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Bill Gate’s mind

Photograph of Bill Gates (Source: Facebook)[/caption]

#Verse I

There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.
Ashes and chains
No loss no gain….
A mind that sells
Is well detailed.

#Verse II

There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.
All it entails
Is head not tail,
A mind that sails
May pass and fail.

#Verse III

There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.
To be the Bills,
You need make plans
Rotate like fans
Of the windmills.

#Verse IV

So fame a frame
It makes a film,
A very big name
Trademarks and gains.
There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.

Theme of peace

Air, water and land
Are all held between
By something within
By something we need
By something often killed.

As age grace the young,
Every child unborn
Shall learn a cool song
Coming from tongues
Of tideless Oceans
Youth arise; sing my song…

Water got no rival
Have you realized,
No rebound, no love
In a world at war…
Let the ocean flow
Youth arise; swim with me….

We label things red
Fear of extinction
Animals to zoo
Humans are farther
From air, sights and sounds
Youth arise; fly with me.

Love rot without it
Love dies, seriously
Endanger species
End jungle justice
Come to the bridge
Youth arise, come with me.

Give me chance to breath
Give me chance to breed
Endothermic theme
I am peace within
The world shall be calm
If youth arise with me.

Elderberry

Plates of Elderberry (source: Google)

I am elderberry
But I am not angry
At the resources
Nor the number
Of exs, I got; but
The moments wasted.

I am elderberry
But I am not angry
At broken promises
Nor fake friends
But the fake love
They exhibited.

I am elderberry
But I am not angry
At spilled milk
Nor bubbles that burst
For it is the way
The cookies crumble.

I am elderberry
But I am not angry
At the heights
I didn’t reach
But misunderstood
As total failure.

I am elderberry
But I am not angry
At myself being black
Or the taste I lack
But having plans
I never attempted.

I am elderberry
But I am not angry
My candid advise is,
Don’t drink my juice
Unless you know
How it was made.

Evolution of black homes

Thatched roofs, red muds
Journeying through loads
Off skiff sniff of air,

Black husband met wife
Drank palmwines, swore oats
And made love in huts.

Their darts on the cliff
Had a bond and grip…
More of an eclipse,

Beyond wealth and fames
Beyond grains and games
Like a seed to rain.

Now roses are withered
Now hearts have hatred..
With rings blinking red.

The home that was stiff
Now dethrones Chiefs
As love falls asleep.

The huts disappear
Along with bare trees
As a black man’s home

Have many torn foams;
With these black ladies
Plotting to break bricks.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
©2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Unemployed

Ack! There are bones
In our wardrope
Boo-hoo… We cry
For one two three
Lectures we crammed.

Aye! Stand and Ascend
The throne of head
Graduate; we try
Leap then to fly
But the school lied.

Eek! So surpised
Street hot, class iced…
In bed we tie
Joblessness lies
Future seems denied.

Hunh! Wallets throw
And joints we roll
Liquor we buy
We stay so high
Devil our mind.

Mwah! hugs no kiss
Snakes can’t hiss
Cats don’t die
Searching for pie
A spot to land.

Yum! We go home
With spits that foam
On mummy’s pie
And her hot fry
We eat in yard.

Yuck! kids nextdoor
Grow bad odour,
You, them and I
Who once said hi
Say bye, then hide.

Tick the time ticks
Hairs changing ink
Low key we stay
Red, day by day…
…Unemployed…

Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
© 2017, Vinzpoetry
Lines: 40 lines
Syllable: 4-4-4-4-4

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