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Lament on democracy

Two sides are the axis
In every question.
The only stupid question
Is the one never asked

When one end of the shore
Is infected by crowded greed
The other end not tread
Will be rumored as the cure.

Whereas both ends are paths
To the same governance fact.
Whether Hitler won or not
Dishonesty comes by default.

Don’t tell me of other homes
And how theirs have zero germs
Don’t tell me, who I am
Nor say to me, I am a scam

Ask yourself these questions
Are you in perfection
Do you hit fifty percent
Efficiency as a democrat?

I know you are not an Angel,
Our problem is not an emblem
But you and you among them
Who couldn’t win but joined them

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Serene love

All birds love to listen
To their selves singing
Sweetly as they fly,
That the Satan cries.

The gospel truth, is that
Have heard many songs
But none as intense as
The sweet serene songs she sings.

Jealous is of the birds
For my baby girl
Shows the best love display
True and no delay.

She handles with kid gloves
My soft heart and soul
Times may come cruel and rough
But, her love is always enough.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Running ruined

Most times we try
But the discomfort

Comes to hunt us
With inflictions.

Pain in the ass
Break hearts like glass.

I know it is
What we stave off.

Yet it blesses us
In big disguise.

So why not bear
Until it fades

Bringing bright shades
That gladdens hearts.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Isabella

Isabella
Isabella
Isabella
Whose sperm and egg
Formed your straight legs
And goodie bag.
Cracking the nuts
Your beauty hunts
Inside of it
Blacks do not crack
You never lack
Beautiful marks.

Isabella
Isabella
Isabella
You are pretty
That your beauty
Breaths life to death…
You are so rare
A pretty gel
Lips of Angels
And your dentals
Are so intact
Perfect in racks.

Isabella
Isabella
Isabella
You have this charm
Infectious smile
That takes to miles
Infatuations.
And the passion
In your fashion
Makes many man
Come to Milan
Lust as your fan.

Isabella
Isabella
Isabella
What will beauty
Look like without
You in its vault.
Perfect and fit
You are complete
With half moon lips,
The snow white teeth,
Infectious smile,
And pretty eyes.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Way to top

Between the top and the bottom
Blue is the sky across the bridge
Halfway through, the end always shift
Hoping to reach the other side
Therein bliss, sweet, milk and honey
Though, obstacles do exist
Before we get to promise land.

But every time we chicken out
On the first sight of hazard sign
Or upon sounds, when across it
There are no hitches nor glitches
Thus; an objective to maintain
All we have gained onto our names
And new status in hall of fame.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Why envy mine

Because I spark
You gather smokes
To dim my light
Whereas the sky
Has lots to share
In cloaks of light
Bright and clear.

Plane not a bird;
Yet, you still try
To pull me down.
Whereas the sky
Is big enough
For all of us
To roam and fly.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native fly: Greeting a King

Not all chambers are for show
There are highs and there are lows
At the Palace, I hope you know.

Far before the make of phones
From the time of flesh and bone
You may be old but not as the throne

The king of beasts, respects ming
When he hears songs forest sing
And worships; to him, their king.

Any subject who have no prudence
Will eventually bring intense
Sufferings, hunger, and distress

Coated with huge embarrassments
Verboten issues cemented
To himself and his descendants.

When going to a Palace
Kindly ask before a glance
How to greet King; take no chance.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Parent’s Scholasticism

My mothers prudence
Saved me from
Repeating failures.
Her rules and justice
Gave me grace
And self-discipline.

My dads fortitude
Made me to
Conquer my demons
His great temperance
Counselled me
To abstaining excuses.

During the times of
Bruise and stitch
I recall my parents
And all they thought me
Then I feel
No pain, but healing.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Color of tears

Pits I fell and cried
Pouring all out like a child
Painted pain don’t hide inside.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My parents glow

Unravelled treasures
The best of pleasures
In all the major
Riches to measure
Yet my parents hold
In God’s writing, bold
Alphabets of load
Yet searching for gold!
All their sectors glow
My parents are great
Far greater than yours.

Not lucky but blessed
Better than the rest
Excess load on chest
Till altruism paid
Goodness never fade
Fat eggs their hens laid.
Others search for gold
And their stories told
Of unequal folds
Oh my parents glow
Fat brighter than yours.

Along the pivots
A load on the left
Makes the right regret
But my parents hold
Not refined but crude
Diamond, silver, gold
Seen as a harvest
From their labor fruit
God blessed my Parents
My parents are great
Far greater than yours.

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