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Flower and honey
There is a song pleasant to ears
Sprouting from hearts and never ends
In it says of warriors, so strong
Yet the weakest in such a song.
There is a sound that the bees make
Sucking nectars, their wings shake
Making sweet honeys from flowers
Yes, it is built into towers!
There is a voice that sometimes shakes
Pouring questions right to the face
Different tribes but same language
Growing fonder from page to page
There is a touch that makes a poet
Connect to soul on single thought
Whether in air, on land or sea
Love it is, where I rather be.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Beclouded rose
Starring in the roles of ecstasies
Are bewitching flowers from precious trees
That exists in the sacred rhapsodies
Of fickle hearts catching pitter-patter,
From the styles and stigmas that deters
Immortals from grace as they pander.
This very pedal has an inner beauty
That conforms not with confidentiality
Instead her fragrance, in high velocity
Make the honeycombs to never run dry
As it willingly dispenses cravings into beehives
Transmitting signals stamen long to have.
This flower is configured to shine and rule
Her pride rests on her own receptacle
She’s beauty personified, yes it’s true
Like Aphrodite’s in reincarnation
Stretching back from time of creation
Till now, none can compete with her perfection
Aside the artifact in the treasure chest
Inside the ecstasy, she appears stainless,
Big and soft, classy and simple, yet complex
As her shadow, I’ve seen her naked by the mirror
Intently conceiving herself a pure allure
Whereas outside the illusion she has many scars and errors.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lost in void
Stay focus no matter what
Posterity is a needle eye
Only the right and just
Would eventually pass through,
No matter the circumstances
Wrong is wrong and it is
As big as an elephant…
But, how can I stay on course
When an impeccable carnage
Of distraction keeps hovering
With a million booby traps
Over me from page to page,
Hunting my mental health and
Making me a caricature while
An Elephant passes through
The tiny eye of a needle.
The masquerades no longer dance
To tones in the market square
But to the vibrations of money;
No wonder my soul left my flesh
Distancing itself from my falls…
And the shames of the cruel worms
In my stomach drumming and
Releasing hits songs back to back…
How can I stay on course
Paddling in a troubled sea
Misled by credible wind of sail
And a devoted broken compass,
Into a world of negative trends
Where every wrong is praised
And right is stoned to death
Or possibly aborted before birth…
How can I! When I am startled
In the dark, by my own shadow,
And a voice within me that echoes
My failures every break of dawn.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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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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
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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
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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
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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
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