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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.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A day with a rich man

I sat down with a rich man
On the same kind of rattan
I couldn’t alter a word
But enthusiasm swirled

I watched him from head to toe
Close and deep into his soul
He had pimples no dimples
Yet he smiled cute and simple

I sat down with a rich man
On the same kind of rattan
Embarrassment of riches
Were his problems not witches..

I sniffed for costly perfume
And found nothing I presumed
His mindsets were not money
But centered round harmony

I sat down with a rich man
On the same kind of rattan
He was just like you and I
One day, to earth says, goodbye.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beautiful Zombies

In two shakes of a dog’s tail
The weather changes, so they say
With raindrops that are rubied
Rolling from bunch of zombies

Staggering down in the street
Possessing all that they meet
Conspiracies all sprung up
As a norm we all adopt.

Decent ones in the city
Soon became filthy dirty
Devils and trolls we hired
Became woods in our fire

The blacks and whites not like us
We destroy with sticks and rods
When the infants starts to creep
We shoot them right from our hips

Yet with our scary wild eyes
We still hunt the tranquil ice
And not until we change our views
The zombies are all but good.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Save me from my friends

I hear people say,
I have an old head
On a young shoulder
But the said wisdom
Came from people’s tales…

And in all it said,
Though time might have past,
Save me from my friends…
The more things change
The more they stay same.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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

A shot in the dark

I wish I could get to the end of the space
Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face,
Not just the stars and rocks, but to visualize
All the possibilities life can realize…

Maybe I would realize things wide off the mark
And not by blind faith nor whistles in the dark
Aside religions are there aliens up there
Or is it only tailored here on this sphere?

I stay rooted on earth, but I smell a rat
Though imaginary but it is a fact
For answers to be gotten, the end of space
Would have an interpretation of our faith.

But my fate wouldn’t take me to space to smell
The rum, raspberry, gunpowder and steak seared,
Nor unravel the mystery of darkness,
Light’s untold purpose and everything else.

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