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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.

Beautiful ugliness

I drive around the town everyday
When one giveup another will slay
They turn big hens and then they lay.

Some eggs roll over, from end to end
Like lakes some don’t flow nor bend
Some are heavy, some crack, some dead.

I drive around cities everyday
I see maggots hide inside clay
On a demise they choose to pray.

They play with flames under the sun
As man ages, new demons are born
In form of furs, feathers and guns.

I see two toads squat on a corn
Lurking at the tadpoles reborn
Some rejoice as others get torn.

Breathe is a sweet bitter entry;
The pretty and man-made beauties
Grow same horns with pains and pitty.

But when the rain finally drips
Powdered layers begins to rip
As the wind then blowoff the heaps.

I drive around the flood everyday
I see the doves and owls that says,
“We are unique in our own ways”.

Title: Beautiful ugliness
Form: 8-8-8 sylabllic
Lines: 24lines
Theme: life
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
© 2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Voiceless time (2)

Riding on a bike
Stay inquisitive like
A youth of time.

Let alertness mill
Anticipation to brim
On a voiceless time.

Old age is its jerk
Applying no brake
Be youthful all the time.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress. com

Voiceless Time (1)

Voiceless time by Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

On the same place
With different faces
Repeating all the time,

There is a calendar
A voiceless ladder
A ladder of time.

On the same place
With different faces
Repeating all the time,

Often running
Morning to evening
On a series of time.

On the same place
With different faces
Repeating all the time,

Beneath its neck
All eyes on deck
Waiting for its time

To mould, to break
To fill, to leak
On a voiceless time

On the same place
With different face
Repeating all the time.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Vincent

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In a starry starry night
Vincent lives without a fright
A time a day, he makes a plan,
For the twinkle twinkle stars
Vincent has quite a big dream
So big that no one belives him,
In the run of a sun sunny day
Vincents’ dreams shine so bright
But dull in a short term sight,
In the swirl of a swirling cloud
Vincent makes a violet haze
But seen as the dimming rays,
An image deflected reflecting eyes
Vincent has a dream of a hot ice
For every innocent African child..

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