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Hazel’s diary: Dad’s duplicate

I lay awake on the bed
Watching Hazel’s shape of head
And how the soft spot appear
Just like Avogadro pear

Her brain must be versatile
Though she looks small and fragile
Her strength is seen in her eyes
Frozen but still melts an ice

And each time I look at her
I see me deep inside her
She is my other copy
Far better than jewelries.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Corona is karma

I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse made reverse flip
She flooded streets, with a reset,
Giving them back all in their bank

Accordingly, appropriately
Cutting sockets, kicking buckets
Lots of bodies, foes and Buddies,
Were stacked like logs, and scared of bugs…

“Dirt kills not an Africa man”
Oh sorry, not those type of men
Who corruption has eaten deep
Beyond depths meant for sinking ship

Now, the center hold not anymore
Beans are empty in cooking pot
And our Hopes are dead in weevils
I heard someone casting Devils

All blames they pushed but he stayed put
In hell, watching landing birds pooh
He had no hand, sins of our land
Exhumed from sands from end to end

Wedges were down and mere touchdown
For personal gain, and golden crowns
Then borders crossed, the virus tossed
Dirt we overpowered, now kills us

We fight world war three, without arms
Which all began from the pigs farm
And self enrich but now they itch
Even as they could turn to fish

With ten fins and bladders to swim
The tears that rain pours out cruel pain
Coming from drugs and outside laws;
Stay far apart; stay sanitized

More than a gun headshot begun
Aiming at rich lessons it teach…
I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse, had many flips.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel Diary: Treasured reflexes

I remember, your Moro reflex
How you stretched out those your tender hands
Like, ah Daddy don’t let me fall

You excelled in your rooting reflex
Whenever I tickled you, by your side
You turned, smiling wide, opening your mouth

Funny how you suck with great intense
Like mum will leave you unattended
I stare at you like, ride on my girl

Taking you outside, you closed your eyes
It seems the sun got nothing on you
Yes my child, you are also a star

And gradually from just a week old
You learnt how to firmly grasp my thumb
Raising you, you stimulate walking

Though I see how fast you are growing, Daily gaining weight as a result
Of your mother’s nutritious breast milk

I can not wait for you to be grown
So you can show me your stepping skills
Running around corners will be fun

The ossification of your bones,
Never looked better, than growing fast
Under mother’s love and caring arm.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Letter to terrorism

May calamity betide thee supporting ills
Beyond all reasonable doubt in crystal clear
Factually, if I were death, breath wouldn’t know thee.

Though opinion belong to all under the blue sky
Just like seeds, some are fruitful while others are not
Misleading and bearing forth Devils of stillbirth

I wonder what thou seeth in evil indulgence
And I curse the wind of death for not locating
And eradicating thee before thy cells swam

Winning the contest of a million sperm and eggs
Allowing black sheep to be born as advocates
Of negative change of defaults and narrative.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Growing and Glowing

Every lion was once a cub
Nature didn’t disturb
Nine months came, nine months gone
A shinning star was born
The heavens sang her song
Mine she chose to belong
Before the interaction
And all the attraction
In dream I saw her eyes
All shinning like the stars.

The joy of a father
Can never feel better
Watching your own creation
Lay on awesome cradle
Joy became flocculant
When I came in contact
With my baby Hazel
From blossom you could tell
Joy take worries away
Settling me, so to say.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Cradle cuddle

You make me look stupid
Losing my composure
I am privileged having
You, that I am sure…

Your magnanimity
Can not be measured
It makes the stars to
Lose their cynosure.

Hotter than the Sun
It is my pleasure
Holding a beautiful soul
Covered from exposure

By a spotless nascent skin
Fresh and soft in texture;
Nothing beats the feeling
Cuddling my own treasure.

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

The lookalikes

From the rocks of all ages,
I can not distinguish
Parent birds and offsprings
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of

But how do lovers choose
A lookalike for rings,
When taking the glove off
Further bending the truth
That; “one plus one is one”

Many differ from Adam
But after knotting ties
They get two gifts in lieu
One from kids of the womb
Second comes up in grey.

I have seen a balance
From produce of unions,
Between mother and child,
Yet at the other edge
You see features of dad.

If you are Mr. Thomas
Take a walk down the park
Watch families merry
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of.

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

Life after graduation

Million candles burnt
To realize a dream
I was the best there was
And I knocked giants down
Back in school days.

They really craved to be me
And have all skills I acquired….
But each time they attempted
My steel fist sent them packing
Back in school days.

Definitely I was born
To become the greatest of all
Even the thunder trembled
And Earthquake feared me,
Back in school days

But now fast forward
To the days way after
My blood and sweat poured
Just to reach the peak, after life
Back in school days.

Upon getting there, I discovered
That the world was peaceful
For a Warrior of my skills
And I couldn’t fit in like I did
Back in school days…

The more I tried to communicate
I sounded like an Alien
And I had to bend a kneel for
The leaders, the same folks I won
Back in school days…

But a voice whispered in my ear,
“My dear, you are a warrior
Jobless or not, to be a warrior
You do not need war, like
Back in school days”.

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