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Corona: Our Inhumanity

Would the sun ever regain her brighten?
Would corona coronation stop being heightened?
Yes, it is taking souls and instilling fear
No one wants common cough to come near
Just a mere sneeze yet we run fast for our dear lives
And at times I wish the pandemic truths were all lies…

Ever since we activated social distance, and lockdown mood
Stocking the entire house with stuffs and foods
The chances of death by malnourishment increased
The tiny flowing love in our healths suddenly ceased
Though both the rich and the poor became leveled
The greed and love of money refused to bend a kneel.

Man’s inhumanity to humanity is just beginning
The price of commodities are skyrocketing
All for the sake of the deadly virus combat
Which rumours have it that it came from Chinese’s bats
But that is not the topic I speak of right now
Neither is it the honest reason why I frown

Hold on, why is the mind of mankind filled with dark chars
Gathering wealth in times of war, everyone keeps going far
Obviously, humans and Devils are so much alike
Ever thought; “what if I don’t make it out alive
Would I take these money bags with me to the grave”?
If the answer is no; I see no reason for an inhumane crave.

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

Corona is karma

I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse made reverse flip
She flooded streets, with a reset,
Giving them back all in their bank

Accordingly, appropriately
Cutting sockets, kicking buckets
Lots of bodies, foes and Buddies,
Were stacked like logs, and scared of bugs…

“Dirt kills not an Africa man”
Oh sorry, not those type of men
Who corruption has eaten deep
Beyond depths meant for sinking ship

Now, the center hold not anymore
Beans are empty in cooking pot
And our Hopes are dead in weevils
I heard someone casting Devils

All blames they pushed but he stayed put
In hell, watching landing birds pooh
He had no hand, sins of our land
Exhumed from sands from end to end

Wedges were down and mere touchdown
For personal gain, and golden crowns
Then borders crossed, the virus tossed
Dirt we overpowered, now kills us

We fight world war three, without arms
Which all began from the pigs farm
And self enrich but now they itch
Even as they could turn to fish

With ten fins and bladders to swim
The tears that rain pours out cruel pain
Coming from drugs and outside laws;
Stay far apart; stay sanitized

More than a gun headshot begun
Aiming at rich lessons it teach…
I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse, had many flips.

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

Letter to terrorism

May calamity betide thee supporting ills
Beyond all reasonable doubt in crystal clear
Factually, if I were death, breath wouldn’t know thee.

Though opinion belong to all under the blue sky
Just like seeds, some are fruitful while others are not
Misleading and bearing forth Devils of stillbirth

I wonder what thou seeth in evil indulgence
And I curse the wind of death for not locating
And eradicating thee before thy cells swam

Winning the contest of a million sperm and eggs
Allowing black sheep to be born as advocates
Of negative change of defaults and narrative.

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

Internet girls

Your breast is well shaped
Like a giant grape
Curves around your waist
Calls for longing taste.

Temperature rise
From a million eyes
Seeing your bottom
Take seductive form…

You have amazing
Beauty to envy
But you bring them out
On the internet.

Just for million views
But that cheapens you
You still wouldn’t stop
Taking off your top.

When addressed as whore
You attack the foe
Yet your privacy
Is for all to see.

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

Hazel’s Diary: Cradle cuddle

You make me look stupid
Losing my composure
I am privileged having
You, that I am sure…

Your magnanimity
Can not be measured
It makes the stars to
Lose their cynosure.

Hotter than the Sun
It is my pleasure
Holding a beautiful soul
Covered from exposure

By a spotless nascent skin
Fresh and soft in texture;
Nothing beats the feeling
Cuddling my own treasure.

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

Life after graduation

Million candles burnt
To realize a dream
I was the best there was
And I knocked giants down
Back in school days.

They really craved to be me
And have all skills I acquired….
But each time they attempted
My steel fist sent them packing
Back in school days.

Definitely I was born
To become the greatest of all
Even the thunder trembled
And Earthquake feared me,
Back in school days

But now fast forward
To the days way after
My blood and sweat poured
Just to reach the peak, after life
Back in school days.

Upon getting there, I discovered
That the world was peaceful
For a Warrior of my skills
And I couldn’t fit in like I did
Back in school days…

The more I tried to communicate
I sounded like an Alien
And I had to bend a kneel for
The leaders, the same folks I won
Back in school days…

But a voice whispered in my ear,
“My dear, you are a warrior
Jobless or not, to be a warrior
You do not need war, like
Back in school days”.

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

Best outfit

Hope you know the best outfit when all
Is cold like a snow or extreme hot
Like the Sun is not pride nor coward?

There are times when the sky would fall down
And the ground would not be kind to hide
You from the shame, and the disaster…

There are times when nothing goes as planned
Yet the day wouldn’t end as a dream
Instead like sun, it heightens and rises.

And such times, ropes may come for the blue
Beside notes but somehow I wish you
Write poetry and change the whole story

Knowing that the tears are temporary
And suicide is no option at all
Drop the ropes, joy will come at the dawn.

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

Know your boundaries

Imagine when a tiny root
Claims to be large as an elephant
Challenging Nature, causing
The sky, wind, rain and the soil.

Thinking it has, already arrived
Because it has, germinating seeds,
Bragging with all the acts of God
Mighty and tall, firm and rigid.

One day, the sky began to fall
And all leaves suddenly withered
Then came the wind whirling hard
Bringing forth a cat and dog rain…

Earthquakes arose upon the soil
Placing the root where it belongs
But not until it was uprooted,
It failed to realize; no man is God.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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

Butterflies of outcome

There goes a hand shake, what next
Will you leave it hanging like a breast?
Will you fling or cling it and rejoice?
Your action will speak more than voice.

Just like the ladies crave for aisles and rings
An agenda has amazing glitz it brings
Only when it goes according to plan
Though insatiable are the demands of man.

Nothing beats the feeling, lifting golds
There is this rush of confidence it builds
In the stomach the butterflies coil
Elevating and gravitating joy

From toes tip to the crown of the head
Screaming ‘I made it to this beautiful end’
Popping champagne and celebrating
Nothing beats it, touching the ceilings.

But when plans don’t go as one except
It makes one cold and fold like a blanket
Especially when the basket had all the eggs
Ah, the pain is worst than ten broken legs.

Slipping into darkness under daylight
If your expectation had been cut short
You will know, nothing is as devastating as
Your landscape of joy crumble under your watch.

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