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The lookalikes

From the rocks of all ages,
I can not distinguish
Parent birds and offsprings
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of

But how do lovers choose
A lookalike for rings,
When taking the glove off
Further bending the truth
That; “one plus one is one”

Many differ from Adam
But after knotting ties
They get two gifts in lieu
One from kids of the womb
Second comes up in grey.

I have seen a balance
From produce of unions,
Between mother and child,
Yet at the other edge
You see features of dad.

If you are Mr. Thomas
Take a walk down the park
Watch families merry
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Two homeless men

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
Under the sun and moon light
You seem not worried at all
I see your barefooted print
A thousand miles, yet you smile.

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I see you catching a nap
With no mattress and pillow
I wonder how you got here
As an image of sorrow.

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I see you clear like crystal
But I say no word to you
I baffle how you manage
To squeeze in bins when it rains…

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I wish I could talk to you
Perhaps help you in any way
But I am like you, homeless
And my life is torn apart.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My Bloodlines

To my lovely children;
In your varying veins
The same blood flows deep down
From same ancestral gown

Daddy loves you so much
That he will always blush;
“I have been to lala land”
There are still lots to find.

In the air, build castles
Let wonders guide you through
Into imaginations
And cartoon’s illustrations.

Dance and play; in your cots
Throw blows; but not a lot
When you do, forgive too
The cord shared, is not two

Trust and always believe
Family never leaves…
Please honor your mother;
Do always remember

For you, she went through pains
After nine months you came
Giving her reasons to smile;
Hence, she goes extra mile

To protect and provide
You with a stress free life.
Do not get so annoyed
When we do spare no rod

While growing, when you err
Please gain an old man’s hair
Trust and always believe
Our love will never cease.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Revisiting Gifts

While I am overwhelmed by these gifts
Coming from past, sweet words and texts
During Christmas and my birthdays
Surprises that came with ribbons
Pockets filled with fat envelopes
And buckets of consumables
I am grateful for those moments.

All these stickers on souvenirs
Gotten from events in the past
Brings a flashback with some teardrops
Though I do not anticipate
Being here forever on earth
I revisit, for I can not forget
Sweet memories I find in gifts.

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

Tight Corners

Once you get married
Family expands
A son and daughter
Parents acquire;
Please do not take
Me off my rocker

I have heard them say;
Blood is thicker than
Water, but between
Your parents and spouses
Who is the thick blood
And who is water?

It may be easy
To draw conclusion
Not until, you are
Caught between two stools;
Two favorites that
Costs an arm and a leg

Me, I love them both
So do not blame me
When you see me freeze
In situations
When I have to pick
Between love and blood.

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

Lament of a Grass

I want to speak on a hot potato
Not the sexy spicy mama you know
Neither is it a romance story told
But Elephants that think they are gods.

Left to them, grasses trembled on
And shrubs beneath knees should not grow
They demand loyalty and a jump on bandwagon
Riding straight to the deep pit of hell.

Whereas, no life on earth forever stays
No conjuring charms can evade the decay
Soon you will be late, and no longer participate
In the affairs of those living on earth

Would you know you, when you are late?
This is just a penny for you thoughts
Give support rather than uprooting roots
Be humble, we all broke out by chance

Stop living life like you created yourself..
We are under the sky, breathing same air
Heal me with kindness at the drop of your hat
Not boss me around, like you can buy life.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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…

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

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

Darling Mom

I love my mom, she is kind and caring
She never sells ices to the Eskimos
Instead she provides, our meaningful needs
We aren’t the richest but we never starved.

Running from medications and hot water
Every time we had an injury, innocently
We hide it from her, but eventually
She always have a way of finding out…

She isn’t just a provider or an observer
Neither is she just another doctor
But she is a protector and a teacher,
The pillar of the home, she is a lioness!

Each time we err, she corrects our wrongs
And sings sweet songs applauding our right
Though most times she wears the scary look
It made bad neighbours not to mess with us…

Behind her straight unsmiling face, you will see
She is the sweetest and most caring mom
When nervous like a cat on hot tin roof
My mom would make you conquer those fears

And when frightened by anything or anyone
Run to her, and hide just behind her back
She is a superwoman, when she is home,
We are rabbits in the headlights that do not think.

Even as her sons marry their queens, and
Her daughters are leaving to another home,
Tongues would forever crave her delicious meals….
Oh! What would we have become; without our darling mom.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Face of fear

I so love
to spread my wings
Wearing courage
while I swing.

I may bend
but can not break
Wearing courage
when I shake.

I nosedive
but try to keep
Wearing courage
while I slip.

I stick needles
in my eyes
Wearing courage
is a prize.

I am a lion
brave and strong
wearing courage
all day long.

I embrace
my worst demons
Wearing courage
and they run.

I try again
when I fail
Wearing courage
over ails.

I have one rule;
“no regrets !”
Wearing courage
like a shirt.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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