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A shot in the dark

I wish I could get to the end of the space
Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face,
Not just the stars and rocks, but to visualize
All the possibilities life can realize…

Maybe I would realize things wide off the mark
And not by blind faith nor whistles in the dark
Aside religions are there aliens up there
Or is it only tailored here on this sphere?

I stay rooted on earth, but I smell a rat
Though imaginary but it is a fact
For answers to be gotten, the end of space
Would have an interpretation of our faith.

But my fate wouldn’t take me to space to smell
The rum, raspberry, gunpowder and steak seared,
Nor unravel the mystery of darkness,
Light’s untold purpose and everything else.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

When I was a kid

When I was a kid, I was a kid
Like every other, I had my mischiefs

I soiled myself building mud hills
I placed my fingers in the till

At some point, I picked meat from the pot
Rubbing evidence on my white shirt

Shameful as it is I did bed wet
I told white lies, nodding my head

From mum, I hid wounds without delay
When I bruise my knee from a rough play

Time for silence were my moments
Disturbance seemed to be my talent

Most times from an innovation
It all ended up in destructions

From nothing I still created fields
I jumped down from trees with other kids

I saw things as a piece of cake
Like climbing mountains and swimming lakes

Most times I hate seeking for help
My energy sprung in its own step

When I was a kid, I was a kid!
Now I am a dad, watching my kid.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A reason to die

I don’t need to pull triggers
Even when I am a wild tiger
I don’t need to stretch out claws
To prove it’s sharp on the floor

I don’t need no gunpowders
All I need is a homemaker
Just the type that withstand breeze
And advocate for love and peace.

All hairs can not be long and dark
Hence before I make a remark
I love to see and analyze
And not just jump to criticize

I had taken a million punch,
Only to give out flower bunch
I do things as a diplomat,
But for blood till death, I fight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Reasons to run (I)

From the point I see;
Viewing the blue sea

Fishes swim freely
But some are silly

Drowning into tracks
Of hooks and sharks.

I am not saying
That love is worthless

I still remember
Love is forever,

But the brave ones die
And foolish ones lie,

When cupids beguile
And leaves scars behind.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A painter called Earth

All memoirs fade, and goes with breath
Allowing more heads to grace the earth
Till time wash the memories off
There are wonders in paint and brush.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beauty of parenthood

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you.

Beauty is joy forever
And it includes the flattened tubes
And garments made from torn pieces.

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you

The pot tummy and the stretch marks,
Extra size that never goes back
And the gradual loss of hair strands.

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you

Innocent frames of the newborns
Heads on mum’s arms sucking with pride
Or the sleeping head on Dad’s back.

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you

Watching them grow into adults
I wonder what beauty could be
When it is the only skin deep.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blood love

The bond in blood are no close shave
The truth is all I ever crave
And when it does land me to grave
I will be way proud ghosting so brave.

When it comes to family too
I can be caught between two stools
Not from knowledge I was schooled
But following my heart all way through.

There is a bridge I will not cross
If it makes blood to rot and rust
I will not attempt busting gut
Family bonding is all I trust.

If there are treasures to be found
Family is the whole nine yard
With a beautiful magic wand…
Abracadabra… it makes me glad.

Togetherness is bish bash bosh
And at some point there may be ish
But I still wouldn’t move an inch
Family is that, I only preach.

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The troll

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
I hate baked bread with flour of lies,
Deceitful yeast doubling the size.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
And even when I mean no harm
Spilling the milk is who I am.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
With no reservations or shame
I speak like the truth calls my name.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
At times I wish I could be remade
But I keep painting spade as spade.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
Throw stones at me, call me a troll
Through me the truth, will always roll.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Victims of sexual abuse

All rapist leave a scar
On the flesh like bashed cars
Wide, privacy they fling
Yet, victims often cling
And those who let it out
No justice, bail the cat.

Not all plugs are for sparks
Firing, it leaves a mark
A thick permanent stain
Spreading over the brain,
It is so terrific
Not gender specific.

All rapist leave a mark
In the mind, deep and dark
That still wouldn’t go off
Vigorously when washed
And when peeled around
Regions the scars are found.

Woe betide the loan sharks
And any who would embark
On such trip creating traces
Of pain hanging on faces
And eating deep in souls
Of victims down the road.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Handicapped

From where do problems emerge
Have you had a cut on your flesh
Whether ocean deep or shallow
Have you had pains that you swallowed?

Have you had an uncontrolled tears
Seeing folks suffer when you cheer
And you could relate broken bones
From dwelling in a troubled home

Have you ever felt firsthand pain
Where you hush and couldn’t relay
Suffers and ugly lessons learnt
From ashes and disappointments

Have you been undressed by unrest
Both in sunrise and in sunset
I wish I could lend you my hands
But I am like you, paralyzed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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