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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

Sonnets: Marry you, some day…

I know your dad do not like me
And I know your mum detest me

I used to have this self control
Avoiding critics and their trolls…

I am in love, it is a fact…
At the paradise of my heart,

Where I ought to apply caution
Lust’s sentiments and obsession,

Makes my head go over my heels
And I don’t care what they feel…

Even when it is all taboo,
As long as it is all for you

Cats will always look at the king
But no setback will break my ring.

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

Inner content

I am a man whose thoughts and foods
Are; “good walls makes good neighbors”
So I can’t break it to you
Fools like me respect boundaries.

With my foolishness comes a soul
Akin to no beau monde blitz…
Without sight there is no offer
If only the face behoves me

I don’t like an empty tea
Beauty is only a skin deep
And when it speaks it should show all
All the hats including cattles.

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

Beautiful Zombies

In two shakes of a dog’s tail
The weather changes, so they say
With raindrops that are rubied
Rolling from bunch of zombies

Staggering down in the street
Possessing all that they meet
Conspiracies all sprung up
As a norm we all adopt.

Decent ones in the city
Soon became filthy dirty
Devils and trolls we hired
Became woods in our fire

The blacks and whites not like us
We destroy with sticks and rods
When the infants starts to creep
We shoot them right from our hips

Yet with our scary wild eyes
We still hunt the tranquil ice
And not until we change our views
The zombies are all but good.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Save me from my friends

I hear people say,
I have an old head
On a young shoulder
But the said wisdom
Came from people’s tales…

And in all it said,
Though time might have past,
Save me from my friends…
The more things change
The more they stay same.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Water the seed

It seems heaven finds no illicit
In these eras of many deciets.

If the preacher’s acts make you to pout
Know that you are not completely out.

Never you throw away the bible
Just because an angel has fumbled.

Keep watering that your muster seed
Heaven would reward all your good deeds.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My type of love

I can have the world by the tail
Even when all trials fail

I rather sleep alone and frown
Than skipping brain for a brawn

The quest for knowledge makes me gate crash
Giving me a ‘love at first sight” match..

When it comes to attraction
It is not the physical posession

But the content of the brain
Pouring on me like the rains

I seem to connect on every track
When energised by sweet sparks

In such plug is where I belong
Every second I get sprung

Reaching orgasm by listening
To the words that are spilling

From the lips of a rich brain
That may go by just any name

I don’t need a physical kiss
I am okay with a mental bliss.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Avoid me

Please stay clear away from me
There are clouds following me
Dark and heavy, whirl and wild.

To the round drawing table
Back I go, when I tumble
Yet I fumble more and more.

Heaven joined, to renounce
Driving me into doghouse
Left to my own devices…

When I fail, I cry and try
But the tears refuse dry
Flushing me back into hell

I no longer take a chance
Since mountain labor gave mouse
As outcome each time I climb

Life has reduced me to tears
People too good, are my fears
So stay clear; away from me.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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