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Tiger’s tail

Yellow black stripes all over me
Largest amongst my family
My teeth shines, sometimes bright
Sometimes dark, sometimes light
Sometimes beside a short eclipse
Shuddering, red fluid wets my lips
From the likes of buffaloes and deer
Who summoned me up to their dare.

Lions, Jaguars, Leopards you see
Are not me and are different from me
I am neither the domestic dogs
Chucking it down with kitty cats.
Pick up the hammer, I have a nail
If you grab me firmly by my tail
And I don’t bite you in such an anger,
Then you have to call me a loyal tiger.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A letter to my body at thirty-one

Thirty one shades of dark
Thirty one cloaks of light
Thirty one routes together
Thirty one paths we trek.

Thirty one ladders we climb
Thirty one roofs we reach
Thirty one with no regret
Thirty one years since birth

Thirty one Yin and Yang
Thirty one factors of tears
Thirty one responsibleness
Thirty one fear of loosing us.

Thirty one just three decades
Thirty one years naked in you
Thirty one series of coming grey
Thirty one came in just so fast…

Thirty one now I see marks
Thirty one lines are drawn
Thirty one but why do skin age
Thirty one questions I do ask.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Peck of destruction

In a process called ovulation
An egg begins with yolk formation
Mass of cells, vying for possession.

Then it rolls on for fertilization;
Whether or not there is such an action,
The egg rolls on with a passion.

Shells are formed for protection
Should embryo grow in incubation
Chick will hatch from peck of destruction.

But there is this contradictions
Of nature, culture and tradition
Arising through globalization

Spreading from internet connection,
Everyone rise with fun like vacations;
Abandoning baby-step rules and mission.

These days people, condemn bus stations
They roll in fast lanes of expectations
With a notion, success isn’t by preparation.

Everything is off, dance steps in seizures
Seems like abnormality is a leisure,
Broken are eggs, without yolk formation.

Road to stardom, no longer incubation
Even without due fertilization
Eggs now get, chick’s pecks of destruction.

@2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

With age comes patience

“Taking me back in time
Before I and enthusiasms
Had a misunderstanding
Under the Sun I was stunned
By new inventories I was told
…I couldn’t wait to see, shoes I mould.

Taking me back in time
When good morals were a chime
And bad attitudes were a crime…
Every girl to me was a food
Clothed but I drew her nude
Let’s call my imagination rude.

Taking me back in time
When I guided my love gates
Holding on to things I felt
Young blood, passionate and
Captivated by stainless plates
Until I used ceramics on a date.

Patience became a favorite tool
And all I have to always pull
Aging in grace, moulding shoes…
Taking me back in time
When the world was mine”
An old man affectionately rhymed.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Nothing but a whorl

Beauty obstructing traffic
Cozy cute city Chic’s
Cat walking, half naked,

Pick on fashion is your trick
To make pockets begin to leak…
All wrongs may not end tragic
Be sure you get that you seek.

Spend a gold, get a meat
I still can’t get over it
…What joy is there in a flirt.

Gambling with tomorrow
Spreading legs for some Kobo
And still you do not know
You are nothing but a whorl.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Flames of Calamity

City of Angels
Beauty display;
And for hustle
All men labored.

Above the sky
The blue colors
Made such a day
A kind to dream…

Motorist moved
But not until
A long truck lost
Control and brakes,

The tanker rolled
Fast down the slope
Ramming gas station
Where folks gathered

Blue sky turned black
As quake was heard.
The hawks convened
The vultures too…

From block to block
It consumed homes
Taking the souls
Faithful or not.

Rivers of tears,
Ocean of bloods
Boiled on and dried
Within the flames.

It destroyed hopes
Breaking the ropes
Of faith and dreams
As the globe shrinked.

Tragedy shared
Calamity’s
Catastrophe
From zone to zone;

How can life cope
When evil spreads
Unleashing hell
Over the earth.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Twenty lines of reality

Where are the Kings
The Queen and Knights
Those who were strong
In histories and songs?

Where are the folks
The richest of works
Creams of societies
In previous centuries?

Are their lineages
Same across all ages?
Time is all I fancy
Because of its legacy.

You may be the king
Or a Queen of the ring
But please remember
We are all; time users.

Every age has a shuffle
Powers will always shift
To death there is no bribery
We are all its rivalry.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unwise war

When a music is heard
Coming from speakers
Devices, or the mouths,
Perception is to dance.

Jiggling asses, and heads
Normal people will dance
But the music we play
Only causes us to fight.

Life is a seating
Examination of breath;
The world isn’t a city
But a small village…

For these, battles fought
For digits of ivories
And these walls we build
Isn’t a win-win war.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Before stroke

If I wasn’t
Invited
Before thunder stroke.

Please don’t text me
Things far from,
How you feel.

If I wasn’t
Invited
Before thunder stroke.

Please don’t hold me
So firmly
Only in downpour.

If I wasn’t
Invited
Before thunder stroke.

Please don’t miss me
Whenever
Your fun dries up.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Bark back

R. I. P to the faithfuls
Ones that died coldblooded
By bombs, swords or guns
Far from the natural flood.

Whose very weaknesses
These killers use as drills;
Are the sins we fight
And the taboos we kill.

It is more sadden
That we do not take
These heavy laden
For bad cakes they bake.

An eye for an eye
They are sole survivals
We chose turning cheeks
To be a soul survival.

A hundred got burnt
And they keep doing more
Slaughtering for God
To our God we mourn…

The dogs that bark loud
Sometimes need a slice
Of a resilient mind
To hush in silence.

The greatest regret
Wouldn’t be bad fate
And the death therein
But sticking to faith

Especially when
At the end, no hell
No heaven, no paradise
We all believe and often tell.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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