Are we actually independent?
We are celebrating sixty,
Yet there are no basic amenities,
Nigeria!! In her house is where I grew up,
Everyday she worsens, I am fed up.
Actually, not that I am fed up
Loving my Nation but individuals
And their never sustaining mentality
Killing the fishes till streams are empty…
Things fall apart, and when the center holds
They personally force the head and tails
To think and act in total disunity;
So her future would turn ashes on the tray.
I am fed up on individuals and how they feel
Nonchalant, not paying utility bills
Whether things are epileptic
Or functional as they seek..
I am fed up on every individual
Who live their lifespan as bandits,
Cheats, acting like an ugly vulture
Disturbing the peace of the Nation.
I am fed up on the recycling leaders
Who take turns enriching their selves
At the expense of the masses
Who are not skipping corruption classes.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Wonderful Vincent
Around me, there is this solace like a twilight
With intensity like the tropical Sunlight
When I am down, I believe a break of dawn
Would spring forth through the paths my faith has drawn
I believe tomorrow is as beautiful as the stars
Whether the unsaved tears never dries from my eyes
Challenges are mischievous like Satan’s storm fart
But it carves me, into a wonderful piece of art.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Spoonful
Just like the cream,
In coffee and teas,
Rises to the top,
In the glass cup…
It is conspicuous
I got a rather die
Hovering around
And over my head.
Do not get it twisted
Behind the dark clouds
The sky is always blue
When they come through…
Like a mother hen
And a mountain gorilla
Underneath the sky
Rivers never runs dry,
Whether bedazzled or not,
It is never by chance
They prepared the ground,
Grounds on which I stand.
At times I wonder,
Why I am so blessed…
I will never bend a lip
For if I were to worship
Any mortal being,
My amazing parents
Would be whom I
Would always lift high…
Don’t get it twisted
I believe in God
And I am grateful
For a heaped spoonful.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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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
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Hazel’s Diary: 7 months old
Upon every new dawn
You seem to become more fun…
Growing so swiftly in strength
And good healthiness as well…
In all forms and dimensions
I can possibly mention…
Seriously your wonder
Often makes me to ponder
How charming you are in jeans
While dressed up in my genes
As you clock seven months old
May your blessings not miss road…
My sweet beautiful love bug
My love is more than mere hugs.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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He deserved to die
Nothing hurts like being tarred
With the same bush and evil cards
So just when the sun began to melt
And it seemed there was nothing left
Knowing you would never be back
As shadows spread out in the dark
I stretched out a gun and pulled the trigger
With no atom of regret nor did I shiver.
Sad? Tell me how could I fold my hands
While you fade out before my eyes
Into the crazy thin air on a journey
Of trusting, falling and cuddling…
Especially when it was made from flatters,
With the truth labelled monsters;
And a large cake which is not worth
Your precious burning candles and sweats.
(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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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
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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.
