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Fighter

Are you glad to see my back
So that only you can advance
Are you glad to see my fall
So that you alone can fly high…
Are you envious of my shine
Sorry to break it down to you
Amazing how hard I fall
Someone like me never give up.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lament of a Grass

I want to speak on a hot potato
Not the sexy spicy mama you know
Neither is it a romance story told
But Elephants that think they are gods.

Left to them, grasses trembled on
And shrubs beneath knees should not grow
They demand loyalty and a jump on bandwagon
Riding straight to the deep pit of hell.

Whereas, no life on earth forever stays
No conjuring charms can evade the decay
Soon you will be late, and no longer participate
In the affairs of those living on earth

Would you know you, when you are late?
This is just a penny for you thoughts
Give support rather than uprooting roots
Be humble, we all broke out by chance

Stop living life like you created yourself..
We are under the sky, breathing same air
Heal me with kindness at the drop of your hat
Not boss me around, like you can buy life.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Paddling

Challenges comes
Challenges goes
And life keeps going
On and on again…

No one wins the race, but
The misconceptions
Of man’s intuitions
Created competitions.

Life is a cycle,
Short as a bread
Breath is a ride
Around the cycle

While paddling
Enjoy the ride
Because you would not
Go around it twice.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Move on brother

Seems you need an inspiration
Life has prints ugly blemishes
Journey through the lessons it teaches
Makes one know they weren’t that bad.

Most times we need motivations
I heard that you had a great fall,
But the most greatest of them all
Is falling again on same spot.

Listen to this inspiration
Since circumstances brought you hell
From the spot that you tripped and fell,
Rise; mark the spot and forge ahead.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Desires of man

A man’s mind is polygamous
And in this very context, gender
Isn’t emphatic, a man is you.

You hangout with multiple desires,
Irrespective of the class they are
You always have a reason to dream…

She gives you tomorrow as today
Everyday, yet you crave for more
You rigmarole from pillar to post.

Yes, mans wants are insatiable,
And if you do not know when to stop;
Your quest shall fetch nothing but regrets.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Looking at the wrong direction

Have you ever felt like
A bird in a glass room
Who clearly sees the sky
And the trees, through the glass
So she flaps to the top
But can’t reach nor touch
The sky and trees, from there…

Hence she believe the forces
Of hell impedes her from
Reaching the sky meanwhile,
Beneath the tower glass
Just where she rigmarole
The door is wide open
For her to reach the sky.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Things left in yesterday

Life is beyond what we think;
Have you been disappointed
Used and dumped, like filthy rags?
I have a message for you….

Things happens for a reason
And pains are for the season
There are fishes in the sea
Just cast the net, to harvest.

Tomorrow will still come
One way or another, get up
Cry not over the spilled milk
One door closes, another opens

Things happens for a reason
And pains are for the season
I know it hurts, so bad, but
Let it fade in yesterday.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dawning of hope

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Every lion was once upon a time a cub
I know you’ve been through hell
But you have to keep your fingers crossed

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
The soil may dry while the sun scorches
But, you have to keep fighting, even as
The leaves are drying and falling

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Soon the heavy clouds will start to cry,
The stars are always above, though
It is visible only at night

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Even the moon is sometimes dull,
One after a time, wait for your shine
Don’t you feel bad, down and blue

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Remember tomorrow is in labor room
And the breaking of a new dawn
Must have been created, for hope

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
You might fall, but you can stand
So pick yourself back up, push on
Soon it shall be another history.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Darling Mom

I love my mom, she is kind and caring
She never sells ices to the Eskimos
Instead she provides, our meaningful needs
We aren’t the richest but we never starved.

Running from medications and hot water
Every time we had an injury, innocently
We hide it from her, but eventually
She always have a way of finding out…

She isn’t just a provider or an observer
Neither is she just another doctor
But she is a protector and a teacher,
The pillar of the home, she is a lioness!

Each time we err, she corrects our wrongs
And sings sweet songs applauding our right
Though most times she wears the scary look
It made bad neighbours not to mess with us…

Behind her straight unsmiling face, you will see
She is the sweetest and most caring mom
When nervous like a cat on hot tin roof
My mom would make you conquer those fears

And when frightened by anything or anyone
Run to her, and hide just behind her back
She is a superwoman, when she is home,
We are rabbits in the headlights that do not think.

Even as her sons marry their queens, and
Her daughters are leaving to another home,
Tongues would forever crave her delicious meals….
Oh! What would we have become; without our darling mom.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Coming of smash

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I ran out of luck, and had a shock
That the nuts are rare to the blind squirrels
The Elephant fell; I experienced hell.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I got no help, and no honor left,
Then I knew; that when you smile, the world smiles
A lot but, when you cry, alone will cry.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape
I adjusted my taste, and amended my faith
To enable me yield and let the pain lead
And breed me seeds that will cover the fields.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
It was condition that made crayfish bend
Hence, I only breath with hope and believes
Bearing it all, till the smash hits the shores.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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