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Base on principles

Hands on deck,
You call me smart; each time, I
Complete a task…
Am not God;
But, I see things possible,
And doable…

Feed your brain
No man comes to earth filled up
Believe me;
Wisdom is
In heads with brains, so give yours
The best shot….

Nothing more
But with patterns and base on
Principles,
You can do
Just anything you wish to do;
Yes you can.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rising tides

Butchering dreams effortlessly
Hope springs eternally
Tides rise, unscrewing bolts
Yet it lifts all worried boats.

Tomorrow promised big gains
Everyday, I tried again
Give me motivating words
To lift me against all odds.

Seeking for a breakthrough
But it is an impossible pull
Tides rise, unscrewing bolts
Yet it lifts all worried boats.

I still do not know where I stand
Carrying the weight of the world
Give me motivating words
To lift me against all odds.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My last cure

Dam by my morals
Scared of historic rials
My last cure is called hope
It kept me from suicide notes

I had sprouted huge detest
Fighting life with my breathe
And anything I could throw
So wedges could, let me roll…

You may ask, why am hurt
And why I can’t let it rot
Truth is, hopes have no bends
Am never bored on its bed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: The emigrates

We are weak at knees but our huts
Are built by hands not plucked off trees
We invest a lot to get no gain
And it seems we are meant for pains,
Hence, we all book an appointment
At embassies, for better breath
Reducing working hands to few
Dragging luggage on a long queue
Waiting for our time, most times by feet
For days, we hiss crossing deserts,
Sore ligaments, many breakdown
Others sex slaved, we kiss and frown…
Yet these greedy green grasshoppers
We voted and call our Nation leaders
Are not perturbed that we flood out
Neither are they concerned we blackout.

Do not fall like the cards in rows
Do not spiral out of control
So keep doing that you are good at
Live to tell the tales, of your kites
I am not Martin Luther King
But, I have a dream and it’s big
That one day there shall be an end
To our foolishness and dying beds
I know we are knotted by tight ties,
And the Devil may cry, but not die
No matter the prayers and ill-words…
But; one good day, he shall be bored
And then our town shall abort all
Evils, and cut off greedy claws
To transform grasshoppers to ants
Building shelters and making plans.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Breath of good news

Today I read the newspapers
I felt wounded and so bittered;
No good news like yesterdays
And days before yesterdays.

Go call me all the journalist
Bloggers and media analyst
Tell them all, I have breaking news
Cool and fresh, like the morning dews.

Beautiful headlines but lengthy
Hence, they need uncountable sheets;
More than bad viral and the floods
But why do we so love discord?

Today I read the newspapers
I felt wounded and so bittered
No good news like yesterdays
And days before yesterdays

For God sake billions can still breath
Plenty lives are swept off their feet
Plenty victories are achieved
Plenty more than reported mischiefs

Plenty lovely words are exchanged
Plenty goodness across all stages
Plenty sparkles from good friendship
Worth read, waking up from a sleep.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The bravery of a rain

As vapor condensed in the atmosphere
So is the sphere of a man not treated fair!
Well, I have never seen a man bold as the rain
Although I hear, there are ways to hold the rain

Not in terms of clinch, grip, catch and fetch
But spirituality in ways that thoughts can’t mesh
Others says, it is the fume from salts and burnt leaf
Coupled with incantations to mystify beliefs

And that sometimes, it comes with thunder
Either from Nature or a fighting Rainmaker
All Rainmakers know, you can’t shove a natural force
And keep expecting it not to build on the parse.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Shredding pistils

On a mirage, I go gazing
It seems am evanescing
Into shadows of myself
Playing sad songs of faulty clef

I heard you mock my empty belly
Not all flowers bloom that early
Night and day, both can not be on
At same time, hence they take turns

Keep your polishes to yourself
I have accepted I am the shelf
Which termites have so devoured
An also-ran, am not favored

But in all gains, there is a pain
And when I fail now and again
Let’s just say, my success delays
Fruits shall come out from my decay.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Joy in the tears

O the walls are falling down
Even when I smiled or frowned.

A million tears flowing fast,
From emotion and its blast

Trying to fight it so hard
But it flows like the sea kinds.

In touching moments, shed tears
Are weird, but are far from fears

Falling on the cheeks and lips
How the hard nuts lost its grips….

Have you ever had a gush
Running out against your wish?

Not for any form of pains
Neither scars from sticks and canes

Or from any bitter past
But happiness prayed to last

Controlled by our emotions
Flowing fast like an ocean…….

I have, and it felt so great
Bet; you wouldn’t regret it.

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Onyeche, Vincent Onyekachukwu

Loving our broken world

Some of us are faster
building great walls
Nonetheless we cluster,
making life hard

Some of us are eager
to travel worlds
Xenophobic murders,
they take our head.

Some of us are beggars
in foreign lands
Nothing thus is better
than rural brand.

Some of us are winners,
fame framed on walls
None of which would ever
offer a hand

Some of us live better
in broken worlds
Nothing thus is uglier
than foreign land.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Today is the seed

Better a small egg today
Than a fat hen tomorrow

Come see the rotten seed
Once bone dried and decayed

With no snow chance in hell
Now better and sprouting.

Come see the rotten seed
No one ever wished well

With problems aid, hope aided;
Now the best look of things

Better a mouse in the pot
Than no fried chicken at all.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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