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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Substance of black

All eyes envy
Pretty ebony

This is greater
Than a gender

It cut across,
Nations just trust

Whether pure breed
Or the hybrids

Sweet are the tales,
Hammering nails

Look at my kin
Same as my skin

Not just ravens,
Black is haven.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blackish

Hair short, no curls
Harder than burls.
Nothing on bunk,
Hence, sacks may leak

Yet, blacks stays strong
Through rights and wrongs.
Dogs may bark; but,
Color change not.

Hardship may try
Devil may cry
Baste of the past
Blackish still last.

Even at nights
Shadows come out
In such darkness
Tranquil relax.

Guess God created
Tastebuds to taste
Sweet chocolates
Hope you relate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: My first battle won

Against rattles
And obstacles
In glass bottles
The first battle
Outrightly won
When I was born
Is being black

Others may lack
Wrinkles do not
Penetrate nuts
In blackish lands
Time might hit hard
But fact is that
Blacks don’t crack.

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

Life; the doorway

You only
Get one chance through the
Door called life

Ignore the
Texture of the frames
And doorknobs

Ignore size
And wall space, focus
On purpose.

Ignore all
Accessories of
The thresholds.

Door to door
Distractions will come
It is true

Always know;
One thing is certain;
The door slams.

Do not stand
Nor spy; keep moving
Via the door

With goals; reach
Through and through to
Enrich you

Not door frames
And doorcases, they are
All add-ons.

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

Sonnets: Journalist Cross

In magazines and newspapers
Cameras roll, from pins to poles
Information as a notion
Is a tower and for power.

With sensitive smells, fragile bells
The hounds track cities, woods and hoods
Spilling the pens, writing in dens.

Highlighting subjects and objects;
Painting an art, toping the charts
Of the most love, yet hate revolves.

Their tragic fates brings fears and tears
Why reward them with cuffed hands!
In restraint or a quenching breathe
Yes they scam, don’t cause them harm.

©2019 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

Ostrich

Unlike the flying birds, on lands I roam
Bravery; I have the heart of a lion
Skin stubborn like those of an hippopo…
Like a tiger, I fight to the last breath
And when I sting, I sting better than bees.

Come see, I run faster than lights and jet
Science rocket; my dreams are Elephants
A million times larger than sun and whales
My goals are far taller than the mountains
Hence you see I am reckon with the best.

Unlike the nest, I can not fly like birds
But all my hatched eggs loves my weakness
Please I beg you, never look down on me
For am not just a bird but Aves ruler
Born not to fly but to run on the earth.

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

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.

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