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Pray for Plateau

Pray for Plateau
Pray for the faithfuls departed
In a cold blood.
Rain curses on those evil hands
Of men, cursed is the day they were born…

Pray for Plateau
Pray for those slaughtered
If I was God
Roaringly, I will kill the bastards
On the day before they were born.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Mr. Beneficent

West comes before the east
I know of not many men
Called Mr. beneficent;

He is always pasting list
Of big and small issues…
If you search for his name
You see it at the least…

Humane in character
Philanthropic by nature
Selfless in his thinking
Altruistic in his doings;

Standing deep at the south
Or at the extreme east,
Is where you will find him.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My best poem

My best poem
Shall be read
In the hole
Of the earth

To honour
My carcass’s
Tolerance
Here on earth…

In Shakespeare
Poetic words
Adieus bro
It shall say

None shall hear
Both myself
Eulogy
It shall say…

Final bed
I shall rest
With no dreams
Silent night.

Deep in dark
Fading out
Of the bright
Silent night.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nature seeks balance

There is such a beautiful thing
Called ugly logical mystery.
Studied and comprehended
Yet never understood.

This thing spits out fluids
This thing brings out flames
And come rain and come sun
Every day a child is born.

Born and wired by default
To be found even with faults
Yet on his peculiar bolts
Nature draw threads for a nut.

Around which leaves start flying
When the storm comes whirling
From the large breathing nose
Of the great beautiful universe.

Thus unsettling the dirty dust
As life, to run in such a rush
And within his pumping chest
Is pestilence of a fickle heart

Disturbing minds, blowing fences
For all senses to experience
The magnanimous wonder
Existence shall love to ponder.

Sitting on a rocking seesaw
Short, life is cooked and raw
Reaching for an equilibrium
Tapping switches, off and on;

Beside the controlling force
Is existence gravity source
On Earth, Nature a thing
Giving dust and taking points of origin.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fela Kuti – African Chief

By now, you should know Fela
His records are as long as a pole
Like a King; he was not buried in holes
But ascended to become a god…

Please, bow to greet an immortal man
He has walked on acids and fires
Well barefooted; and had bathed
With the magmas of volcanoes…

He had torn tears and bled blood
Hence on his dark African head
You will see a red colour cap
With two long Eagle feathers…

From the age of his heritage
Came his staffs and chains
Made from the toughest trunk
Of the largest Elephants

He was fearless like the lions
Not because his pants and capes
Were made from the skins
Of the beast in thick forest

But while he walked and talked
The planetary bodies trembles
His dance awakened the sleeping ghost
By the boldness of historical voice

He never for ones chased the flies
When he swung his white horse tail
But he made the ancestors rejoice
On the ship of which he sailed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Somonka: Quiet Eulogy

Do not say adieu
When I ghost, to dust I came
I have got a book
Of dotted T’ and I’, printed
Clear and bold; easy to read.

Do not say adieu
When I am cold lying still
Read my disclaimer
Boldly titled; quiet eulogy
From a deep sweet word of tears

Say me no adieu
For we were never friends
Then why try to please
My drying bones, for nothing
Inside my home, ears are deaf

Say me no adieu
Nor sweetness for my bitters
Neither the vacuums
Should be false to please the ears
Sing me no beautiful praise.

If am what you say
Tell to face not when I ghost
Say welcome to me
While I breath, before you bid
Your last adieu when I leave…

If am what you say
Let me hear those kind words now…
Not in funerals;
Honor me while am awake
Not when I am in deep sleep.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Retiring Poet

If I am to stop writing poems today
I must make sure, I have written
About love, and my unending love
For the unquestionable nature
And an unequivocal culture we share.


I must make sure, I have written
About the identity of human being
The true beautiful African skin
And the attractiveness of all races
That thus grace this small world.


I must make sure, I have written
Praising God and the deities served
For creating things pure and clean
With sexuality to reckon with
As a true phenomenal being.


I must make sure, I have written
All of the memories in my head
Wealth in knowledge and in pockets
Of the family I carved out from it
Down running time; called history.


I must make sure, I have written
About the politicians and politics
The bold lies they love to tell
And the unshamed long nose
That led to many self discovery…


I must make sure, I have written
All about the innocence of a dove
The experience of the sun and rain
And the misunderstand conflicts
And the reasons no one burry hatchets.


I must make sure, I have written
About the realities we term death
And the fake deceits of life
Why male chauvinism hurt wife
Holding spoon we see as jagged knife.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Goodnight Sassy

What is breath
In a time of tears?
Today came
But not tomorrow.

There was first
This feeling of rise
At the top
Of my nostrils…

Then followed
From guts a deep breath
Rising up
Beneath my chest

A cold rush
With a tide of tears,
Gushing out
From my both eyes.

So goodnight
To the hairy dog
Brown cutely
Pretty Sassy.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lagos


The horn blows loudest
In the city of Lagos
Land of opportunities

No one ever sleeps…
The yellow buses, street hawkers
Crowds arrive to take a chance.


The crazy traffic
Shines its beautiful magics
When lines fall in places as planned

Hustlers will hustle
And still make a low profit;
Clocks tick fast in Lagos town.


Tomorrow comes fast
Without even noticing
Yesterday was even dark…

With crazy rush hour
And the motivations fire;
Lagos life has its stories.


Looking back, at the
Beautiful city, often
Some lag while many progress

Some are saved by ticks
That hides all the ages that pass
While plebs yell; “Lagos… na wa!!!”


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

90’s

To all my childhood friends
Those I knew before I grew
Together we played in muds
Though we were not fine as a frog hair
The ugly ducklings we all loved to mock
With bitter truth our hearts we emptied
In the sweet tantrums of the nineties.

All marvel pranks had its tricks
Behind the walls of silence
We are all part of times bricks
The joy is although we never see
As often as we use to back in teens
We still share some kind of connections
Flowing in memories like an Ocean;

Distance was once a stone throw
Till we hear no roasters crow
Years shall come and years shall go
But these reminiscent shall not old
Nor be lost; in the shadows of the world;
For we have earnings of gracious trust
In this world; that is so filled with dust.

Someday before the uncoated rust
Let’s look back into time
And smile at all our covered miles
For we shall say we’ve been friends
Under the yellow sun that never ends;
Life has been but all time a party
Since we were friends in the ninety’s.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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