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The lady man

I know of a dark lady
Who is such a darling
She isn’t that stainless
But she is the sweetest of goddess

She makes the sun shine
And gives sweet taste to a wine,
She is to affection a magnet
Impeccably perfect.

She dignifies her skin
With such kindness within
Staying golden and true
Indeed, her kind is few…

She speaks so smoothly
Creating that heavenly
Environs of pleasure
No mortal can measure…

She has her own scars
But it doesn’t deter
Her magnanimity
To help communities…

Although her skin is dark
Her heart of gold never lacks
Love rainbow and tender care blend
Showering down to never end.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: The prohibited Area

Niger and Benue rivers are flowing
But the tidal waves within are not helping
Reasons uncountable boats are cap-sided
While searching for liberty or daily bread.

Ever since two parallel lines are meeting
Democracy lost it actual meaning
In a once-upon-a-time great kingdom
Where the mighty Eagle once had freedom.

From a distance she stares at the cage
Of which she is locked within to engage
In arguments of distracting topics
While politicians desecrate the pride of the tropics.

In Politics, nothing seems to be working
Aside illegalities and thuggeries
Priding on wings in prohibited areas
They chopped off, acquiring more honoraria

They are the dirt, same-time the broom
Looting and misleading the land to doom
Seemingly, they are keen to uprooted roots
Extinguishing sparks and killing truth…

Definitely, there ought to be a way
Out of this cage, either at night or day
It has never been placing a foot in front
Rather, we who are manned to shoot ourselves on sight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: I would always be there

Now little Hazel don’t you cry
Dad’s gonna be there all the time
He is your baby sitter, take high five…
Guffawing and chuckling, mess with the flour
Feel free, it is your time and that is for sure
Like a janitor, Dad’s gonna clean up the floor.

You’ve got a super hero in your Dad
That is a reason you no know harm
And forever will be his beautiful charm
But whenever you cross a road,
Busy or not, with or without a load
Always remember your crossing guard.

Now little Hazel, don’t you cry
Daddy’s always gonna be by your side
In the softest part of his heart is where you reside
Worry not about alarms and grounds that may shake
Daddy’s a firefighter he will keep you safe
From any form of eerie flames and shame…

Daddy’s girl worry about not a thing,
He is gonna buy you a diamond ring
And drive you round town, hearing you sing
With the names of your favorite toys and pets
If your pet ever fall sick, gnash no teeth
In dad you’re got the greatest of vets.

Although he is gonna give you all the tools;
That wouldn’t stop him from fighting your battles
He is proudly your watchman and force man too
Don’t you worry when your toys break or tear;
He is also your mechanic, he would repair
In his hats, are rabbits he pulls out to share

Enlightening you on all you need to know,
As your talent coach, your talents shall grow
And as your teacher, your grades shall know no low…
Just think about anything delicious; you got a chef,
A waiter and a baker, in dad and on his shelf
He has the recipes, the very best for your health…

Now little Hazel, hemorrhage may come
Daddy’s gonna be your superb doctor
Healing you, don’t be scared to explore
Life is a river, and if when you swim
In the shallowest or ones filled to brim
Remember, a life guard you have in him.

Now little Hazel don’t you cry
Daddy may not be there all the time
After you’ve recited those nursery rhymes
But as your mail carrier, let it be clear
That you are forever his baby girl
And only good news your ears shall hear

Though everyday you learn new tricks
Dad is the scientist caught up in the mix
Studying all your new discoveries…
They say; what you sow is what we reap,
Daddy is a farmer, you were once his seed
Now a bountiful harvest is all he sees…

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Internet fraudster

While the monkey works vigorously
Baboons are eating voraciously,
There is a growing tribulation,
And a misconception in my generation…

Ever since Karma kicked the bucket,
No repercussion picking pockets
Diabolically they pay rent
To own luxury cars in fleets and private jets.

Considering the raise in hardship,
And the; “make your money, no one cares” clip…
The tiny line between good and bad
Has evaporated; and now, no wrong is found.

