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
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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
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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
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The death race
Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Away from varying slates
At some point in this race
According to our fate
We shall be called, “it or late”.
Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Into a distant land
According to God’s plan
So live life like you can
Today hop on the van.
Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
To a place from the clay
And illusions of rays
Coming from yesterday
It might be yours today,
Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Dwelling in shadow’s scene
Swimming in fearless stream
Yes, it is finish line;
Realm of forever dream.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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A voice from Nigeria
Nothing will make me grab a rope
Just because my world hit the slope
I might have not been to Europe
But I do not have to go suicidal
Just because of someone else’s potential
Although I have not been to Asia
But before Butterfly was Caterpillar
I have to grow and not think of Antarctica
In Africa, for I have not been to Australia
Nothing will make me empty a bar
Simply because I have no luxury car
I might have not been to America
But my ink and papers have traveled
And my poetic voice have been heard
By different races across the world.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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Grateful Rest
Nothing stays fresh and ever green
Even the grass, withers and falls
Until we all eventually fade
We all shall taste of that life brings
The good, the bad, the sour, the sweet
Today nascent, tomorrow grey
Yes, at some point, we crave for rest
Life is but, cradle to the grave.
Where troubled minds will fall asleep
Well, I do not know, about you
But, if I can speak when I ghost
I will tell death, thanks for the rest.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Why do gods extend left hands?
At first, with a right hand
The gods gave a large farm
All sorts of essential plants
And made them to grow well.
These plants were varied
Just like the five fingers
But they had such a beauty
In their great diversities.
Record books postulated
A bountiful harvest
The store rooms were expanded
Not until, one fateful day,
The same immortal gods
Whose benevolence poured
From their powerful right hand;
Extended their very left hand
Then from another end
The ice cap began melting
And the great Sea’s level
Tremendously grew
Birthing a stubborn flood
That came with a full force
From the coast, without fear
Wiping away the entire farm.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.
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My Bloodlines
To my lovely children;
In your varying veins
The same blood flows deep down
From same ancestral gown
Daddy loves you so much
That he will always blush;
“I have been to lala land”
There are still lots to find.
In the air, build castles
Let wonders guide you through
Into imaginations
And cartoon’s illustrations.
Dance and play; in your cots
Throw blows; but not a lot
When you do, forgive too
The cord shared, is not two
Trust and always believe
Family never leaves…
Please honor your mother;
Do always remember
For you, she went through pains
After nine months you came
Giving her reasons to smile;
Hence, she goes extra mile
To protect and provide
You with a stress free life.
Do not get so annoyed
When we do spare no rod
While growing, when you err
Please gain an old man’s hair
Trust and always believe
Our love will never cease.
