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Hazel’s Diary: Growing bond

I have always felt, the ocean is deep
The skies are up and nothing can flip

I felt nothing can halt my wrath from wafting
Until little Hazel, came out stretching

Rare genes translated into a beautiful princess
Quenching volcanic eruption in the process

Smiling like the sun, penetrating with ease
Oh yes, I love her with every fiber of my being

And ever since she came into my world,
I became a child and a clown with a bond.

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Rough patch


Care to rent my garment?
Its shortage and mortgage…
Length to breadth is all bent
By jet age and carnage…
Lost values and bad names
Breaks my floor when it pours
None is tame on my lane
These and more, are my falls.

All my hopes hit the slope
Across page and all age
Righteous Pope can not cope
With my wage at this stage,
The cold sweat and peanuts
Hits the floor as it pours
Down and out, kiss of death
These and more are my flaws.

Unemployed? Dead is joy,
And the rage breaks the stage
Tempts and lures to destroy
My prestige and image
North to south, east to west
Wants me torn on the floor
Into parts, tribal path
These and more tears me more…

No great shakes, till they pick
From the cage they engaged
Coming quick as a wink
A new age, a new wage
Cans of worms, keeps them warm
Wealth they pour on the floor
Reaching Sun with their sums
These and more are my faults…

All prices hikes and spikes
Into grave like hot wave
What a prize for a rise
With damage and bandage
Can we right green and white?
This I pour on the floor;
Please fix it, my garment
Deserve more, than my fall.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Depth of sheds

Sirens wailing
Choppers hovering,
Nigeria
Now a war zone!

We were once one
Inseparable
Nigerians
Not anymore…

It hurts so bad
I do love the name
Nigeria
But not the pain…

Thousands as much
We work for peanuts;
Nigeria!
… Hate us that much?

Should we reject
Being born in here;
Nigerians
Or fix it all?

Who is to blame
Geo-region, tribes,
Nigerians
Smiling in pains?

Millions suffer
Dying of hunger;
Nigerians
Still kill their selves.

Oh yes, we know
Change is gradual;
Nigeria
We pay our dues

Yet you make it
Insignificant;
Nigerians
You scare away.

I am so soaked
Not in tears of joy;
Nigeria
But common pains

I wish I shed
A Crocodile’s tears
Nigeria
Each time you bled…

But I love you
Magnanimously
Nigeria
Reasons I cry…

These my tears are
Not from romances of
Nigerians
Nor their heartbreaks…

But from the fall
Of an iroko tree;
Nigeria
Heading down south

Stretching my hands
Unable to help
Nigeria
And help myself.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Indescribable

Outcomes of our fall,
Has an open door
Coming from a war
We may tag as life,
Fighting for our lives
Gaining dust for ranks.

Scythe or by broom
People still presume
We roam in their rooms
When we turn to ghosts
Whose breath cease to fit
While the maggots eat.

People think we see,
Walk and always feel
All they tag as real…
Could it be an end
Or a sort of bend
To a whole new blend?

Death breeds afterlife
We were once alive
To say otherwise
Now we are the myths
That are real or not
Until shadows exit…

On this battlefield
Life is short indeed
Silence is the shield
Separating lines
Yes, none can describe
What death may look like.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Scythe of fate

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Sometimes I scream inside my tent
Waking up from the blanks of rest

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
From the voids that cause me to shed
It all seems like I lose my head;

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering what it would be like
In total void away from life…

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Within my faith there is despair
Lying next to my greatest fear

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Transparent yet still not clear
One day I would be missing here…

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Trees may fall, the leaves may dry
I heard that, the soul never dies

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering if soul is a myth
Created to ease the scythe of fate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Talking heart


Give me puzzles to solve
Let me float up above
In the air like a dove
As long as the sky blue
Let it rain, give me clues
How to stay close to you

Show me how to have it
Show me how to hold it
So candles can stay lit…
Cold or heat, dried or wet
Impoverished or in wealth
Let me grab all that sweat

