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The Hibiscus Young Witch


Yes! she is beautiful
And oh yes! It is true
But mallow is evil
Saying, mirror mirror!

Her eyes are wild open
Yet she just wrecks the cone
A proud witch of terror
Standing by the mirror!

Drooling after herself
Mocking all aging elves
Thinking she's a dolphin
Whose skin will never fold.

Despite zero errors
In her number six looks
Her reflection echoes;
A soured rotten rogue!

With no good to offer
Outside of her beauty
And her busy hotline
With many wannabes...

But soon, the sun shall set
And streets of jam traffic,
Loud noise and high shoulders
Would be soon forgotten.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Amaryllis

You are a Swan, sweetest of wine
Beauty of a peacock, an immortal luck
The carnation in ample of an apple
And a sparrow of the Cupid’s arrow.

Soft like fur yet a tiger’s claw
Conjuring orchid from the air you breath
I must say; blessed be the day you were born
Behold! No entity has ever seen such a soul.

You are a mix of Heather and Rose
An Aphrodite’s seashell is that you hold
Time will fly, and the fox skin may fold
But, your beauty will forever remain like the sun above!


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Welcome son (Ehi’yem’ofe)

The gate was dilating
Ten fingers were waiting
To unwrap the present
The Lord God hath sent...

Twenty twenty two,
The date was twentieth
That night, Angels sang
The sweetest of melodies.

Tangential at its best
The clock slowly ticked
Tumult and pains intensified
Till quarter past twelve

Ten centimetres attained
Ten tactical fingers partook
The Apple tree whirled
Torrid but kept on pushing...

Tranquility swung by briefly
Turning tension into sugar,
The cry for life was heard
There were nothing paid in exchange!

Tidied up by the midwives
There were no tags attached
Therefore, call him 'Ehiyemofe' !
The Lord hath freely given.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The era of mist

At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
Symbolizing endowment
Meant to be inherited…

Soil, air and underground
Blessed with the best ever found
Trenches infantry was born
And to die for its honor,

All the edges are bloodstained
Heroes past will be ashamed
By each dawn, we sink deeper
Catching cruise with the fever…

Patriotism must stay green
Ultimately, I agree
But the love, the strength and faith
I ought to serve with is late.

Looking at the lofty bags
And millions of dirty rags…
Promises float high like mists
We can see but never reach

The suffering in the land
Has totally gone out of hand
Yet we sell our votes and soul
To the bloody dirty pol…

Birthright they claim while they rep
Deaf they play and never help
Corruption trends without fear
Gulping now and future share

At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
But I have lost faith and hope
In both the old and the whelp.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachuwkwu

Chained colour


A pejorative colour cost a breath
If you dare, for the love, put on a beret!
Whether new or old, bright or faded
The gloom and doom looms in the shade.

Since the leaf turn mafias, and the roses sail,
Ashes float by the hammer and nail
Even the shadows carry an axe
Other shades of the rainbow has a mark.

Today it is racism, tomorrow religion
And a group's love for segregation
The world has never been the same
Ever since humanity became insane.

Like Ukraine has a bitter stain on it
By the political legion that loves a hit,
Watching the sky covered in gloom
And the sands bleed for a crime it has no clue.

If the night comes out with full rack
Fighting any thing that is opaque
Any form of the shade outside its hive
How would we all feel being alive?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Caduceus and sawbones

I have tried to fix the broken allure
And was the only one obeying the laws
I have had hopes in hopeless times
I guess this place is not of mine..

Now I hear the calls of the white rain
And the cravings of my hot vein
I know all that the ancients say
About the hunter that lost his way

It isn’t worth it, if it leaves my hand
So worryless of that I left behind
To catch the horse, follow the neigh
Truth is bitter, this city is a fray

No disrespect to my background
But I rather my own kind of way
Not dancing underneath the sun
Whereas my destiny loiter in soil.

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Onyeche Vincent Onywkachukwu

Water from flame

I know right now all you see, 
Is a boundless flowing sea
With an admirable color blue,
Prestigious depth and volume
Pure allure, but on the contrary
The tenacity of flames created me.

New may be waves that is found
But I am far from being brand
Before the flakes was my void
Non-existence avioded shores
Until the event of fire came
With a snuggling red hot flame.

Burning out, covered in smoke
Facing sweet tragedy evoked
Carnage like never before
Consuming bones, flesh and sore
Encrypting; "let there be ash
Burrowing like the sands of ants".

I went through the worst of drills
Wondering what hell might be
Floating, I felt like the air
Following the rhythm and the cheer
Of the naked flames as they came
Embracing the outcome of my fate.

Deep inside the carnage I saw
Was a chemistry full of claws
But, out of the blues, came vapour
The substance I emerged from;
Although the fire event burnt
All of me, in its rage I was born

In nutshell, I learnt a lot of things
Never cowed by what fear brings
Problems may arise but beside it
Lies the solution to resolving it
Someday we will be gone with the wind
It doesn't mean we shouldn't face what life brings.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fates of loo



Just like light to a surface
Casting shadows on all places
Scars, wrinkles and the dents
Of loo all have common end…

If reflections could only speak
So many secrets would be leaked
For every day a child is born
Loo is by the corner hanging on,

Patiently waiting for the time
Sparks of light will cease to shine
Patiently waiting for its torn
In the minds that put dreams on…

Some may spring from carelessness
Others germinate all by chance
Slipping through one’s own finger
To complete recipes of disaster

What an opportunist loo must be
Fighting what was meant to be…
Up in the smoke, throwing towels
Welcoming another troubled bowel

Right on stage, loo seem to call
Giants and ants until they fall,
Its memories are in kicked buckets
And dust covered bodies in caskets…

The grave is where loo has its theme
Echoing from voices of lost dreams
And once another child is born
Like shadows, by their dreams, loo hands on.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Waiting for sunsets

The cock may crow
at the break of dawn
hopeful we are for,
tomorrow’s sun…

There are times I
think about leaving
and where I will be
lost in my sleep

On the thin ice
we are all waiting
like an employee,
for that we reap…

On our payroll
is the same caption:
saying; “when I call,
don’t be stunned“.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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