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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Until our burial

The daylight comes with its stresses
Every challenges wears different dresses
But the shadow view of the lonely nights
Cast an ugly beauty with a fright.
Fetching visible ghost in the solid air
Naked or clothed, pulling strands of hair;
While the maggots, drills, sacred areas.

Outlaws, we are same under the blue,
Let’s struggle till, our season is through,
Life is a crime, death is a jailer’s shark
Devouring and unpacking bags of rags.
As our enamoring bodies turn open fire
Burning us all, till dry bones are similar;
We are only strong or weak, till our burial.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Self destruction

Memories will; in due time fade
But not this kind; I am stuck on
A diving bell underneath waters.

Water of tears, ashes and smokes
Giving-up; might just turn out to be,
The best idea, there is to this

Please don’t take it the wrong way;
There is just no other way out
Between the Devil and deep blue Sea

Slitting my throat, is so far from ego
But I have to go now than to pick up
Same shattered pieces by tomorrow.

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

Lock in syndrome

Not dead not alive
Yet brain did not allow
The body parts
To carry out
Their function.

Diseases can be
As cold as an ice
To an extent that;
Great and mighty
Falls and humbles….

I got to know a Bee
Busy beautiful butterflies;
Who was an Einstein
Writing letters while blinking
His cold craving eyes.

Breathing is a shame
When death is dare
Coming as blunder
Terminal disorder
To all organs in sum

“What is your name
Demons in there”
I asked in wonder
Only to discover
He had ‘lock-in-syndrome’.

Not dead not alive
Yet brain did not allow
The body parts
To carry out
Their function.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Masochistic World

Back on the bed
Job on the hand..!
Get it all peel
For an offer;
If you can pull
I give you a thumb.

These sadists trend
Ungodly trade
Picking up nail
And long hammer
To grab a bull,
By its own horn.

Exponential
Failure cum pain
Breeds bad results
And evil deed;
All for good end
She bows and bend…

I hope it shall
Condense and rain;
Why take graduates…
Through hell for bread?
Please be reminded;
You shall be judged.

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

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.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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