Hazel’s Diary: Growing bond
I have always felt, the ocean is deep
The skies are up and nothing can flip
I felt nothing can halt my wrath from wafting
Until little Hazel, came out stretching
Rare genes translated into a beautiful princess
Quenching volcanic eruption in the process
Smiling like the sun, penetrating with ease
Oh yes, I love her with every fiber of my being
And ever since she came into my world,
I became a child and a clown with a bond.
(C) 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Indescribable
Outcomes of our fall,
Has an open door
Coming from a war
We may tag as life,
Fighting for our lives
Gaining dust for ranks.
Scythe or by broom
People still presume
We roam in their rooms
When we turn to ghosts
Whose breath cease to fit
While the maggots eat.
People think we see,
Walk and always feel
All they tag as real…
Could it be an end
Or a sort of bend
To a whole new blend?
Death breeds afterlife
We were once alive
To say otherwise
Now we are the myths
That are real or not
Until shadows exit…
On this battlefield
Life is short indeed
Silence is the shield
Separating lines
Yes, none can describe
What death may look like.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Scythe of fate
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Sometimes I scream inside my tent
Waking up from the blanks of rest
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
From the voids that cause me to shed
It all seems like I lose my head;
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering what it would be like
In total void away from life…
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Within my faith there is despair
Lying next to my greatest fear
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Transparent yet still not clear
One day I would be missing here…
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Trees may fall, the leaves may dry
I heard that, the soul never dies
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering if soul is a myth
Created to ease the scythe of fate.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sameness
Dwelling on a large field
Amidst a buried seed
Sprouting into a tree
Then to levels of seas,
Change is a constant thing
The song the birds do sing
Eternity is faith
Reality is but vain…
All flesh exit the town
Even the rocks break down
Amidst the daily smiles
Are corresponding cries…
With many unsaid byes
Looking down from the skies;
Asking several why
I guess, the gods are wise…
More-so,in all of it
Time is so infinite
Yet it is short and bright
One minute there is light
Suddenly, it gets dark
Lying still on a plank
Sometimes wrapped in a mat
Bottled in jars as ash
Returning back to start
Repeating the same path
Yet we forget all that
Seeing others as ants.
(C) 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Tears in all I have seen
I have seen flags
Raised in borders
I have seen tapes
Encroaching lines…
The words I heard
Carried by winds
Came in varied
In tones and tongues…
I have heard truths
Subdued by lies
Carried my both
Adults and youths
I have seen blood
From veins and genes
I have seen guns
I have seen dust…
I have seen flesh
The thick and soft
I have seen swords
Slice them like breads…
I have seen heat
I have seen snows
I have seen rains
Flush away souls
I have seen birds
Creating nest
I have seen jets
Shredding their eggs
I have seen shells
Emptied on lands
I have seen bombs
Drop from the sky
I have seen girls
I have seen boys
Become friends
Sometimes strangers
I have seen parts
Of bodies reaped
I have seen legs
Opened and raped…
I have seen things
Awful and weird
I have seen moon
Subdued by light
I have seen books
Termed as Holy
Read by same folks
Killing for God
I have seen riots
I have seen flames
I have seen tears
Drip from pillows
I have seen men
Enjoying war…
It never ends
It just replays
From tradition
And geo regions
To religions
And possessions
Strangely, it is
The common thing
That bonds men that
Tears them apart
And it worsens…
By every dawn
And sunsets of
Generations…
I wish I could
From the comfort
Of my bedroom
Fix the whole world
Turn things a new
But I am part
Of the problem
Destroying earth.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s diary: World’s greatest daughter
Staring at an infancy
I could smell her fantasies
And wonders of her dreams,
Walking through the autumn leaves.
With innocence at its peak
Belly laughing, at a trick
When she chuckles, I chuckle
When I guffaw, she guffaws.
She fetches the handkerchief
To dry tears on others cheek
She is a tower of strength
God bless her future friends…
There seems to be so much joy
Watching her pet her own toys
Pampering them like they breath
Dancing to songs and the beats
She reminds me time does flies
Reciting nursery rhymes
Watering flowers in jars
Bringing back the nostalgia.
Her mindset is an atlas
Running around with sparklers
Best part is when she calls me;
“Da.. da.. dad” exhorting me.
She is my first noble prize
More than it meets the eyes….
Of a billion, she chose me
And I like how great it feels.
Like the breeze from the ocean
Cooling soul with such passion
I’m proud to be the father
Of the world’s greatest daughter.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lament from tribal marks
Before the mouth produces a sound
Before the tongue would even be heard
I provided details of such nativity…
To tradition; I was its nitty gritty,
Finding my way down torn mortal flesh
Significantly more than scars can fetch
I had varying lines on the leather trace
Birthed from the blades of tribes and race.
I dignified pride, I was the mark of heritage
A healer older than the rock of age
I saved millions of lives from a bloodbath
Although I was also a victim of my own fate
I provided a tribal identification
Until my hosts felt I was an ugly vulture
A cock and bull hovering a cultural based
Disfiguring a supposed beautiful face…
As the night makes way for a new day
My existence gradually fades away
From bodies I gave the warmest embrace
Distinguishing them from another tribe and race.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The lady man
Who is such a darling
She isn’t that stainless
But she is the sweetest of goddess
She makes the sun shine
And gives sweet taste to a wine,
She is to affection a magnet
Impeccably perfect.
She dignifies her skin
With such kindness within
Staying golden and true
Indeed, her kind is few…
She speaks so smoothly
Creating that heavenly
Environs of pleasure
No mortal can measure…
She has her own scars
But it doesn’t deter
Her magnanimity
To help communities…
Although her skin is dark
Her heart of gold never lacks
Love rainbow and tender care blend
Showering down to never end.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Existing in a movie
Staying a bit longer, to me is no more
Since sands turned to bloods on the floor
Somebody, anybody come save me
Save me from the collapsing hill
Sadly, every single dream I had is dead
Several years gone, yet suspense refused to end
Save me from a timeframe so unreal
Scan me to find tears filled to the brim
She is dying yet they see muse and thrills
Seamless are the pieces around her fallen tree
Silly politicians enjoy the role they play
Squandering the sands of her broken clay
Stupidly, they all seem to know no shame
Somebody ought to feel concerned of her dying name
She is Nigeria, drowning across all ages
Surprisingly, she doubts if she can be saved
Since snakes swallowed elephant in her script
Seriously, I wait to hear the director outside the script,
Screaming “cut!!!” in my lifetime otherwise,
Something in me will regret wasteful cries
Soiling the soil and suffering as a fictional character…..
Swimming in false hope she will get better.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sold out by life
We fight to save threatened vultures
At same time, screaming, ‘save nature’
The next day, she wrecks havoc
Tearing down even papers and rocks.
