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Lean Robust Birds

Bright Sharon of roses on its bed
Still envies the shades that fade
Wondering why rains fall to the floor
Yet the blue sky is the goal for all.

One day; several feathers swung
Then I heard a beautiful song…
Coming from birds that crave for peace
As the leaves trembled by a bliss

While walking across paths of earth
Seeing abundant riches and wealth
Their wishes are all, including dustbins
Harvesting far more than nectars on trees

But while I dazed far from reach
The richest being on earth made a screech
“I wish I was a flying bird” he said
“I’ll sky roam and never hit the ground.”

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Egg on our faces

How do we know the rotten eggs
When there are no water or bowls
To submerge them; for bad to float

How do we know the rotten eggs
When the hen, church and bows
Can’t identify its arrows, eggs and saints.

Hence soon as they win an election
Woefully, they throw eggs on our faces
Cementing it with the dust and flours

Hoarding us from our expectations
While they mess up our senses…
To embezzle our heaps to the floor.

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

Skimming corruption

Skimming through the surface of Nigeria
Not sporty nor to evade tax but to clean
An old mess, of mindset and corruption

My quest for revival ought to be in a jiffy
But it has turned into an eccentric donkey
And it seems; the sorbent has turned the spill

Do not ask why, do not question my stops
And why skimming has become a snail pace..
But put it on all individuals of my generation.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Running from tantrums

Can you loan me
A rest of mind
Place were tantrums
Are dumb and blind
So at night I could
Smile and rest my head
Sleeping calm and fine
Metabolizing all I dine.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

African Tamarind

When I look into what everyone sees
I see a city, they call an ever green
A city that was built by Robin Hood
Stealing and giving to a yellow wood

Hiding the existence of an African plum
Telling me my soil breeds only worms
Cursing Nature by playing the master
Who cracked shells for seeds to foster

Sprouting out seeds called my brothers
Related by blood but not by sisters
Rome wasn’t built in a day, please save
The story hey you diaspora modern slaves

Until you deep your feet in your own shoe
You will not realize who is really fooled
Even Apples fall not far from its trees
As a citizen, you are liberal but far from free…

The second largest continent yet an ant
In the sight of others who aren’t stagnant
Even Angels can’t keep loving a child
Who sour the sweetness deep inside…

Each time I see a tamarind plum
I always critic the African poems
Not as a racist but deep in here
I speak in pains, hoping we hear clear.

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

Tragedy of an innovative mind

Stitches widen, as the Sun intensified
Waning in stamina, waxing in greed
Tired of stagnancy reasons he switched
Defecting to wrong in the hands of law
Caught on first day of such indulgence
The colleagues he left for good called
Notifying him in jail of their breakthrough.

Don’t judge a criminal until you are driven
Or a man of valor and great potentials
Doing good things in wide ranges
Pouring out sweat on rock of ages
Expecting golds but getting nothing;
You will relate to his call for change
If you give it all but had zero reward.

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

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.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

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

Tone: Drone of anticipation

Red shades on the gown she wore
Ushered affection through the door
That we sat nearby like five and six
Driving round town in such a bliss

The rain noticed temperature rose
That it fell slowly to water the Rose
The day was fast in all we did
Alighting with bye, faces we hid…

As we strolled into different homes
“Grin grin…” telephones rang loud
Making love calls that blew the mind
Gifting our hearts all it seek to find

Over phone we talked of tomorrow
Hence I had to wait for it to roll
Before I can grab the bull by its horn
So I slept deep as the moon waxed on

Sweet I dreamt about honey and beehive
Only to wake up at eleven forty five
Thinking the cock had crowed for dawn
But my heart was on anticipation drone.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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.

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