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Egg on our faces

How do we know the rotten eggs
When there are no water or bowls
To submerge them; for bad to float

How do we know the rotten eggs
When the hen, church and bows
Can’t identify its arrows, eggs and saints.

Hence soon as they win an election
Woefully, they throw eggs on our faces
Cementing it with the dust and flours

Hoarding us from our expectations
While they mess up our senses…
To embezzle our heaps to the floor.

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

Soul Searching

Have you ever made sweet chats
From the depth of your hearts
Where “I love you” often rocks
Amongst others, unlocking lucks

Opening doors of self discovery
Manipulating emotion with envy
Demanding who loves more than the other
While stealing kisses from one another…

Right above such a harbour
The moonlight chose to bore
A reflection, converting to love
Sugars only soulmates can dissolve…

Such state of mind isn’t just romance
But also, spiritually enhanced
For beyond the dust called flesh
Acceptance lurk souls that search.

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

Skimming corruption

Skimming through the surface of Nigeria
Not sporty nor to evade tax but to clean
An old mess, of mindset and corruption

My quest for revival ought to be in a jiffy
But it has turned into an eccentric donkey
And it seems; the sorbent has turned the spill

Do not ask why, do not question my stops
And why skimming has become a snail pace..
But put it on all individuals of my generation.

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

Reality of diabolics

Until I met the Devil
I realized how bad quotes are…
He wasn’t dark as the night
Neither with horns like a bull

But a replica of me with my shadow
Staring innocently back at me,
It made me see obvious logics
Protecting me from all magics

It was awful noticing
I was my own limitation
Hence I stopped believing
Things I hear from others lips…

For on an eccentric surface
The same two parallel lines
They said will never meet
Came together, intertwined.

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

Awkward hugs

Slowly I felt the upper body touch
While the lower part stayed far apart
Within me I nursed an expression
Of discomfort and disappointments
So don’t blame me for faking a smile
If you never stretched out your arms
Only to get a generous religious hug
Coming awkward in times unmatched
When you expected a warm embrace…

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

African Tamarind

When I look into what everyone sees
I see a city, they call an ever green
A city that was built by Robin Hood
Stealing and giving to a yellow wood

Hiding the existence of an African plum
Telling me my soil breeds only worms
Cursing Nature by playing the master
Who cracked shells for seeds to foster

Sprouting out seeds called my brothers
Related by blood but not by sisters
Rome wasn’t built in a day, please save
The story hey you diaspora modern slaves

Until you deep your feet in your own shoe
You will not realize who is really fooled
Even Apples fall not far from its trees
As a citizen, you are liberal but far from free…

The second largest continent yet an ant
In the sight of others who aren’t stagnant
Even Angels can’t keep loving a child
Who sour the sweetness deep inside…

Each time I see a tamarind plum
I always critic the African poems
Not as a racist but deep in here
I speak in pains, hoping we hear clear.

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

Tragedy of an innovative mind

Stitches widen, as the Sun intensified
Waning in stamina, waxing in greed
Tired of stagnancy reasons he switched
Defecting to wrong in the hands of law
Caught on first day of such indulgence
The colleagues he left for good called
Notifying him in jail of their breakthrough.

Don’t judge a criminal until you are driven
Or a man of valor and great potentials
Doing good things in wide ranges
Pouring out sweat on rock of ages
Expecting golds but getting nothing;
You will relate to his call for change
If you give it all but had zero reward.

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

Wrong

No matter how
You paint
A wrongdoing,
In the right time,
It will always
Come out bad.

So push me away
From your cold arm
Away from your sight
If you can lie
On a lie
Over and over again.

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

Good poor, Bad rich

Wired as a calm gentleman
Kind in spirit, deep from soul
Right from the break of dawn
And till the sun decides to rest.

From the right, the moon waxes
I never change arm when it wans
Honesty being my watchword
From young as I grow old.

But there is this unease
Of bridging wires in my head
Sparking fires that questions my
“Wait-for-your-turn” pertain of growth…

Looking at how the current flows
Bringing sufferings and great odds
To the life of a gentle breath
On earth, good seems far from wealth.

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

Waning Moon

Worry not
Over stuffs
For crescent
Wans to form
A full moon.

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