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A letter to my body at thirty-one

Thirty one shades of dark
Thirty one cloaks of light
Thirty one routes together
Thirty one paths we trek.

Thirty one ladders we climb
Thirty one roofs we reach
Thirty one with no regret
Thirty one years since birth

Thirty one Yin and Yang
Thirty one factors of tears
Thirty one responsibleness
Thirty one fear of loosing us.

Thirty one just three decades
Thirty one years naked in you
Thirty one series of coming grey
Thirty one came in just so fast…

Thirty one now I see marks
Thirty one lines are drawn
Thirty one but why do skin age
Thirty one questions I do ask.

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

Good and bad tales of the wind

Air we fancy has its bad tales
Volatile gases, on a large scale.

Breeze in motion, are also rude
In direction and magnitude.

Remember too, it is not just
An evil tool, of storm and dust.

Strength of gales, can cause good effects
It also disperse seeds of plants

Sometimes it bleeds, hurricane slits
But sailors needs, the storm to sail.

All fishes may have gills but not scales,
Air we fancy has its good tales.

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

A letter to every girl

Are you shy as the bongo
Because you’re not a fine fox
And flatness are of the mango
Hanging front of your hairy chest.

Like a wheel, others revolve
Hence you go for implantation,
Adding garlics to your clove
In both physical and imagination.

Flat tummy, your profound urge
Others pass, you go hissing
Why are you red and easily purge
Over apples that are not spinning.

Endowment in a true sense;
Is a little more on the left
That causes a little less
Of mass and weight on the right.

All you think is to impress,
When every woman is not a wife
Hope you know, it’s not by dress
But impartation you make in life.

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

Peck of destruction

In a process called ovulation
An egg begins with yolk formation
Mass of cells, vying for possession.

Then it rolls on for fertilization;
Whether or not there is such an action,
The egg rolls on with a passion.

Shells are formed for protection
Should embryo grow in incubation
Chick will hatch from peck of destruction.

But there is this contradictions
Of nature, culture and tradition
Arising through globalization

Spreading from internet connection,
Everyone rise with fun like vacations;
Abandoning baby-step rules and mission.

These days people, condemn bus stations
They roll in fast lanes of expectations
With a notion, success isn’t by preparation.

Everything is off, dance steps in seizures
Seems like abnormality is a leisure,
Broken are eggs, without yolk formation.

Road to stardom, no longer incubation
Even without due fertilization
Eggs now get, chick’s pecks of destruction.

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

Shoes of mentorship

I have stretched, I have padded shoes I wear
I have lived, in shadows and vestige..

Hey mentor! holes in your orifice
Is magnanimous and bombastic,

Pickle of breathe and kettle of fish
Is not how I have planned to survive.

All your reach in office seems so high,
I can not seem to do half you did.

Look at me, look at you, look at trends
And the ease you apply climbing heights

When am I gonna reach the mountains?
My shoe size is way smaller than yours.

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

True hearted Countryman

Have you noticed
The young Corpers
And how they take pride
In khaki they wear
…So patriotic.

State property
Respected too,
Serving the Nation,
Faithfully obeying
The clarion call.

If we all wear
Nigeria as
They wear the khaki,
Nigeria would be
Our pride indeed.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

With age comes patience

“Taking me back in time
Before I and enthusiasms
Had a misunderstanding
Under the Sun I was stunned
By new inventories I was told
…I couldn’t wait to see, shoes I mould.

Taking me back in time
When good morals were a chime
And bad attitudes were a crime…
Every girl to me was a food
Clothed but I drew her nude
Let’s call my imagination rude.

Taking me back in time
When I guided my love gates
Holding on to things I felt
Young blood, passionate and
Captivated by stainless plates
Until I used ceramics on a date.

Patience became a favorite tool
And all I have to always pull
Aging in grace, moulding shoes…
Taking me back in time
When the world was mine”
An old man affectionately rhymed.

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

Frozen Fustrations

I freeze when I
Am to have a
Fight with those I
Happen to love.
Have you ever
Been in a rage
When underneath
Stomach linings
Where anger boils
You clenched your fist…

I freeze when I
Am to have a
Fight with those I
Happen to love.
Within the tract
Cometh contractions
That stimulates
Hormonal caches
For destructions
Flying to hell…

I freeze when I
Am to have a
Fight with those I
Happen to love.
I off my clothes
Coming so close
Love then vanish
Facing anguish
Pumping rage
Only to get
Frozen response.

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

Flames of Calamity

City of Angels
Beauty display;
And for hustle
All men labored.

Above the sky
The blue colors
Made such a day
A kind to dream…

Motorist moved
But not until
A long truck lost
Control and brakes,

The tanker rolled
Fast down the slope
Ramming gas station
Where folks gathered

Blue sky turned black
As quake was heard.
The hawks convened
The vultures too…

From block to block
It consumed homes
Taking the souls
Faithful or not.

Rivers of tears,
Ocean of bloods
Boiled on and dried
Within the flames.

It destroyed hopes
Breaking the ropes
Of faith and dreams
As the globe shrinked.

Tragedy shared
From zone to zone;

How can life cope
When evil spreads
Unleashing hell
Over the earth.

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

Nigeria: Dear President B.

From a brooms stick to a bear;
We die, you dine and share
Our heritage, sitting on a chair.

We cry and shrink, yet you jeer
“Boys, take them far from here
Their tears ain’t welcome in here”.

Election comes we turn pair?
Please let me be crystal clear
Ain’t nothing new for ears to hear.

Do your worst make it flare
There ain’t nothing of you I fear..
Revolution, for loins and deer

Worse you can do is mar and tear
And on my scars, you drink a beer
But you ain’t going nowhere…

It may not sound all that fair
But the dirt that roam in the air
Has massed up pains hard to bear.

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