate revolves.
Their tragic fates brings fears and tears
Why reward them with cuffed hands!
In restraint or a quenching breathe
Yes they scam, don’t cause them harm.
©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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This year’s fear
This year bore the low and high
Tearing down flames in the sky.
But I swam like sharks through tides
Beneath the oceans, no fears to hide.
Though trespassing, I had churns
Thrusting up, to face the fears
But I made whirlwinds to turn
By telling myself never to burn.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Refrain for peace
Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist and others
Battle over an ideology tagged by doctrines…
Killing one another; I can’t take it no more.
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.
Over the world, in your homes or neighbors
An invisible enemy; poverty and hunger,
Keeps winning as children are dying
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.
Parents are crying, yet you fight over doctrines
That were here in rock of ages before you were born.
And would still be, after you are gone
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.
Without life there will be no doctrine reader,
Yet for the doctrine, you rake and take lives;
When all doctrines have some common lines
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.
The world is older than you, the Creator sees
So practice that you preach, show love to one another,
Irrespective of denominations, cultures and traditions…
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Edit the color pictures
Rage, anger, and war;
Why do we make out
Fire from harmless smoke?
Why do we throw fists
When we will later
Hug, hold hands in feast?
Before blends of wines
Yes we heard it all
The torture and pains
Whether black or white
I am not racist
Put that on hash tags.
Call me what I am
Raw; not what I am
To bullets that harms
I do not expect
Exaggerating
Ants for elephant.
But, please desist from
Putting me under
Your ill expression
When with disclaimers
You can say; “Nigga”
And still go scot free…
On life screen, everyone
Is but a racist,
So tune the pictures
To black and white views
For these cameras
Has had enough blood.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Dilemma of an Angel
If only I could just kiss and tell,
I know places to find the Angels
Based in heavens ringing bells
But on earth, red bloods they fetch;
Bold, and bowed religious outreach
Baking cakes, teachers that preach.
Bulldozers are rebuilding warships
But you see, only the worships.
Off but high in heavenly stewardships
Our acts have these blends of gels
Ordained but we still buy and sell
To you, so there is no need to tell.
Like hills, in crowd we never hide
Labelled as the consecrated birds
Dictating what is loosed or bound
Days outside robes are odd hours
Darkness is our natural towers
Doping all the Creator cowers…
If only I could just kiss and tell,
I would have rang a loud bell
Or reveal all the Angels that fell
But we are Angels, so who do I tell.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: Thrusting Mother (Part 3)
Inevitably, they spread mother’s leg
Drugging each other with impotent drugs
Designed to terminate all motile cells
Hence before arrival, tomorrow dies.
But if by verdict the small bumps shoot out
The sexist deny, and fail to recall;
Sugary promises made while he climaxed
But stick to excuses poured when he climbed down.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: Thrusting Mother (Part 2)
Another time and, another moment
Queues go long, for pressing thumbs and cards
Propagandas turn jumbo jets in clouds,
Whence it seems convincing, all pigs have horns.
The Devil and Demons change into saints
Even speechless begin to shout and sing
“When she grows bumps I will be there for her
And tomorrow; no matter the weather.
Like milk, I’ll do nothing to spoil them
Like eggs, I’ll hold them with extreme care
Our mother’s sky, would have pies”; they snore
Sadly, am allergic to snoring pigs.
2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: Thrusting Mother (Part 1)
Our father’s land is but great Nigeria
Obviously, who happens to be mother
Same mother these pigs burrow through
Thrusting and pouring out evil semens
Hence; I call a bad pig, motherfucker.
Excuse the word, if it is offensive
As in the case of urges, pigs beg for it
Promising all in all, heavens on earth
Like they would die, without having it
Soon as they park in, they pack and leave.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: The hopers
Going through the minds of folks
Most especially those
That stayed behind, to farm the land
Even as it all seems barren
And looks like pie in the sky
They keep looking out in space
Reality strides; a low pace
But what they have in common
Is a faith in tomorrow.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: Plight of the graduates
Mother…!! are you in deep sleep
Can’t you see, reality
Is pumping loads of hardship
To the land, called Nigeria.
The fruit hangs at the topmost
But educational system
We all had depended on
Has provided a broken stem
Millions gets to the forest
Only to see empty bushes
Fruits on trees are illusion
Going red on extinctions.
More people are signing to
Modern slavery, anything to
Leave the shores, of Africa
….Who would we put the blames on…
