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Dark but light

Clustering in unity
Representing my community
Proud of my identity…
I am the black tamarind plum
I am not just small
But mighty, ask my adversary

Although at times
The wind do come
But like seeds and shells
I am hard as well
Hard to succumb
To any form of difficulties.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hostility

When we chat with an opposite gender,
It doesn’t mean we are all toasters
It doesn’t mean our hearts are lonely
Neither are we cheating nor flirting…

We know you are betrothed or married
Ice we break for unfading memories
Don’t be expectant, hostile or a snub
All we need is nothing but interactions

Communication shouldn’t be mistaken
For any form of lust, flings or affection
When we say hello, please just say hi
Not all words are from deceptive tongues.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Waning Moon

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

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Overhauling Cable

The wire ran around the fence
With an overhauling thoughts
To renovate the driven snow
Replacing it with things impure.

Vibrating; church rats are no more poor
Referring to life of being decent
Until judgment, no one is sure
Why not live life freely on earth.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Cosmic Dust

Big dreams are power,
With such a great wealth
That surrounds the heart,
With a cosmic dust.

Seen as out of space,
Though without regret
For allergies fade,
Beside such a faith…

People may tag it;
“A mental disorder”
Many describe it
As delusion of grandeur”.

Note; brain cells are like
The nuts and the screws
Functioning in trends
To the tune of dreams…

Walk bold in tunnels,
Yield not to panic
“No light at the end…
Megalomaniac..”

Pay deaf ear to such
But keep moving on
Until the unit dust
Condenses to planet…

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rich and sad

I don’t care to know
If you are rich as Croesus
Of what essence is wealth
If you are impoverished inside.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Word orgasms

Sweet orange blossom
Gets into my lungs
When I stumble on jams
Such a great moment
Gnawing to climax

Singing and replaying
Good old songs
Whence am bonded
Swiftly souls connect
Gaining new ground.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A million me

She demands I pick side
With and by her all the time
Like the American Revolution
And the British Tory

If science has an intent
To deceive but tell truth
Behold I shall take off
Into the laboratory

Not to wear white coat
Or sophisticated tools
Neither to solve crimes
Nor stalk certificates to shelf..

Surrounded by glasswares
Throw stones but tag me no nerd
I wish to extract my genes
And to clone myself.

A million copies of me,
Perfect for her fantasies
Each to take charge
Of being there for her…

In each seconds of time
I shall no longer miss out
The moments in time
No more ‘I forgot…. argh!!”

I will be lying with her
While another me prepares
Her favorite meal
With no hesitation…

No more running late
I shall be her other shadow
While the other me cuddle
Her lofty skin with emotion

A million me shall solve
Challenges of distance
Imagine this like a fodder
Stalk with plenty of hay…

A million clones of me
Shall love her a million ways
Permanently relieving her and I
From tantrums of the day.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lament of the land

All life long, I search for the principles
Behind massacring and taking life
I search none stop for the rationale
Behind the devastating laws
Economist call; “the laws of demand”.

Those in command demands accolade
Folks skin dry elephants at one end
While fighting for conservation
And bio-diversity preservation
Exclusively and intensively at the other end.

Some store milks for their ancestral lineage
Reaping off funds from a fellow brother
And sharing pints back as community service;
Whereas the purpose of life ought to be prime
Not creating wealth by multiplying poverty, evil and crime..

Laws of land replaced by the laws of demand
Brothers controlling water are hiking price
Sisters in charge of fire does the same
The government tarrif for air is huge
Everyone in charge of sand, double price…

Slavery may be old but never dead
The world was created to roam in freedom
But even in this time, people leave in chains
It may not be the metals you expect
But an unbearable and frustrating life you see..

The economy in Nigeria is worsening
But the fact is, it isn’t Nigeria but Nigerians;
…For the problem of a country is created
Not by a country but its citizens,
Screaming make the world a better place.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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