Beauty in clothes
Riding down the street
In the mysterious
Small city of life;
I met a lady;
And strangely, all my
Worries disappeared
She is so awesome
Only comparison
Is her reflection
She is a wonder
Her curves and edges
Are all conspicuous
There is this intense
Craving that troubles
All gaze that spots her
Attracting to eyes
Are her oranges
Fruity and juicy.
So well configured
She got big behind
Whenever she bends,
She cast shades on sun
Strange how her body
Could heal an illness…
Obsession for her
Never seem to end;
She is a treasure
Of great value; damn!
She’s hot as hell.
And even with her
Endowment she still
Dresses decently,
Yet many ladies
Out there in the street
Not as hot as her
Flaunt their nakedness.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Darling Mom
I love my mom, she is kind and caring
She never sells ices to the Eskimos
Instead she provides, our meaningful needs
We aren’t the richest but we never starved.
Running from medications and hot water
Every time we had an injury, innocently
We hide it from her, but eventually
She always have a way of finding out…
She isn’t just a provider or an observer
Neither is she just another doctor
But she is a protector and a teacher,
The pillar of the home, she is a lioness!
Each time we err, she corrects our wrongs
And sings sweet songs applauding our right
Though most times she wears the scary look
It made bad neighbours not to mess with us…
Behind her straight unsmiling face, you will see
She is the sweetest and most caring mom
When nervous like a cat on hot tin roof
My mom would make you conquer those fears
And when frightened by anything or anyone
Run to her, and hide just behind her back
She is a superwoman, when she is home,
We are rabbits in the headlights that do not think.
Even as her sons marry their queens, and
Her daughters are leaving to another home,
Tongues would forever crave her delicious meals….
Oh! What would we have become; without our darling mom.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Coming of smash
I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I ran out of luck, and had a shock
That the nuts are rare to the blind squirrels
The Elephant fell; I experienced hell.
I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I got no help, and no honor left,
Then I knew; that when you smile, the world smiles
A lot but, when you cry, alone will cry.
I do not like grapes but in a bad shape
I adjusted my taste, and amended my faith
To enable me yield and let the pain lead
And breed me seeds that will cover the fields.
I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
It was condition that made crayfish bend
Hence, I only breath with hope and believes
Bearing it all, till the smash hits the shores.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Rude Awakening
The beautiful sky, the cool breeze
The twinkling stars, and sunlight
Refreshing water, delicious meals
The meme of science and discovery,
The great artifacts and all wonders
Unique organisms, the hills and trees
The intrigue of sleep, refresh awake
The weightlessness of play,love and laughter
An amazing family, sweet friendships
The fog, mist, snow, rain we see and feel
The odors and sweet fragrance we smell
The sounds and pleasures we hear and feel
Always gives me a rude awakening
I just have to accept the fact that,
A day shall come, when we will all be gone.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Shredding Shield
I grew up reciting the motto of Nigeria
Unity and faith; peace and progress…
Now unity is threatened by our faiths and believes
While peace and progress have both gone to voicemail.
There was this pleasure I derived from drawing
Our Coat of Arm, encoding natural resources
By shading shield black to symbolize our rich soil
Which ought to be our blessings but now, our greatest curse.
There was this satisfaction I got inhaling fragrances
From the abundant flowers that symbolized our beauty
Damn, we are gorgeous! but those days are gone
Ever since the shield broke and flowers began to wither.
There was this confidence I had while growing up
I felt super secured in the pockets of two wings.
Please did you see the Eagle that stood for our strength?
Not these shredded weak feathers falling off from the top.
There was this pleasure I derived from staring
At our great Coat of Arm, I craved to ride on
The left and right horses that symbolized our
Pride and dignity but now, the craving is in the grave.
I grew up admiring the mark on the shield
Which symbolized two great flowing Rivers
That met at a centre, that once upon a time held
The great and mighty; Nigeria, until things fell apart.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Fairweather friends
Happy like a dog with two tails
Jumping around bond bosom trail
For a friend I always bend the rule,
A million friends and a million brew
Not even one, when the storm grew
Could help or aid my breakthrough.
I’ve been bruised and shackled in pools
By drowning friends, I tried to pull
After all that, I stayed as a fool
I thought the door swings in two ways
During the thick, thin and wrinkles
A lot of my friends forgot my name.
Be careful of the friends you make
Some are mosquitoes by the lake
Hanging around to always take.
Many are nothing but a green snake
You can learn from my mistake
All stretched hands, are not for handshakes.
© 2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The case of tomorrow
Tomorrow is a lady
Gorgeous and attractive
To have her, I have to create a plan
Living life like, it is my last
For her, I rise at sunrise
And at sunset, need teaches a plan.
I have open doors, hoping
To know tomorrow better
But she shows me a purse of pauper
Empty, when I welcome her,
At times she is a stone throw
But in reality she is farther.
No one has ever touched her
She must be a sweet virgin
In my dreams her hot image is shown
At sunrise, she disappears
Yet, I heard she is pregnant;
Till the time when her fruits will be known.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Face of fear
I so love
to spread my wings
Wearing courage
while I swing.
I may bend
but can not break
Wearing courage
when I shake.
I nosedive
but try to keep
Wearing courage
while I slip.
I stick needles
in my eyes
Wearing courage
is a prize.
I am a lion
brave and strong
wearing courage
all day long.
I embrace
my worst demons
Wearing courage
and they run.
I try again
when I fail
Wearing courage
over ails.
I have one rule;
“no regrets !”
Wearing courage
like a shirt.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Greek fire
There is this want and demand, like oxygens to nostrils
A Greek fire brings back life, she’s a wonder girl!
Creamy, sweeter than teas, hot, and full of trills
Fresh like morning dews no wonder the angels fell.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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City’s best days
We are real people heated by tantrums
Sweating heavily, like we do to rums…
We have tasted hell, we dwell in storms
Sailing towards stars we wish to become.
Moving at our pace, we got no fancy cars
But we construct roads with our sweats as tars
Aiming for moons by shooting at the stars
At sunset, we all gather at lounge and bars;
Pouring drinks into intoxicating glass
Dancing and forgetting about the grass
Sharing experiences and evaluating plans
Gaining wisdoms and getting high at last
We are everyday people that often frown-
-At our jobs: everyday we are taken down
But, we do not take off the painful crown;
Nights and weekends, are our best in town.
