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Joy in the tears

O the walls are falling down
Even when I smiled or frowned.

A million tears flowing fast,
From emotion and its blast

Trying to fight it so hard
But it flows like the sea kinds.

In touching moments, shed tears
Are weird, but are far from fears

Falling on the cheeks and lips
How the hard nuts lost its grips….

Have you ever had a gush
Running out against your wish?

Not for any form of pains
Neither scars from sticks and canes

Or from any bitter past
But happiness prayed to last

Controlled by our emotions
Flowing fast like an ocean…….

I have, and it felt so great
Bet; you wouldn’t regret it.

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Onyeche, Vincent Onyekachukwu

Finding tracks

We are in abundance
Yet we complain of darkness.

Inside pits, that are shallow;
We hide behind the shadow.

Our melanin we pour ore
Under the hot scorching sun;

Hot-cakes fly like birds, to lands
Where they can be better brands.

Leaving behind, the half baked
To dictate, the give and take,

Talking; whereas, as critics
We bury the beams and rays

Yet we beg for candlelights
From the waxes we burnt out.

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Loving our broken world

Some of us are faster
building great walls
Nonetheless we cluster,
making life hard

Some of us are eager
to travel worlds
Xenophobic murders,
they take our head.

Some of us are beggars
in foreign lands
Nothing thus is better
than rural brand.

Some of us are winners,
fame framed on walls
None of which would ever
offer a hand

Some of us live better
in broken worlds
Nothing thus is uglier
than foreign land.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Hopefuls

Challenges outweighed us
We looked so jobless
Chasing the whirl breeze
Flogged like dead horses,
Our favorite knife
Back stabbed us as life;
Pains became our crew
On us, mucus grew.

Dreams began to lie
But hope did not die
Housed, it paid no rent
It lived in our breath,
It was crystal clear
In our smiles and tears
Pushing us higher
Larger and better.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Secrets to reaching grey

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
These days trousers cut across genders
Struggling to fulfill agendas

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
This arm is not the anatomy
Neither the spans and weaponry

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
In strength and support rendered
By love, family and friends

They are the might in an entity
Fused as power of longevity
My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Never stop dreaming

Experience is not hermaphrodite
Knowledge in youth is wisdom at old
Who fathers wit, if experience
Is the mother of wisdom ?

Every giant has a building block,
Millions of sands under the rocks
Certain adages are just headlines
Not all eggs laid are fertilized,

Skills are safer when developed
Attempts and experiences tie knots
To become indispensable
Without them, wisdom is stillborn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sentimentalism

No man owns the great soil we stand
But our bloods are shed on this land
Skulls we count brings hatred to mind
North, South, East and West pick hand.

The golden ball is on your court
Wonder why it is difficult ?
The tender feelings never die
Nostalgia continues to fly.

Brains build an evil monument
One bad thing about sentiment
Is that she writes an alibi
Defending her all actions and

Those of her tribes, sisters, brothers,
Dad and mum, sons and her daughters
Whether they are guilty or not
Exculpation she drops alot.

We all have narratives to share
But do we have to destroy selves
When an atom of peace and love
Would give unity strengthen globe.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A loss to win

Warriors of my motherland
I can see you are well armed
In weapons and in courage
To fight for a dream of age
That will liberate all of us
But what if the dream is false?

What if we were never meant
To go out, head on and fight
But let the bitterness of life
Tear us apart with its knives
Like the farmers do to grass
And the fire burns it to ash

What if the best way forward
Is not bravery but as cowards
For tomorrow to be made better
By the shoot that shall sprout later
From bones and rotten corpses
Liberating all of us.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Hurtful tales of love

The sugary words he made to rhyme
Got her sky high, ground low at same time

Her heart skipped beats; compulsory task
Apples and flowers were all it basked

Fast as flash, there were nothing to hide
Then to open her loving gates wide

Love is a bright light travelling far
Forever to last, perfect to her

Eternal flame winter and summer
Till temptation brought extinguishers

Bitter and sour love began to taste
Undesired, the angels switched faith

Religiously believed; well, she was psyched
It wasn’t love but its look alike.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Lessons from my parents

My parents have no fancy cars but greater mass
Through them I learnt to lower hands and respect ants.
The grass matters, always render help to others
Having a name is not the same for coins and fame.
Their blood my drink, I built my bricks, from all I sucked
I felt the rod, I cried and nod, away from mud…
In their actions, I picked passion which to function.

You do not burn your home or turn away from dawn
Simply because, you have a course, to break a curse.
To mould a clay, you have today, so they will say;
Never you bail, hammer thus fail, running from nails,
Make no excuse, do not refuse to be of use
Is not by wants but dues and sweats you pay for worth
Do not show strength when humble horns can induce choice.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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