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Spoonful

Just like the cream,
In coffee and teas,
Rises to the top,
In the glass cup…

It is conspicuous
I got a rather die
Hovering around
And over my head.

Do not get it twisted
Behind the dark clouds
The sky is always blue
When they come through…

Like a mother hen
And a mountain gorilla
Underneath the sky
Rivers never runs dry,

Whether bedazzled or not,
It is never by chance
They prepared the ground,
Grounds on which I stand.

At times I wonder,
Why I am so blessed…
I will never bend a lip
For if I were to worship

Any mortal being,
My amazing parents
Would be whom I
Would always lift high…

Don’t get it twisted
I believe in God
And I am grateful
For a heaped spoonful.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Inner content

I am a man whose thoughts and foods
Are; “good walls makes good neighbors”
So I can’t break it to you
Fools like me respect boundaries.

With my foolishness comes a soul
Akin to no beau monde blitz…
Without sight there is no offer
If only the face behoves me

I don’t like an empty tea
Beauty is only a skin deep
And when it speaks it should show all
All the hats including cattles.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Secrets of sprinklers

Watch the company you keep
Sweep fairweather if you can
Let go of an excess weight
Appreciate every wingspan.

Like an iron and the magnets,
Carrots and the rabbits
Attract what wouldn’t pretend
Or hide facts, that your face has dirts.

Most times it isn’t the nudity
But fecundity by another,
Fecundity as in creativity
And ability to grow together.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

To the faithful fans

There are more to fans
That are more loyal than dogs
Yet royal like Kings…

Each time I fail, they
Always find a way to stay
With flimsy excuse.

It is their support
That makes me lift a trophy
Every season…

Even with the odds
Against me, they stand by my
Weak withered flowers..

Like Cherry blossom
To the Japanese
They make me happy…

When bones are broken
And hopes are lost, they give me
Quick recovery

When confidence ceases
It is their songs and cheers that
Keeps me going on…

It isn’t the soil
Where my roots have a home
That gives victory

But the fan’s stomachs
Inside which I am a wolf
Hungry for success.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My type of love

I can have the world by the tail
Even when all trials fail

I rather sleep alone and frown
Than skipping brain for a brawn

The quest for knowledge makes me gate crash
Giving me a ‘love at first sight” match..

When it comes to attraction
It is not the physical posession

But the content of the brain
Pouring on me like the rains

I seem to connect on every track
When energised by sweet sparks

In such plug is where I belong
Every second I get sprung

Reaching orgasm by listening
To the words that are spilling

From the lips of a rich brain
That may go by just any name

I don’t need a physical kiss
I am okay with a mental bliss.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Baboon’s wishful thinking

Innovators develop creature’s comfort
Yet no mortal can physically go out of itself
Like bare bodies stripping off its clothes
In deed, ghosted eyes would never have closed.

I wish the Creator was kind on my kind
So we can jump off into any flesh we find
We are monkeys, and not spirits being
Don’t blame us for dying over such a thing.

The Creator’s support carries weight
But I guess He had ran through all the stakes
Knowing that I am so beautiful
Just the way I am…. not beautiful.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

When to stop chasing money

We all did
Travel light
To the world..

Carrying
Only our
Nakedness…

Though all things
Come to end
Here on earth

There are none
That ever
Can complete

The short race
Chasing cash
To an end.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Kill dark with brightness

In total darkness, suddenly the bulbs lit
Just by the corners of the large lit up hall
An eye that sees disregarded the shinning light
Saying all manner of things… like, “it is definitely unreal”
Simply because the light broke out fast and effortlessly.

In the depth of life, most people are like the eye
Doubting the ability and productive efforts of another,
Especially when the outcome is in jiffy and effortlessly
Don’t you worry if you are in the category of the light
Kill their darkness with brightness, the world needs you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Avoid me

Please stay clear away from me
There are clouds following me
Dark and heavy, whirl and wild.

To the round drawing table
Back I go, when I tumble
Yet I fumble more and more.

Heaven joined, to renounce
Driving me into doghouse
Left to my own devices…

When I fail, I cry and try
But the tears refuse dry
Flushing me back into hell

I no longer take a chance
Since mountain labor gave mouse
As outcome each time I climb

Life has reduced me to tears
People too good, are my fears
So stay clear; away from me.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Discovery at Adulthood

We were not poor, we were not rich
We never had a net without a fish
Neither did we have the heaviest box
But what mum prepared satisfied us.

I saw my parents as the world’s richest
For, everyday seem to be harvest
We had not the sharpest tool in shed
But we made memories that never fades.

I was never the sharp knife in drawer
But they inspired me to go on further
All along I felt my dad could buy a jet
And it all a wind chase for many years.

My parents hid the real world from me
They provided all of my dare needs
And never did their struggling face show
Or things they went through so I can glow.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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