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This year’s fear

This year bore the low and high
Tearing down flames in the sky.
But I swam like sharks through tides
Beneath the oceans, no fears to hide.

Though trespassing, I had churns
Thrusting up, to face the fears
But I made whirlwinds to turn
By telling myself never to burn.

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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 all my regrets.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

We will be great

Wipe the stake clean repeatedly
When we lodge in a failed eventful inn,
Daydreaming of times we shall dine
Drinking rich wines, counting numerous dimes….

But as at now, our heads we bow
Bridging cables, standing far from swindles
For our hustle, we burst bubbles
Faces mop and mow, as all eyes gaze like owls.

Anxious to know when pains shall craft
A gain so great, to make us prominent
Living in here, please have no fear
Let’s endure scoff and jeer, till it cheers.

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

Racing in existence

On your marks, set…
….You are just cells
Only a sperm
On rehearsals
Running on heels
To make the list
Of many faces.

Life is a race,
Your parents are
To call the shots…
Distance we run
Varies in tracks
Individual
Oh.. destiny.

Put on a fight
To be the best
End matters most
More than the start;
The finish line
May sometimes come
With its regrets..

Especially
When the sweet race
Is but half length,
Chunky and short
Or so tragic.
That is the point
We know as death.

And every day
I often pray
And say; “His grace”
For finish line
To have a tune
So I can reach,
Not anytime soon.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dear Child; work and pray

Dews can be the sweats
Dropping from the efforts
Put into a plan
Or it could be God’s plan

When the leaves are all
About to dry, and fall
There comes a tiny fog
Keeping it wet, for long….

Trees that hide in shades
Are those that gets short changed.
Dear child, look outside
For results search and find.

I know you are good
At the things that you do;
But, pray that the dews
Will always fall on you.

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

Monkey in cage

I placed courage in open cage
In search for gains but it brought pains
That is fatal and so brutal.

I swung on trees when coasts were free
I swung all edges to break this cage
The sweats I put, no longer counts.

I swung to undo but was fooled
I swung, I climbed, with all my limbs
The hope was large but a mirage.

I am locked up so please shut up
Inspirations, will only bring pains
That is fatal and so brutal.

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

Potholes

Seems my both feet are in love
With muddy sands of bleeding skies
For my dreams; all I have given
But I keep failing on same road
Dangote, Mark, Bill Gates and co
Had all past through, to make their golds.

Fortune favors only the bold
These are exact words I was told
Fear I pull back, courage I drew
There is light at the tunnel end
Have been busy looking for mine
But seems to a mere song and dance.

I gaze at skies, each time I cry
Wearing boldness while I retry….
For, after all; it is said that
In the network of a big dream
Road to failure has same access
And potholes as road to success.

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

Refrain for peace

Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist and others
Battle over an ideology tagged by doctrines…
Killing one another; I can’t take it no more.
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Over the world, in your homes or neighbors
An invisible enemy; poverty and hunger,
Keeps winning as children are dying
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Parents are crying, yet you fight over doctrines
That were here in rock of ages before you were born.
And would still be, after you are gone
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Without life there will be no doctrine reader,
Yet for the doctrine, you rake and take lives;
When all doctrines have some common lines
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

The world is older than you, the Creator sees
So practice that you preach, show love to one another,
Irrespective of denominations, cultures and traditions…
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

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

Edit the color pictures

Rage, anger, and war;
Why do we make out
Fire from harmless smoke?
Why do we throw fists
When we will later
Hug, hold hands in feast?

Before blends of wines
Yes we heard it all
The torture and pains
Whether black or white
I am not racist
Put that on hash tags.

Call me what I am
Raw; not what I am
To bullets that harms
I do not expect
Exaggerating
Ants for elephant.

But, please desist from
Putting me under
Your ill expression
When with disclaimers
You can say; “Nigga”
And still go scot free…

On life screen, everyone
Is but a racist,
So tune the pictures
To black and white views
For these cameras
Has had enough blood.

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

Dilemma of an Angel

If only I could just kiss and tell,
I know places to find the Angels

Based in heavens ringing bells
But on earth, red bloods they fetch;

Bold, and bowed religious outreach
Baking cakes, teachers that preach.

Bulldozers are rebuilding warships
But you see, only the worships.

Off but high in heavenly stewardships
Our acts have these blends of gels

Ordained but we still buy and sell
To you, so there is no need to tell.

Like hills, in crowd we never hide
Labelled as the consecrated birds

Dictating what is loosed or bound
Days outside robes are odd hours

Darkness is our natural towers
Doping all the Creator cowers…

If only I could just kiss and tell,
I would have rang a loud bell

Or reveal all the Angels that fell
But we are Angels, so who do I tell.

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