Category Archives: Cycle Of Inspiration

Aisle and Heartbreak’s Boomerang

Back when dating as a teen
Love was wild, a must win
Coming with childish fights
And assumptions of maturities…

Clock ticked into mid twenties
And her illusion seems hasty
In expectation seeking hands
From his romance that just began.

Looking at the bags and clothes
Over demanded minas of golds
As he plays the, “I must not loss”
Hit and run, now a golden rule…

Crying louder than ten packs of wolves
Praying his tasting comes to an end
Enough of the diamonds and roses
Manipulating to heartbreaking bed.

No more nonsenses, no more parties
Now she is so close to her thirties
All the boys want is her hot panties
And that rubbish; she can not fancy

Somewhere, two lovebirds fly to church
Another maid role, boomerang to flush
Bouquets of flower all tossed up
Just keeps landing on her hands.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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Time: True Clock

All breath ceases
In seconds

Tick tick tick
The clock ticks
All days and nights.

Till rebirth
Of a Phoenix
Cycling invent;

There is such
A thing so real
Better when felt

Around the Sun
A thing, called void
In time and life.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Broken English

The guitar strings
The drum and stick
All have their voices
In unifying sounds.

When strings and sticks
Are then broken
On the wrong notes
Of speech and cords

Everyman shall sense
Like a mix of
The hot and cold

Not to indict
And your tongue
As a coal man…

The British folks
Talk in their tones
We are all white
At least inside

Makes your tongue twist
So identify
Your mother’s path

If you stay green
The soil will grin
Let all folks bear
His own surname

So why not stand
On your barefoot,
Speaking truth in
Whatever you preach

I have my genes
Rooted in the soul
Of soil, speaking
Broken English

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Flexed Muscles

I wish to put an end
To the cycle and bend
Questioning my spirit
In richness an in strength.

My motivation
And inspiration
Springs from the pit
Of a hero’s great depth.

In there, drums are loud
To the rich colors found
In the depths of my heart
That makes all kilos light.

I wish to sound it clear
That my muscles did tear
Expanding to dumbbells
And the love of heavy barbels.

I keep breaking the sweat
Flexing muscles no regrets
Hence I am but a man
With the greatest of a charm.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Breaking sweat

Seek greatness
Break a leg
Break a sweat
For success.

Faces will fall
Nose will run
Flesh will tear
Pains to bear.

While climbing
The mountains
Victors have
Trials on rails,

Lurch moments
Rusty events
Marks and scars
Failed exams.

Seek greatness
Break a leg
Break a sweat
For success.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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