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This year’s fear

This year bore the low and high
Tearing down flames in the sky.
But I swam like sharks through tides
Beneath the oceans, no fears to hide.

Though trespassing, I had churns
Thrusting up, to face the fears
But I made whirlwinds to turn
By telling myself never to burn.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

We will be great

Wipe the stake clean repeatedly
When we lodge in a failed eventful inn,
Daydreaming of times we shall dine
Drinking rich wines, counting numerous dimes….

But as at now, our heads we bow
Bridging cables, standing far from swindles
For our hustle, we burst bubbles
Faces mop and mow, as all eyes gaze like owls.

Anxious to know when pains shall craft
A gain so great, to make us prominent
Living in here, please have no fear
Let’s endure scoff and jeer, till it cheers.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dear Child; work and pray

Dews can be the sweats
Dropping from the efforts
Put into a plan
Or it could be God’s plan

When the leaves are all
About to dry, and fall
There comes a tiny fog
Keeping it wet, for long….

Trees that hide in shades
Are those that gets short changed.
Dear child, look outside
For results search and find.

I know you are good
At the things that you do;
But, pray that the dews
Will always fall on you.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Potholes

Seems my both feet are in love
With muddy sands of bleeding skies
For my dreams; all I have given
But I keep failing on same road
Dangote, Mark, Bill Gates and co
Had all past through, to make their golds.

Fortune favors only the bold
These are exact words I was told
Fear I pull back, courage I drew
There is light at the tunnel end
Have been busy looking for mine
But seems to a mere song and dance.

I gaze at skies, each time I cry
Wearing boldness while I retry….
For, after all; it is said that
In the network of a big dream
Road to failure has same access
And potholes as road to success.

©2018 Http://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lament of a creator

I created a ball around orbits
Different points varied in heat
Also, by cold; on same region
I placed two folks, opposite sex
Same skin, same hairs and I was served…

But their children, explored the ball
And lost in touch of their parents
And that they thought on origin.
Each that settled on vary spots
Was changed by cold and toned by heat.

They all forgot the one language
Of peace, and love their parents spoke
And they called me different names.
As their roots changed, did their believes
Now my image has many names.

They oppress different linguist
They shove themselves for tradition
They fight themselves hurting sisters
Killing brothers all in my names
And the culture they even lost.

If they understood, that there is
A common link and origin
They would not fight, but who would learn
Or listen to my loud thunder cry
And feel my sorrow when it rains…

Even when I tell then, the blunt truth
On origin of tribes, and the strides
That brought about different skins,
Hairs, languages and religions
They will still call me a fake god.

Whereas I am still the creator
And they, the product of my hands
Who prefer to use my name but
Searching for me they throw me out
When they get close to finding me.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Refrain for peace

Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist and others
Battle over an ideology tagged by doctrines…
Killing one another; I can’t take it no more.
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Over the world, in your homes or neighbors
An invisible enemy; poverty and hunger,
Keeps winning as children are dying
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Parents are crying, yet you fight over doctrines
That were here in rock of ages before you were born.
And would still be, after you are gone
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Without life there will be no doctrine reader,
Yet for the doctrine, you rake and take lives;
When all doctrines have some common lines
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

The world is older than you, the Creator sees
So practice that you preach, show love to one another,
Irrespective of denominations, cultures and traditions…
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native fly: Ika and u’juju

You may deploy
Forensic technics
Sophisticated
Than I can imagine..

But I can tell
With just a tree
Folks from my tribe
“Ika” or related to us.

Veronica comforter
Botanist call it
But we call it
By the name; U’juju.

In family compounds
I look up the sky
Then down to leaf
Searching for it

Wherever I find it
I just know that
The occupants
Must be from my tribe.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Edit the color pictures

Rage, anger, and war;
Why do we make out
Fire from harmless smoke?
Why do we throw fists
When we will later
Hug, hold hands in feast?

Before blends of wines
Yes we heard it all
The torture and pains
Whether black or white
I am not racist
Put that on hash tags.

Call me what I am
Raw; not what I am
To bullets that harms
I do not expect
Exaggerating
Ants for elephant.

But, please desist from
Putting me under
Your ill expression
When with disclaimers
You can say; “Nigga”
And still go scot free…

On life screen, everyone
Is but a racist,
So tune the pictures
To black and white views
For these cameras
Has had enough blood.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

In your mental clouds

It hurts so badly; it does…
Seeing how awful we look
In your large mental clouds.

It hurts so badly to hear
You say; all men and women
Are the same around the globe.

It hurts, even an Angel
To know you see all Angels
As a cruel wicked demon.

It hurts so badly; it does…
Seeing how awful we look
In your large mental clouds.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dilemma of an Angel

If only I could just kiss and tell,
I know places to find the Angels

Based in heavens ringing bells
But on earth, red bloods they fetch;

Bold, and bowed religious outreach
Baking cakes, teachers that preach.

Bulldozers are rebuilding warships
But you see, only the worships.

Off but high in heavenly stewardships
Our acts have these blends of gels

Ordained but we still buy and sell
To you, so there is no need to tell.

Like hills, in crowd we never hide
Labelled as the consecrated birds

Dictating what is loosed or bound
Days outside robes are odd hours

Darkness is our natural towers
Doping all the Creator cowers…

If only I could just kiss and tell,
I would have rang a loud bell

Or reveal all the Angels that fell
But we are Angels, so who do I tell.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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