The pressure they mount, feeds the lagoon
Sometimes it embraces a silver spoon
Clicking sticky links to cash out quick
All day and night; in my city, they do not blink.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The underestimated workforce

The sun scorches until the lightening strikes
For daily pay, with or without demanding wives
A manual worker’s life hurts more than a knife

Breaking, mixing and lifting things of heavy fetch
Some pierce through the fibers of an hippo’s flesh
Providing an excruciating pain hitting refresh

A million broken bones; ligaments are torn
I may have no firsthand experience for sure
But I have seen them with my naked eyes endure

The peanut’s sweat and insubordination,
And not to forget, their classification…
Powerless; yet, they are pillars of great Nations.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dying of laughter

I am happy, I am pleased
Yet, I can’t even breathe
Guffaws not chuckles in bit
Seems I could even die of it…

Hormones grant me no bail
While laughing out for real
Choking on the Joker’s pill
And I can’t unseal the deal…

I am happy, and this so close
To dying of an overdose…
Higher my diaphram goes,
When my laughter gets arouse

I am happy, I am pleased
Rolling on the floor to pits
Air, lungs desperately need
Can’t stop laughing; it is so sweet.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lab rats in gloom

Where has the sun gone
Where has the moon gone
Where has the stars gone
Anarchy is now a norm.

Not the snow you know
Nor water that flows
Since high hit the lows
Nothing at all seems to glow…

Staring at the doom
Weaving like the loom
Threads of gloom that bloom
In Face-mask entry room…

Dress to kill indeed
No one cares breed,
Color, or the seed;
Dumping all sects and creeds…

Case of flap or die
Birds no longer fly;
Now Vials from blue skies
Claiming to restore life…

Vessels in the dark
Alight Noah’s Ark…
Injected on marked
Passports; We are lab rats.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Thanks to all philanthropists

A special thank you to all philanthropists
From east to west and north to south;
Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly
In such sweet serenity before the eyes
We envied their liberty and less worries
Until we became the characters in such stories.

At different stages, challenges comes in different forms
What we make of it matters, as either sadness or fun,
You see these tears, it falls from every eyes
But honestly, if the rich also cry
For the poor, what is there to live for?
A question we asked several times before.

Then our ghetto dirty lives were a truck load of pain
And death a tranquilizer, our wretched breath gain
Even in urban, death is a debt breath pays afterwards
Hence, the street we chose to suffering in this world
On a platter of gold, by you we were served and saved
We owe you our lives and everything we have.

Growing up, we thought of you as some kind of god,
And a creator, redesigning the whole wide world
Eradicating hunger, pains, sorrows, poverty
Sufferings and all forms of deformities.
If only this crazy world had more of you
Sufferings would have been a term we had no clue…

It was right at the junction of lost hope,
Where we had chosen an elevated floor and a rope
And just after tearily reciting our last prayer
Out of the blues came your pull by our shoulders,
From the rose flowers, you pulled out the thorns
Giving us a million more reasons to carry on.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blurt out

Let the pages fly and spread their wings
Let my spilled inks make millions to think
It is plain and simple, hope it sinks
“All man has his fault”, the song I sing…

Some make angels to cry a river
Wrecking the cake not worth the candle,
I have made words fly off the handle
Like bullets from a trigger finger.

I have made unspeakable remarks
Awful, but to some I am proud of
Like daring heads and shoulders above
To stop picking paper over cracks…

On a wrong foot I might have stood firm
I am sorry it was all my fault
In life, there are few things I regret
But not the words blurted out in poems.

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

In the hands of the pigs

Down the streets, I see fierce men in blacks
Throwing punches and spraying bullets back
On both the dead guilty and the innocent
From such grief no man becomes a saint…

Down the streets, I pass everyday
There are a lot my eyes see and lips can’t say
If I were to write, I will run out of pages
It has been on since the rock of ages…

I see torn rags, I see fat pigs, I see hawks
I see ugly vultures perking clean rotten foods
I see little ants queueing for shrunken and fat pigs
Though most times the results are rigged…

At the other end where the grasses are green
I see different faces but the same within
For as they wear the authority band
The little ants and gullible expect a hand

A helping hand, but the route to end injustice,
Alongside corruption and malpractice
Causing sufferings to large extent
And institutionalized Government,

Making every under the roof look so dumb
As well as embezzlements in all forms,
Are the same routes fat pigs themselves pass
On a regularly on their way flying first class.

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