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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.

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

Corona: Our Inhumanity

Would the sun ever regain her brighten?
Would corona coronation stop being heightened?
Yes, it is taking souls and instilling fear
No one wants common cough to come near
Just a mere sneeze yet we run fast for our dear lives
And at times I wish the pandemic truths were all lies…

Ever since we activated social distance, and lockdown mood
Stocking the entire house with stuffs and foods
The chances of death by malnourishment increased
The tiny flowing love in our healths suddenly ceased
Though both the rich and the poor became leveled
The greed and love of money refused to bend a kneel.

Man’s inhumanity to humanity is just beginning
The price of commodities are skyrocketing
All for the sake of the deadly virus combat
Which rumours have it that it came from Chinese’s bats
But that is not the topic I speak of right now
Neither is it the honest reason why I frown

Hold on, why is the mind of mankind filled with dark chars
Gathering wealth in times of war, everyone keeps going far
Obviously, humans and Devils are so much alike
Ever thought; “what if I don’t make it out alive
Would I take these money bags with me to the grave”?
If the answer is no; I see no reason for an inhumane crave.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

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

Imploding Tears

Only an Aunt can give hug
Like a mother, carry lugs
Like sisters, going miles
Like friends with a sweet smile.

Before my tongue was bitter
I swung by to check on her
And wish her quick recovery
Seventy-five is young to me.

Laid on resuscitation
But seeing her condition
Breathing long, slow deep and hard
I sensed another graveyard.

We rushed her for a brain scan
She gave up right in our arms
Though my composure did win
My tears fell louder within.

God gives, and takes at His time
Now that you are gone, please find
An eternal peace and rest
Adieus Aunty, God knows best.

#R.I.P Mrs. Okwurumgbe Clara (Nee Onyeche) #Mama Nwarinma #18/03/2020 #3:38pm

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Corona Virus

I know you are scared to touch
Anything I comb and brush
But I was once just like you
In test tubes, where I was scrolled

I have seen many of me
Kick the bucket, part of me
Kept on going regardless
Till I got loosed and undressed.

But I chose love in the air
Feeding on hearts that fear
Invading body organs
Of all I come in contact.

I have so conquered Europe
With a single viral rope
Well, let’s not talk China
We know by now who I am

And the whole world is scared
Americans I paint red
Take a deep breathe dear, so I
Can come inside and hide

They kill me, but I must feed
Relatives and my kids
Africa I run to hide
But I met doom by the side

When scotching sun smouldered
Like it were sanitizers
But who would tell the world
This soldier is not by blood

But just striving to live
Though somehow he unweaves
The knits of the living
In few weeks of invading….

I know you are scared to touch
Anything I comb and brush
But I was once just like you
In test tubes, where I was scrolled.

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

Hot for all

We blacks got the body of a goddess
So soft as a fur, an all-round bliss
Even at eighty we will still be hot
Our hearts are the type, never to be hurt
Intimacy with us is a detoxicant
Our love have all eternal relevance
Longevity nature brings as we sprout
With a type of flame never burns out.
Beyond the walls of Earth we are the best
Even in the grave, we will still look hot
Our dark flesh are the type, never to be burnt
Hence God charged His Angels over our head
But the way we rock, turn, twist and fend
Makes even the Guardian Angels to feel lust
Indeed; we black colored skinned are the best.

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

Troubled couple

Two became one but
Under the same roof
We are both living
On different planets

Slowly the beats fadeouts
Our love seems to goof
Even when playing
We easily tear the nest..

Pouring a million words
Of abuses, quarreling
In our innermost hive
We burn our love page…

When people are gathered
We flip switch to acting
Romeo and Juliet’s love
All over the stage

We entertain the hall
They tag us lovebirds
We portray a rare gem
And eternal flame core

After the curtain falls,
We do not sustain beets…
But go back to mayhem
Like we were before.

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

Loving my dislikes

I stumbled on an art titled; next
Although I knew it was the best
I couldn’t compliment the Craft
Because it was hung on a bird’s nest

Oh yes, I knew she was the best
But I saw her, just like the rest
Demanding and troublesome girls
The type that could make life a hell…

Our conversation readdressed
All wrongs I had inside my head
From a word, sparkles started,
And I fell for her, hard and loud.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love path

For your sake
I do anything
Empty lakes
With love you bring.

I will bear
All of your sins
Hell shall fear
The love you bring

Flames burning
Without delay
Consuming
Both dark and day

I care not
What People say…
Just pilot
My entire days.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mary and Barry

Dozens of roses, she picked a lemon
From Saints and Angels, she chose a demon
If the Devil could meet a lady
Let’s say by ten, endowed as Mary
The evils on earth and in heavens
Shall come to an end before eleven.

But who would have even envisaged
Such could arise in this present age
When everyone is after money,
The looks and not the taste of honeys
Barry isn’t as cute as the Devil
Neither his pocket heavy and full

Dozens of roses, she picked a lemon
From Saints and Angels, she chose a demon
The reality of his fantasies
Materialized from her ecstasies
And since she wore the ring as his wife
Flowers bloom all the days of their life.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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