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Nigeria: Eating flesh, gifting bones

It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.
Between parties
Pose such pity
In my city.

Poverty sketch
Hits highest pitch
Those who eat flesh
Gift bones and preach.
It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.

Many reach heights
To detach sight
From fingers that
Fed them in past
The beginnings
And forgetting
Humble gardens.

Seems the rich aim
At sending rain
To combat strain,
But make more gain;
And, not to sink
They kick, poor pick
Demeaning rocks
Praising rich folks.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Just one poem

Just one retweet, just one repost
Just one reblog, can do the trick.

Just one person, maybe strangers
Can provide dry grassland for world fire.

Not many roasts but one broadcast
Just one mention, can do the trick.

Oh winds of my sail, where hides thee
Come wild, come redirect the ship

To the promise land, come take my hand
Into mansions and opening doors

Doors of greatness for a breakthrough
So I shall be, new kid in town.

But for now I spill inks on sheets
Writing poetry, painting my hearts

Imploding and exploding until
The light decides to shines on me.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Merry Christmas from Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Christmas Fireworks

Red shades and shinning bulbs I see
Several boxes pilling as hills
Seasons like this, I come out free
All shades of flames to cherish
Light me up before I perish
Lonely Christmas is not my wish.

Take down the walls and bricks of dree
For Christmas brings my perfect flee
Fireworks outside, am so pretty
All shades of flames to cherish
Light me up before I perish
Lonely Christmas is not my wish.

Underneath the big Christmas tree
My melodies echo and glee
Mountain highs I spark my fees
All shades of flames to cherish
Light me up before I perish
Lonely Christmas is not my wish.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Naked seed trends

I used to think
A clean home ought not
To be exposed
To the bugs and dust.

What is it with
Trends and fashions
Of these days;
Is it only me,
Or am I running insane?

These days ladies
Take to pride in nudes
Wearing naked seeds
I must be odd, or churchy
Not to flow in such
Trendy sugary veins.

I used to think
A clean home ought not
To be exposed
To the bugs and dust
From a sagging waist
To shoulder drop
Now the air wears my robe.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Arts of imagination

So smart is the Creator, creating templates
Submerged under the wetness of the deep blue ocean
Are submarines dwelling in habitat of fishes.

Every manmade item, has nature it emulates
Even the time saving aircrafts replicates
In wings and in design, the sky flying aves.

The wheels we drive have animals views
The train on rails moves like centipedes and snakes
What a sweet systematic modification.

In my head, I work out natures patterns for
Imagination often reveal how sweet the world can be
Springing forth from the things that we see.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Forest of life

I found a dairy of leaves on internet
After reading with great delight,
All I have to tell a virgin forest;
Is, stop worrying about everything.

You are as pretty as the Dickens
More so, the absorber of Sunlight.
Let love strike your flesh and bone
With a thunderstorm on its own…

We may dream about tomorrow
But no breath knows tomorrow.
Plans we make, are probabilities,
Just try to live life to the fullest…

That we breath is an experience
Basically, we fight inevitable death…
Rigid? Don’t rush the steps of life
A forest must wait for it explorers.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Heels on heels

Sneakers are all amazing, yes they are
But I crave for something far more than that
Whether sanders, or boots but let the heels
Have, all that sugary positive grills.

It is not just height, of the sloping shoes
But elegance it brings on standing toes.
Slowly walking in an appropriate dress
On the buttocks is where the hips shall rest.

How can you tell me that you so detest
The collections of heels in her closet……!
There will be no honey, if no beehives
If I were a female, my feet would have

No single flat shoes, to walk or to show
The best; I will wear, but what do I know
I am just a man enchanted by
Magnanimous arts and designs.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Keeping faith

I am a glass plate
Fragile, but not in faith
Falling from the cliff
Million meters high
Far above the ground.

Aside definition
All that hits are broken;
As light as feathers are
Weightless moth and paper
None ever makes it through.

Rain droplets scatter too
So be that as it may,
I have no other way
Of coming out alive
From gravitation pull.

So here I am falling
Reflecting sun like moon
Strangely, am not worried
Even as I see the rocks
Where am likely to land.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Video games or the Bae

He sat in the living room
Sweating hard, making moves
In directions the image goes
Kicking air, screaming; gooooal!
Happy until his joy was towed..
Suddenly, he moaned; “oh game over”.

Then restarted with a great urge
Coming strong like a purge
On the screen, there she stood
The rage from her shown all red
The more he ran from saying a word
The more the house grew smaller..

She stared and made him a sigh
Asking questions so off key
And he responded reluctantly
Focusing on the game at hand;
Left and right she perplexed
Like wheels with lost bolts and nuts

So he stopped; and spoke to her
With his eyes on curiosity island
As he slowly picked up the pad
But when the power supply went off
He stood up and smiled, saying;
Games come to an end not my love.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Shoes of mentorship

I have stretched, I have padded shoes I wear
I have lived, in shadows and vestige..

Hey mentor! holes in your orifice
Is magnanimous and bombastic,

Pickle of breathe and kettle of fish
Is not how I have planned to survive.

All your reach in office seems so high,
I can not seem to do half you did.

Look at me, look at you, look at trends
And the ease you apply climbing heights

When am I gonna reach the mountains?
My shoe size is way smaller than yours.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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