This year’s fear
This year bore the low and high
Tearing down flames in the sky.
But I swam like sharks through tides
Beneath the oceans, no fears to hide.
Though trespassing, I had churns
Thrusting up, to face the fears
But I made whirlwinds to turn
By telling myself never to burn.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Friday grooves
Love has welcomes and adiós
Listening to the radio
Leaving issues of cardio
Focusing on the moment
Fridays I can’t forget
Forgetting stress and regrets.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Racing in existence
On your marks, set…
….You are just cells
Only a sperm
On rehearsals
Running on heels
To make the list
Of many faces.
Life is a race,
Your parents are
To call the shots…
Distance we run
Varies in tracks
Individual
Oh.. destiny.
Put on a fight
To be the best
End matters most
More than the start;
The finish line
May sometimes come
With its regrets..
Especially
When the sweet race
Is but half length,
Chunky and short
Or so tragic.
That is the point
We know as death.
And every day
I often pray
And say; “His grace”
For finish line
To have a tune
So I can reach,
Not anytime soon.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Caught in the middle
One tunnel, two ends with so many bends
And piercing needles, caught in the middle
Where each of them say; theirs is the right way.
Joy and bridle, religion they fiddle
With bends of believes and needles of grieves
In tunnel called earth, two ends; life and death.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Dear Child; work and pray
Dews can be the sweats
Dropping from the efforts
Put into a plan
Or it could be God’s plan
When the leaves are all
About to dry, and fall
There comes a tiny fog
Keeping it wet, for long….
Trees that hide in shades
Are those that gets short changed.
Dear child, look outside
For results search and find.
I know you are good
At the things that you do;
But, pray that the dews
Will always fall on you.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lament of a creator
I created a ball around orbits
Different points varied in heat
Also, by cold; on same region
I placed two folks, opposite sex
Same skin, same hairs and I was served…
But their children, explored the ball
And lost in touch of their parents
And that they thought on origin.
Each that settled on vary spots
Was changed by cold and toned by heat.
They all forgot the one language
Of peace, and love their parents spoke
And they called me different names.
As their roots changed, did their believes
Now my image has many names.
They oppress different linguist
They shove themselves for tradition
They fight themselves hurting sisters
Killing brothers all in my names
And the culture they even lost.
If they understood, that there is
A common link and origin
They would not fight, but who would learn
Or listen to my loud thunder cry
And feel my sorrow when it rains…
Even when I tell then, the blunt truth
On origin of tribes, and the strides
That brought about different skins,
Hairs, languages and religions
They will still call me a fake god.
Whereas I am still the creator
And they, the product of my hands
Who prefer to use my name but
Searching for me they throw me out
When they get close to finding me.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Refrain for peace
Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist and others
Battle over an ideology tagged by doctrines…
Killing one another; I can’t take it no more.
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.
Over the world, in your homes or neighbors
An invisible enemy; poverty and hunger,
Keeps winning as children are dying
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.
Parents are crying, yet you fight over doctrines
That were here in rock of ages before you were born.
And would still be, after you are gone
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.
Without life there will be no doctrine reader,
Yet for the doctrine, you rake and take lives;
When all doctrines have some common lines
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.
The world is older than you, the Creator sees
So practice that you preach, show love to one another,
Irrespective of denominations, cultures and traditions…
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Native fly: Ika and u’juju
You may deploy
Forensic technics
Sophisticated
Than I can imagine..
But I can tell
With just a tree
Folks from my tribe
“Ika” or related to us.
Veronica comforter
Botanist call it
But we call it
By the name; U’juju.
In family compounds
I look up the sky
Then down to leaf
Searching for it
Wherever I find it
I just know that
The occupants
Must be from my tribe.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Native fly: Grandma’s Pot
Oh what more do I crave
Than a delicious soup,
Awakening my kindred spirit.
Any time, I see or taste
An u’juju soup made
From veronica comforter
It always takes me
Back in time; remembering
My grandmother’s pot.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Call me by my name
We show regards for grey hair
And value the white feathers
I know you have to respect me
But please call me by my name
Many folks that pass this lane
Have nothing but generic
Please call me by my name
Not titles, or whatever.