Never to be detached
But your sweet perfect match
If I crash, let me crash
What is life without you
When the wind lead me through
All the pains straight to you

You are such a goddess
This feeling in my chest
Is so deep and intense
Show me how to love you
I am null without you
Yes I am, it is true.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sameness



Dwelling on a large field
Amidst a buried seed
Sprouting into a tree
Then to levels of seas,

Change is a constant thing
The song the birds do sing
Eternity is faith
Reality is but vain…

All flesh exit the town
Even the rocks break down
Amidst the daily smiles
Are corresponding cries…

With many unsaid byes
Looking down from the skies;
Asking several why
I guess, the gods are wise…

More-so,in all of it
Time is so infinite
Yet it is short and bright
One minute there is light

Suddenly, it gets dark
Lying still on a plank
Sometimes wrapped in a mat
Bottled in jars as ash

Returning back to start
Repeating the same path
Yet we forget all that
Seeing others as ants.

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Tears in all I have seen


I have seen flags
Raised in borders
I have seen tapes
Encroaching lines…

The words I heard
Carried by winds
Came in varied
In tones and tongues…

I have heard truths
Subdued by lies
Carried my both
Adults and youths

I have seen blood
From veins and genes
I have seen guns
I have seen dust…

I have seen flesh
The thick and soft
I have seen swords
Slice them like breads…

I have seen heat
I have seen snows
I have seen rains
Flush away souls

I have seen birds
Creating nest
I have seen jets
Shredding their eggs

I have seen shells
Emptied on lands
I have seen bombs
Drop from the sky

I have seen girls
I have seen boys
Become friends
Sometimes strangers

I have seen parts
Of bodies reaped
I have seen legs
Opened and raped…

I have seen things
Awful and weird
I have seen moon
Subdued by light

I have seen books
Termed as Holy
Read by same folks
Killing for God

I have seen riots
I have seen flames
I have seen tears
Drip from pillows

I have seen men
Enjoying war…
It never ends
It just replays

From tradition
And geo regions
To religions
And possessions

Strangely, it is
The common thing
That bonds men that
Tears them apart

And it worsens…
By every dawn
And sunsets of
Generations…

I wish I could
From the comfort
Of my bedroom
Fix the whole world

Turn things a new
But I am part
Of the problem
Destroying earth.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Red orange Delilah

Heaven may see through my corrupt thoughts
And the point where my conscience got burnt...

Until it sees a beauty with grace and elegance
Making a statement; fall or take a chance...

Heaven may erase my name from the book of life
But I await the judgement after my demise

For there is a perspective of sin I have seen
That justifies impermissible carnal sin.

Heaven knows that even immortals
Can't take their stainless eyes off her

Her body configuration do not hide
The amazing workshop where God's craft abide

Heaven knows that her skin is as soft as a wool
Red orange Delilah meant for Samson's Waterloo...

I know in heaven my thoughts are condemned
But with her, I would rather stay as damned.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s diary: World’s greatest daughter


Staring at an infancy
I could smell her fantasies
And wonders of her dreams,
Walking through the autumn leaves.


With innocence at its peak
Belly laughing, at a trick
When she chuckles, I chuckle
When I guffaw, she guffaws.

She fetches the handkerchief
To dry tears on others cheek
She is a tower of strength
God bless her future friends…

There seems to be so much joy
Watching her pet her own toys
Pampering them like they breath
Dancing to songs and the beats

She reminds me time does flies
Reciting nursery rhymes
Watering flowers in jars
Bringing back the nostalgia.

Her mindset is an atlas
Running around with sparklers
Best part is when she calls me;
“Da.. da.. dad” exhorting me.


She is my first noble prize
More than it meets the eyes….
Of a billion, she chose me
And I like how great it feels.

Like the breeze from the ocean
Cooling soul with such passion
I’m proud to be the father
Of the world’s greatest daughter.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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