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Egg on our faces

How do we know the rotten eggs
When there are no water or bowls
To submerge them; for bad to float

How do we know the rotten eggs
When the hen, church and bows
Can’t identify its arrows, eggs and saints.

Hence soon as they win an election
Woefully, they throw eggs on our faces
Cementing it with the dust and flours

Hoarding us from our expectations
While they mess up our senses…
To embezzle our heaps to the floor.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tragedy of an innovative mind

Stitches widen, as the Sun intensified
Waning in stamina, waxing in greed
Tired of stagnancy reasons he switched
Defecting to wrong in the hands of law
Caught on first day of such indulgence
The colleagues he left for good called
Notifying him in jail of their breakthrough.

Don’t judge a criminal until you are driven
Or a man of valor and great potentials
Doing good things in wide ranges
Pouring out sweat on rock of ages
Expecting golds but getting nothing;
You will relate to his call for change
If you give it all but had zero reward.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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

Death bell

End to end the ball rocked loud
With music low and slow to end
Just as the bones couldn’t hold
This flesh of mine, dust unfold

I saw the sun beginning to dim
As the wind blew cold breeze
Then I knew my breath has froze
And my skin no longer need cream.

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

A Savior that never came


I was sent down
To save the world
From Herself
And breath on shelf…


From a distance
I stare at the
Scintillating wonders
Of Her elegance,


From the fresh air
Escaping through
The narrow gateways
Of an open leg


I perceived
The sweet cologne
Of Her fragrance,
Without emergence…


The white and blue
Were all panicking
“Don’t loose him
Don’t loose the mother”…


But … In my zone
I hummed after
The whistling palm
And echoes from the sky…


I hear voices calling His name
Strangely by different ways
From the sermon and mindsets
Thinking brains adopted


I could feel the vibration
Of Mother Earth
Resisting the ocean
From engulfing Her…


Through the closed eyes
I saw but I never came
Nor conquered the dark
By bringing delight


With a cry of a baby
On the mouth to suck
The nipples of milk
On the chest of a female


It is not that I love
To let the milk get sour
But I just can’t soar
With an immortal body


I could have been infected
By the magnanimous pleasure
And irresistible temptations
Mother Earth was wired by


I could not stand the chance,
Living on a borrowed time
Acquiring immerse wealth
Fighting for Her with nothing left…


Do not ask me what I mean
If you do not know
Where I have been;
Living timeless without pain…


So from a distance
I chose stillbirth
So I could bring down rains
When She is weak and dry


And when Her child depart
I join her cry bringing thunder
Expecting another episode
Of exit and entrance to life.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Magma Chamber

Things rot and often spoil
Dropping patch of rich oil;
Drilling deep unto the soil
Searching for a good resource

Deeper I go, though hitting rocks..
No one knows the underground
Is other than a burial ground
Neither a place for heavy hands

To gain more golds over lands
I journeyed into bottomless
To find heaps of lonely sands
Different colors; as it stands

The dirt became my only friend
Very often she advised I bend
That men are selfish evil clones
That unwrap her to steal her stones

What is flesh, without a soul
What is depth, without a hole
Notably she said, not only breath
Has a right to dwell and to exist

Then she screamed and began boiling
Across the surface it was vibrating
Then I heard people screaming
The magma chamber is coughing.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tragedy of the scheduled mail

When I was teen
I fell in love
With a lady
Named Juan Emily…

She was so cute
Finest at night
And beautiful
Under sunlight

Talks in steven
Melodiously
And her color
She never bleached

Out of my shell;
In wishing well
I tossed a coin
She was my wish…

The problem was
She was so high
And she turned down
Hello and hi…

I tried my best
But never could
Come chest to chest
With queen of hearts

I searched for ways
To communicate
But her numbers
Had lost digits

After many
Hard fail attempts
I found her mail
And we conversed

Sweet, she then said…
She hates the guys
Who says they love-
-Her; to be theirs

And when it comes-
-Out; in any form
She smiles and run
Faster than light…

We turned friends
That never met
She had big dreams
We could relate…

Years turned to jets
And I noticed
She withdrew from
Social media…

The clock ticked fast
Ten years gone by
At the Patio
Where I recline

Taking a sip
Of lemonade
The mail box beeps
I took a peep

Hope you get this
I scheduled
Ten years ago
All just for you

To realize that
Nothing beats love
True, cruel as ore
From a furnace

Of lovers heart
Your beet and wine
I always wished
Could turn to mine

Hope this message
Hit the passage
Of your sweet heart
At the right time

I still wait you
Along the road
You never rode
Don’t be late

Yours faithfully
Juan Emily”

With a red heart
The mail concluded;

I then went blank
My heart beat fast
As I ran out
To fetch for her

But to find out
She had just ghost
A day before
The scheduled mail.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Time: Timeline

Fragile, life starts
Fine as frog’s skin
Along the line
A thing called time
Slowly ticks till
Smooth trashes to bin
kick into touch
Killing nature.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Time: Grocery store

Obviously coming fresh as life
But in the bin, it goes as death,

Earth is like a grocery store
Supply comes and supply will go.

What vain is a trash to empty
In refuge sites just by the tomb

That just keeps on reminding us
We live in temporary home

As groceries in grocery store
A pack of wolves will cry someday.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Avoiding premonition

Thunderstorm! hold your peace
Quench those volts in your bolts
Seasons change, do not strike
Alongside heavy clouds…

I have got a feeling
Something bad will happen…
Please do not burn my rings
And mould it into chains..

Tearing down homes with ease
That were built by my sweat
Thunderstorm, quench your light
Enough of your disasters.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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