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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

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

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.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The mental chains

It is difficult being a man!!!!
Time and seasons, I do respect
Avoiding the spills and the stress
Using tricks failure thought success.

I put blames on another clan
Accusing them for all my flaws
Even when obviously my claws
Were the ones at fault breaking laws.

Though my body and mind are one
We have never been on same page
No matter how we try on stage
We always forget our real image.

I no longer believe I can
Evade the spills and move further
Because my chains are far stronger
Than their weakest links and binders.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fifty-nine shades of green

I know of a Nation celebrating fifty-nine
An aftermath of tears, especially mine
Daily, multitudes run away, even foetus will
Rebuke the Nation as if it were the Devil’s kill.

Obviously, this is Nigeria, anything can happen
Every independence day, makes me saddened
Evil that men did in the past is always reborn
Why wouldn’t flowers wither when the Sun is gone

Hate or love it, I’m a Nigerian to the fullness
It is not that I love the pains and the darkness
Neither is it that I can not run away but I got to know
That Nigeria is a marshmallow on many roles

Getting into the characters played by the politicians,
You and I who live lawlessly, taking a chance
Sunset and sunrise, tomorrow will be better so I feel..
No matter how thick our blankets impeding growth may be

We will one day, wake up to see we arrived
Into a city of our dreams and our strives;
Rome wasn’t built in a day, let’s get to it
And abort the years of pain, so Nigeria will be great.

Happy independence day! Nigeria

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Stand up black nation

If not for the whites who came
Trading us and our resources
We would have ruled the world
But here we are undeveloped,
Shredding like animal’s furs
Hitting hard on mother soil.

We brag about being great
Better than the white folks:
Are we factual with this?
I hate to hear excuses
When we can, right the wrongs
Of the generations before us…

I love my dark complexion
I am proud of the black nation
But we should buckle up
And not blame the white faces
Nor blacks that sold our race
Several years ago…

Yesterday is but history
Today we are here breathing
What are we doing at the moment
To build the great Nation
We sing about in musics
Telling tales by the moonlight.

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Womb Prose: Kicking bumps

I love to feel your kicking limbs
There goes my hands, to hold and climb
I will like to know what you think
I love you dearly, let it sink..

I bet your world is full of thrills
Worry not of the future bills,
I do not mind looking unkempt
Just to make sure, you are alright.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Vanquished brutally

The riches of the world, makes me humble
Yet, a new week brings a new fumble;
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

Thought I had substance, till devil prized me
Sheepishly am rigid up to my kneels
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

In hot pan but the wax refuse to melt
Obviously most wax gained many regrets
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

The battle is lost in eyes of soldiers
Hence, I often look over my shoulders
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

Inside me rage builds ready to explode
Heavy heart, yet loads comes in like a flood
Sticking like a glue, blowing like a storm
It seems like, my village people won.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Perfect combination

When the wind whirls, everything unfreezes
Easy like; a, b, c… one, two, three…
Underneath the tranquil sky so blue
The rain showers then two birds flew
From separate spaces finding shelter
Or a spot where droplets don’t bother.

Singing sweet songs that is far from grief
The melanin hid under green leaf
Like it was predestined, fine and raw,
They met by chance, and fell deep in love
It must be the wind; maybe the rain
That matched them up; some people will say.

Certainly, the wind made it fonder
While the raindrops, wiped off all blunders
Birthing a clean slate of obsession
Nurturing new sets of emotion
Great as the black beautiful look
Blessings they got on each other’s hook.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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