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Hazel’s Diary: 6 Months old

From blown balloon to neonate
She has made me a proud dad…

Today is the yesterday
Half a year ago she was born.

Amazing, soon comes the spoon
Picking solids outside breast milk.

Even as time transforms her
In my eyes, she remains neonate

Giggling in memories
Where I guild her while she crawls.

Six months, I still water her
Watching her shine and flourish

Praying she bloom and rule
For Dad loves her, forevermore.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Avoid me

Please stay clear away from me
There are clouds following me
Dark and heavy, whirl and wild.

To the round drawing table
Back I go, when I tumble
Yet I fumble more and more.

Heaven joined, to renounce
Driving me into doghouse
Left to my own devices…

When I fail, I cry and try
But the tears refuse dry
Flushing me back into hell

I no longer take a chance
Since mountain labor gave mouse
As outcome each time I climb

Life has reduced me to tears
People too good, are my fears
So stay clear; away from me.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Five Months gone

Sweet Hazel
Daddy’s first girl

Precious heart
God’s perfect art

Greased with oil
Made to allure.

Achilles’s heel
You are to me

Give me five!
Well done my child.

As you crawl
To penny drops

Learn more tricks
Each time you blink…

Five months are gone
Since you were born

You still rock
In all your socks…

Still giggling
And still sucking

Keep growing
And keep glowing

Dad loves you more
Forevermore.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Politics: Seeking leadership

In these dark days,
When hell is winning
Cuckoos in the nests
Are so unruly,
We need good leaders
To transform the stage
And leopard’s spots
That never does change.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Running from foreigners and our politicians.

In the eyes of the world, we are so weak
Residing in a home where the roof leaks
Quenching taste with droplets from the ceilings
Instead of walking straight down to the stream.

In the eyes of the world, we are stupid
To dwell in the Nations of growth impedes
Whose flowers may never come into bloom
Residing in this very crooked home.

In the eyes of the world, they have it all
To unlock and walk through front and back doors
Making us turn to green around the gills
By mischiefs of experimental pills…

In the eyes of the world, we should break up
But we decided to stay away from storm in teacups
That has subdued us into cats caught tongues
And made us dead in the souls we belong.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A shot in the dark

I wish I could get to the end of the space
Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face,
Not just the stars and rocks, but to visualize
All the possibilities life can realize…

Maybe I would realize things wide off the mark
And not by blind faith nor whistles in the dark
Aside religions are there aliens up there
Or is it only tailored here on this sphere?

I stay rooted on earth, but I smell a rat
Though imaginary but it is a fact
For answers to be gotten, the end of space
Would have an interpretation of our faith.

But my fate wouldn’t take me to space to smell
The rum, raspberry, gunpowder and steak seared,
Nor unravel the mystery of darkness,
Light’s untold purpose and everything else.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Politics: Let’s face the fact

The origin of inhumanity
And its verified etymology
Is a distraction and contradiction
To the essence of true democracy….
…Hey!!! Enough of those jaw breaking grammars.

Just like the case, of an ugly monkey
And as a mother always love her kids,
I am so compelled to love my Nation
Yet she keeps splashing raw eggs on my face
Saying; “you can’t do more than died rats”.

Each time she does that, a rebel is born
Bad is never good till the worst happens
Of course, Rome wasn’t built in a day, but
The envisaged came from the same kitchen
That shortchanged silver spoons without a spoon.

Fear the men of oaths than those holding guns
They are the sheep outside, but wolves within
Playing, “the more you look, the less you see”
It seems that politics is never clean
More growth, the deeper the sink in the sea.

Ask no questions of egg and the chicken
When both bold and shy crates are empty
And plates have never been graced by proteins;
Politicians meant to serve the people
And not for their self enriching pockets.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Discovery at Adulthood

We were not poor, we were not rich
We never had a net without a fish
Neither did we have the heaviest box
But what mum prepared satisfied us.

I saw my parents as the world’s richest
For, everyday seem to be harvest
We had not the sharpest tool in shed
But we made memories that never fades.

I was never the sharp knife in drawer
But they inspired me to go on further
All along I felt my dad could buy a jet
And it all a wind chase for many years.

My parents hid the real world from me
They provided all of my dare needs
And never did their struggling face show
Or things they went through so I can glow.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

When I was a kid

When I was a kid, I was a kid
Like every other, I had my mischiefs

I soiled myself building mud hills
I placed my fingers in the till

At some point, I picked meat from the pot
Rubbing evidence on my white shirt

Shameful as it is I did bed wet
I told white lies, nodding my head

From mum, I hid wounds without delay
When I bruise my knee from a rough play

Time for silence were my moments
Disturbance seemed to be my talent

Most times from an innovation
It all ended up in destructions

From nothing I still created fields
I jumped down from trees with other kids

I saw things as a piece of cake
Like climbing mountains and swimming lakes

Most times I hate seeking for help
My energy sprung in its own step

When I was a kid, I was a kid!
Now I am a dad, watching my kid.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A reason to die

I don’t need to pull triggers
Even when I am a wild tiger
I don’t need to stretch out claws
To prove it’s sharp on the floor

I don’t need no gunpowders
All I need is a homemaker
Just the type that withstand breeze
And advocate for love and peace.

All hairs can not be long and dark
Hence before I make a remark
I love to see and analyze
And not just jump to criticize

I had taken a million punch,
Only to give out flower bunch
I do things as a diplomat,
But for blood till death, I fight.

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