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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: 6 Months old
6 months old Hazel
From blown balloon to neonate
She has made me a proud dad…
Today is the yesterday
Half a year ago she was born.
Amazing, soon comes the spoon
Picking solids outside breast milk.
Even as time transforms her
In my eyes, she remains neonate
Giggling in memories
Where I guild her while she crawls.
Six months, I still water her
Watching her shine and flourish
Praying she bloom and rule
For Dad loves her, forevermore.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Five Months gone
Sweet Hazel
Daddy’s first girl
Precious heart
God’s perfect art
Greased with oil
Made to allure.
Achilles’s heel
You are to me
Give me five!
Well done my child.
As you crawl
To penny drops
Learn more tricks
Each time you blink…
Five months are gone
Since you were born
You still rock
In all your socks…
Still giggling
And still sucking
Keep growing
And keep glowing
Dad loves you more
Forevermore.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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A shot in the dark
I wish I could get to the end of the space
Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face,
Not just the stars and rocks, but to visualize
All the possibilities life can realize…
Maybe I would realize things wide off the mark
And not by blind faith nor whistles in the dark
Aside religions are there aliens up there
Or is it only tailored here on this sphere?
I stay rooted on earth, but I smell a rat
Though imaginary but it is a fact
For answers to be gotten, the end of space
Would have an interpretation of our faith.
But my fate wouldn’t take me to space to smell
The rum, raspberry, gunpowder and steak seared,
Nor unravel the mystery of darkness,
Light’s untold purpose and everything else.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Discovery at Adulthood
We were not poor, we were not rich
We never had a net without a fish
Neither did we have the heaviest box
But what mum prepared satisfied us.
I saw my parents as the world’s richest
For, everyday seem to be harvest
We had not the sharpest tool in shed
But we made memories that never fades.
I was never the sharp knife in drawer
But they inspired me to go on further
All along I felt my dad could buy a jet
And it all a wind chase for many years.
My parents hid the real world from me
They provided all of my dare needs
And never did their struggling face show
Or things they went through so I can glow.
©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Blown to go
Like floating feathers in the air
Lovely we always will appear
Some are higher touching the sky
Some just spread out their wings to fly.
Others are fighting to be light
Obviously none is ever right
Like floating feathers in the air
Lovely we always will appear.
Whether we are, or not off the ground
When it gets to our turns and rounds
Like floating feathers in the air
Lovely we always will appear.
Like floating feathers in the air
Lovely we always will appear
Till gravity draws us to floor
This life is not balance at all.
