Category Archives: Free Verse

The Terrorist

The blades of leaves dries up and falls
To feed livestock, I gather the hay
Seen animals die, but I never took a life
Just a farmer, who so loves his farm
Blood on my hand, can’t hurt a fly…

Love and peace, I often preach
Till two bulls rammed each other
Splashing streams and unsettling dust
Thunder stroke, even the earth quaked
My home they had picked, as battlefield

I am not a bull, neither a soldier
But here I stand, with a shotgun
Dewy-eyed, oh yes! I am naive
Staring at titans as they set ablaze
My ponds, my ranch, my barns and my silos

Screaming and pleading, but they thrust-
-Spears and arrows, I manage to dodge
Both end sees me as an opponent
The chase continues for me, the ant
Whose guilt is; building a beautiful hill

Sad to see all my effort collapse
In the hands of two unrelated bulls
If one die, maybe the battle would end
Dared and caught up in the middle of it,
I can’t help myself but pull the trigger.

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

The symptom

Two legs in one
Trouser and pants
She thrust words as
Arrows and spears…

Some times tears melt
Mountains of ice
Some times the tears
Refuse to pour

Instead it falls
Like collapsed walls
Picking the tooth
Meal or no meal…

Digging deep holes
The blood gush out
In response to
A broken heart

Dumbs, can not speak
Some times they rap
When pain hits peak
In sorrow wraps…

At times we men,
Turn good women
Into awful
Terrible nags.

The neighbor hears
Parrots and dogs
Next time when we
Say she has changed

Firstly; let us,
Correct our wrongs
We are diseases
Her nag; symptoms.

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

Benz and Pants

Who do we blame, Benz…
Or the innocent ladies
Or flat bed of Government
Ritualist climb on top.

Above par of emotion
She chose a gravy train
Burning holes in pockets
Cash and carry submission

She takes a collection
Bread and butter in bed
Oh tell the god of seduction
Her arts are now a pitfall.

For the streets never sleeps
While fingers tap keyboards
And eyes watch the monitors
In order for boys to strike gold.

Ever since these boys chose
All or nothing weight of golds,
Going dutch for the money
Greasing her palms in bed

Lady’s now move around
In fear and without pants
Rumours say, it cost a fortune
In shrines where it bleeds

And proceeds fetch the Benz
While the owner of the pants
Mysteriously develop issues
All for the sake of the coins.

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

Speak directly

Have you ever asked questions
Pertaining your expeditions
Down the paths of religions,
Cultures and traditions ?

Do I believe in a Creator?
Yes I do, but I need a mentor
To prove flames and perceive odours
Oozing through these many doors.

My kneels falls on the floor
Sometimes am lost on its tour
Finding a true faithful shore
But I lie, am filled with His gore,

Taking momentum to ceilings
Expecting extra feelings
After a pool of baptism,
I go speaking in tongues

Acting or not; miracle pours
But I doubt and expect more
More to show, like visible dews
We are many, sadly it is true.

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

King of beast

Life as a stage, begins empty…
Gradually wisdom then comes with age;
Sage and brave are on different pages.

In challenges, right on the face,
Cowards are known by the traces of fear
Wrecking and then repressing courage.

Like lions, show no fear on your face
Or else you will be in the circus
Mutely roaring loud inside a cage.

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

The beauty debates

We take some pictures
A group photograph
We hit upload tabs
Going after likes
We swipe for comments
Complimenting us;
Each person focus
On self compliments.

Awareness drops low
Self illusion rises
“Others are ugly”
Debate continues
Personal mirrors
Acknowledges self
As finest of all
Hotter than the Sun.

Whereas all images
Hanging in timeframe
From holistic view
All have pretty looks
Yet we are all bias
Looking only self
But all; zooming out
The beauty in all.

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

Nightingale Alley

Sitting on rocks by the beach
River flows with a force
That could erode an alley.

Every day thunder strikes
Can you hear the nightingale
As it sings melodiously

Do not hear but listen deep
The legs are forced open in pain
Listen beyond its nocturnal songs

The peaceful River is a mirage
There are tears in tone of its voice
It cries out, begging for help.

A few minute pleasure, a leisure?
Hello male, and hello females
There is no right in being rapist

Seek consent, it might be yours
Wait a minute, think about it,
What if you were your own victims.

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

Red Christmas fence

People build fences
To keep people out
And some times some
People build fences
To keep people in.

But this December
I shall build fence
With Santa ribbons
Red and white, to match
Fencing haters out…

With the same decors
And the same fence built
Will hearts be protected
Keeping love ones in
On a Christmas day.

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

Greying

If white is for life
And black is for death
In-between colors
Of the black and white

At the verge of black
You may see a shade;
So overwhelming
At times demanding,

Look deep into it
Then you will see all
The long strides of time …
Blowing over yet,

Greener than the grasses
Deeper than moss green
Yellower than yolks
Darker than pea green

Awesome kind of tone
A dream of all seeds
Difficult to tag
Or ascribe a name;

With it comes wisdom
And patience; Grey is
Penultimately
Just more than a shade.

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

Friday grooves

Love has welcomes and adiós
Listening to the radio
Leaving issues of cardio
Focusing on the moment
Fridays I can’t forget
Forgetting stress and regrets.

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