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FOMO ( Fear of missing out)

Journey of life takes me to a place
Where life is calm and peaceful
Though, sometimes grasses go dry
But once the rains comes they sprout

I dwelled underneath a friendly sky
Inhaling fresh air on healthy diets
I have a plan, to live a genuine life
Hence I stay focus on my lonely track

But the wind keeps bringing pictures
Of friends who flip to another path
Where milk and honey falls from the sky
On hands whose feet are on greener grass

Everyone I have ever known now glows
Adopting different accents and richly postures
“YOLO – You only live ones” they scream
Creating FOMO – “fear of missing out” in me

Every seconds a new picture drops
I see, life is fun and party to them
Feels I’m an eclipse, hence everyday
I wait for the earth to rotate, so I may glow

Looking around me, I see just me
And it takes me under the weather
Feeling lonely and underachieved
I just hope I am on the right track.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lenses of Nature

When three ropes
Are tied together
It becomes stronger

The sky, air and soil
Are filled with glows
And treasures of all kinds

The beauty of nature
Is in everything
It connects together..

How wonderful is it
Seeing clouds gather
And let go of its weight,

Raining splendidly
Over tall hills and
On the green grasses

Giving life essence
And sprouting roots
Reasons to grow

How wonderful is it
That a Free falling water
Comes from a mere rock,

Valleys are between
Mountains standing tall
Reaching for the blue

While providing haven
For the eagles to stay
And regain lost strength

How wonderful is it
Seeing trees stretch
And reach for the blue,

While the rivers
At the bottom
Flows with great aplomb

Dispersing life and
Acting as mirrors,
Reflecting Gods wonders.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

I hate December

Although I love Christmas
The time is here again
When we all fight
Desperately
To make double gain
By any means
Necessary.

Although I love Christmas
I detest pains she cause
Our poor loved ones
Picture them crying
From our ugly fates
When it creates
The prefix late.

Although I love Christmas
Life ought to be simple
Not as tipples
Carelessly do
Gambling it all, and
Forgetting
There are no spare parts.

Although I love Christmas
I hate December
Because she creates
A mentality;
Hey! don’t be late
When no one
Closes the gate…

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

December drivers

We are at the junction
We must apply caution
And not to be mentioned
As another lost soul
Life is not for auction
The brake has a function
There are many drivers
That drove in the summer
Stacking a lot of papers
Just to have a super
And beautiful winter
But bought a silent whisper.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Talking to the unborn

Hello, what would you do for fun,
In few months time, you will be born
Now your heartbeats, sound so sweet
I’ve seen your kicks and summersaults
Can’t wait to hold your tiny hands
On your cradle, innocent glance.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ten things

There are ten things
I love about your body
First is from the cradle
Of your pacific eyes
Second is your beautiful smile,
That sparkles like the stars
Third is your gorgeous hair,
Dark as the night, long and silky…

Fourth are your amazing lips,
And kisses tasting like honey
Fifth are your miraculous palms
Whose touch lifts me higher
Sixth is your appealing skin,
Softer than the furs and wools
Seventh are your breastplates
Succulently filled with milk.

Eight is your ravishing shape
A very big figure eight
Nine; your straight hot legs
With steps blazing like fire
Ten is your innocence;
Damn! you are an Angel
The heavens are in trouble
You are the breeze of seduction.

Hallelujah! at times I wonder
How you fit in those clothes
Your numerous endowments
Could make the Devil repent…
I would never forget the date
Our nodes and paths crossed
It was under the blue sky,
I found you, burning the sun.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex with poetry

Poetry is my sweet lover
Whether I am cold as cucumber
Or million degrees hot as hell
All my emotions are that she tells…

No matter the situation
Her passion, springs me to action
Painting pictures of her with words
Ecstasy; naked like a seed…

Amazing how she spreads her legs
Ravishing for all kinds of pegs
Lust in thoughts, I so love the urge
That comes from creative ink and brush…

An amazing sight to steal a glance
Her pretty face has good fragrance
Inhaling and appreciating
Nature, and all on, its great slate

Pen and paper, I always wear,
Because we make love everywhere,
Romancing me, all night and day
She blow my mind, in the right ways

Licking my brains, in sarcasm
To the heights of sweet orgasms
And as we age, we grow fonder
Poetry is my sweet lover.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Years of Buharism

Oh Nigeria, my Nigeria
Do we have to be rooted here
Is it bad to have faith in you
When denial is long over due.

We prayed for growth to be better
But tides of grief spread all over
Washing our faiths, replacing hopes
With bullets and some suicide ropes

We prayed for capable leaders
The ones who would be our Messiahs
But we got pins in our buttocks
Hurting much more than we can talk

Dead butterflies in our stomach
Breeds sufferings we used to lack
Our eye sockets are wet and soaked
With force of tears that erupt rocks.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womankind

Handle women like an egg
True love you will never beg
They can never be dethroned
No matter their broken bones,
The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

There wouldn’t have been a man
So please, respect the woman
Compliment her with your strength
And do not strike her with it…
The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Not all time, she hits the nail
Humans are to err and fail
But please never you laugh at her
Instead, play and laugh with her
The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Note to our parents on our wedding day

We belong to you
So, do not bother
Families are rays
In beams, but love has to pave

We have to leave you
To cleave each other
You have been a tray
Carrying us all our lives

We have to leave you
For a new chapter
But blood never sways
You are still part of our lives

We belong to you
Now more than ever
But in different ways
Thanks for the blessings you gave.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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