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A shot in the dark

I wish I could get to the end of the space
Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face,
Not just the stars and rocks, but to visualize
All the possibilities life can realize…

Maybe I would realize things wide off the mark
And not by blind faith nor whistles in the dark
Aside religions are there aliens up there
Or is it only tailored here on this sphere?

I stay rooted on earth, but I smell a rat
Though imaginary but it is a fact
For answers to be gotten, the end of space
Would have an interpretation of our faith.

But my fate wouldn’t take me to space to smell
The rum, raspberry, gunpowder and steak seared,
Nor unravel the mystery of darkness,
Light’s untold purpose and everything else.

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

Old television statics

I know before the box got vision
Arena had their own attraction

In my case, we had the village square
Years ago way before I inhaled air.

But I remember, when I was young
Although it isn’t rock age so long

Well, not every home had TV set
The black and white picture was the best,

Each time the signal thus disappears
The white and black random dots appear

Hurting an anticipated lens
Its sounds amplified the night silence

I can not forget in a hurry
It was like snow and garri falling.

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

Two homeless men

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
Under the sun and moon light
You seem not worried at all
I see your barefooted print
A thousand miles, yet you smile.

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I see you catching a nap
With no mattress and pillow
I wonder how you got here
As an image of sorrow.

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I see you clear like crystal
But I say no word to you
I baffle how you manage
To squeeze in bins when it rains…

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I wish I could talk to you
Perhaps help you in any way
But I am like you, homeless
And my life is torn apart.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Charming wonders

Pardon my expression
It is you who cease lungs breathe
Every day by your side
Takes away every regret…
Your beauty seems to produce
An irresistible scent…

If you were a grocery, dining
Will have licked empty plates
Vibrating for more of you
While the Earth cease to rotate
Staring at your wonders
Beautiful as the heavens gate.

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

Becca

Becca is a lady blessed
With heavenly beauty
That can possibly pause time.
Her body is an ocean
A million treasures behind.

She has an invisible force
That pulls regions together
In her gracious presence
Obsession bloom like flowers
And grow like tidal waves.

She ease the romance
In an affection of love
Oh what a beauty!
Becca is the lady
All Poets have talked about.

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

Greek fire

There is this want and demand, like oxygens to nostrils
A Greek fire brings back life, she’s a wonder girl!
Creamy, sweeter than teas, hot, and full of trills
Fresh like morning dews no wonder the angels fell.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blood will out

Till I broke jaw,
I was wiser
Now am a fool
It feels better.

Absence of horns,
Should never count
As lack of tool
Please know better.

Like an odour,
Is character
Many people,
Wear spray on it.

In rule of law,
Brain is better
Than brawn that full
Bottomless pits

Things I have seen
In some scholars
Unravelled clues;
When ‘blood will out’.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Life on Social Media

My kindred will say; likes cure like,
But not the way you just click like
On all write-ups I do upload
Without reading a single word.

Most times you view with an envy
A fair exchange is no robbery
Scratch mine and yours I will scratch back
Yet you never will follow back.

Roosting peoples updates we see
I am guilty and it scares me
If you have been inside my shoes
You will have a personal clue.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Eating flesh, gifting bones

It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.
Disparity
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
Disregarding
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

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