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The lookalikes

From the rocks of all ages,
I can not distinguish
Parent birds and offsprings
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of

But how do lovers choose
A lookalike for rings,
When taking the glove off
Further bending the truth
That; “one plus one is one”

Many differ from Adam
But after knotting ties
They get two gifts in lieu
One from kids of the womb
Second comes up in grey.

I have seen a balance
From produce of unions,
Between mother and child,
Yet at the other edge
You see features of dad.

If you are Mr. Thomas
Take a walk down the park
Watch families merry
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of.

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

Beneath the stars and clouds

It was a quiet night
Under the Starlights

I sat and admired
The way the sky shone

From a distant mile…
Came a friendly breeze

With croaks from the frogs
Creepy yet, it was fun

While the whistling Palms
Joined the windy chorus.

Shadows grew so tall,
Fireflies everywhere

But up above where
The clouds stood and float

I unravelled puzzles
From the East to West.

For each mass of cloud
Had a picture they spoke

It was beautiful
Getting lost in wonders

But soon came the dawn
And I wondered what

The heaven looks like
If the skies could be that

Breathtakingly calm
Awesome and beautiful.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

How I shine

I am like a breeze dispersed seed
Going wherever He takes me to
The I rotten, and germinate
Becoming a tree, rich and strong
All my the pains I have been through
Are written on my leaves and stems.

I am like a breeze dispersed seed
And I have felt the touch of God
Comforting, but I can not explain
Neither can I describe, how it felt
Going through volcano, and back
Sprouting richly in the deserts.

I am like a breeze dispersed seed
Going through land of no return
In the times I thought I was gone
Out of the blues, came his fingers
Lifting me above the waters
Saving me from awful disaster.

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

Two homeless men

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
Under the sun and moon light
You seem not worried at all
I see your barefooted print
A thousand miles, yet you smile.

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I see you catching a nap
With no mattress and pillow
I wonder how you got here
As an image of sorrow.

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I see you clear like crystal
But I say no word to you
I baffle how you manage
To squeeze in bins when it rains…

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I wish I could talk to you
Perhaps help you in any way
But I am like you, homeless
And my life is torn apart.

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

Best outfit

Hope you know the best outfit when all
Is cold like a snow or extreme hot
Like the Sun is not pride nor coward?

There are times when the sky would fall down
And the ground would not be kind to hide
You from the shame, and the disaster…

There are times when nothing goes as planned
Yet the day wouldn’t end as a dream
Instead like sun, it heightens and rises.

And such times, ropes may come for the blue
Beside notes but somehow I wish you
Write poetry and change the whole story

Knowing that the tears are temporary
And suicide is no option at all
Drop the ropes, joy will come at the dawn.

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

Rare African Ray

Africa has seen
Horrifying moments
Destroy her fragile hearts
We still do…

And we still believe
That a dawn will bring forth
A ray to extinguish
This darkness.

Africans have been
Hoping for the longest
Dared, but it is the least
We can do…

And we still believe
That a ray can direct
All our paths and lead us
To greatness.

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

Sonnet: Revisiting Gifts

While I am overwhelmed by these gifts
Coming from past, sweet words and texts
During Christmas and my birthdays
Surprises that came with ribbons
Pockets filled with fat envelopes
And buckets of consumables
I am grateful for those moments.

All these stickers on souvenirs
Gotten from events in the past
Brings a flashback with some teardrops
Though I do not anticipate
Being here forever on earth
I revisit, for I can not forget
Sweet memories I find in gifts.

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

Butterflies of outcome

There goes a hand shake, what next
Will you leave it hanging like a breast?
Will you fling or cling it and rejoice?
Your action will speak more than voice.

Just like the ladies crave for aisles and rings
An agenda has amazing glitz it brings
Only when it goes according to plan
Though insatiable are the demands of man.

Nothing beats the feeling, lifting golds
There is this rush of confidence it builds
In the stomach the butterflies coil
Elevating and gravitating joy

From toes tip to the crown of the head
Screaming ‘I made it to this beautiful end’
Popping champagne and celebrating
Nothing beats it, touching the ceilings.

But when plans don’t go as one except
It makes one cold and fold like a blanket
Especially when the basket had all the eggs
Ah, the pain is worst than ten broken legs.

Slipping into darkness under daylight
If your expectation had been cut short
You will know, nothing is as devastating as
Your landscape of joy crumble under your watch.

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

Would the world ever end?

There was a time the earth was a new born
The first century soon became an ancient
Eighteenth century is buried in history

Party like it is nineteen ninety nine
Is now just an idiomatic expression
Soon twenty third century will be done

‘Save mother earth’, we all clamour for
As every religion speaks of a heaven
Would mother be happy when the trumpets blows

I see the seas and I wonder how the rocks
Conducted themselves all through the ages
Soon twenty third century will be done

What happens after the calendar reaches
The exponential nine nine suffixes
Would the whole world still be whole

Would the keepers of history be bored
Most especially would the forces of religion still hold;
Soon twenty third century will be done.

But after the fast speeding calendar
And short cycling time refuse to end
What stone would be left unturned?

If this writeup doesn’t make sense,
Then it is useless but remember
Soon twenty third century will be done.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Undeserved outcome

I have laid good foundations
Refusing to get hands stained
Planning for guaranteed future
Where shuttles will be by planes.

I have covered all the bases
Avoiding unhappy end
Doting i’s and crossing t’s
Yet I never taste good end

But when I am unprepared
All my sticks fall into place
And my outcome are tripled
When compared to prepared race.

Is readiness obsolete
Or a glamorous retro
For it fetches the worst
Contrarily to my motto.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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