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The troll

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
I hate baked bread with flour of lies,
Deceitful yeast doubling the size.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
And even when I mean no harm
Spilling the milk is who I am.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
With no reservations or shame
I speak like the truth calls my name.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
At times I wish I could be remade
But I keep painting spade as spade.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
Throw stones at me, call me a troll
Through me the truth, will always roll.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Refrain for peace

Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist and others
Battle over an ideology tagged by doctrines…
Killing one another; I can’t take it no more.
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Over the world, in your homes or neighbors
An invisible enemy; poverty and hunger,
Keeps winning as children are dying
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Parents are crying, yet you fight over doctrines
That were here in rock of ages before you were born.
And would still be, after you are gone
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Without life there will be no doctrine reader,
Yet for the doctrine, you rake and take lives;
When all doctrines have some common lines
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

The world is older than you, the Creator sees
So practice that you preach, show love to one another,
Irrespective of denominations, cultures and traditions…
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

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

Theme of peace

Air, water and land
Are all held between
By something within
By something we need
By something often killed.

As age grace the young,
Every child unborn
Shall learn a cool song
Coming from tongues
Of tideless Oceans
Youth arise; sing my song…

Water got no rival
Have you realized,
No rebound, no love
In a world at war…
Let the ocean flow
Youth arise; swim with me….

We label things red
Fear of extinction
Animals to zoo
Humans are farther
From air, sights and sounds
Youth arise; fly with me.

Love rot without it
Love dies, seriously
Endanger species
End jungle justice
Come to the bridge
Youth arise, come with me.

Give me chance to breath
Give me chance to breed
Endothermic theme
I am peace within
The world shall be calm
If youth arise with me.

Beautiful ugliness

I drive around the town everyday
When one giveup another will slay
They turn big hens and then they lay.

Some eggs roll over, from end to end
Like lakes some don’t flow nor bend
Some are heavy, some crack, some dead.

I drive around cities everyday
I see maggots hide inside clay
On a demise they choose to pray.

They play with flames under the sun
As man ages, new demons are born
In form of furs, feathers and guns.

I see two toads squat on a corn
Lurking at the tadpoles reborn
Some rejoice as others get torn.

Breathe is a sweet bitter entry;
The pretty and man-made beauties
Grow same horns with pains and pitty.

But when the rain finally drips
Powdered layers begins to rip
As the wind then blowoff the heaps.

I drive around the flood everyday
I see the doves and owls that says,
“We are unique in our own ways”.

Title: Beautiful ugliness
Form: 8-8-8 sylabllic
Lines: 24lines
Theme: life
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
© 2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Wonderful world

How great
Is our God
Who made
The stage
For breath.

Let’s push away
The curtain
Of foolishness
From our
Shallow brains.

And
Give praises
To the God
Who created
This wonderful world…

Return to previous

My life has been turned inside out
My scream is a soundless shout
Ever since babies are grown on trees
And diamonds breakable with ease.

Many say I am destiny’s doom foot
Maybe the truth is on their tooth
Ever since lies became the truth
And the future is a history of the past.

May I ask you to be hurt
Multiple times that you can’t count
Every and all spots should leave scars
… Aren’t you scared now of the remarks?

Maybe the truth is bad after all
Most especially if it isn’t big and tall
Emulate my self-destructive past
And return died living in the past.

Don’t Call Me Mad: A Perfect World

Imagine a faultless world
All Titans no odds
Ugly is a lost word
No rural but urban well-born

All hairs are auburn and
Braided bun not bunches
All men are heir apparent
And women heiress

Equality to fat thumb and little finger
Everyone are masters no follower
All that breathe are dictators and sinew
Anew would love the imagination to continue…

Reality is to castle built on air
Ceasing distress, recklessness are walled
No free space for magma to work
Nor crawl if snoozing volcano arouse

Bated, all matters shall turn wombat and kangaroo
Armed, in their pouch they shall protect their kindred
No striving, please be ready to starve to death

I forgot,
Trees shall grow tall
And fail to fall
A perfect world
What a war…

A world life would ask of
Where privilege would be thankful
To God
Him we shall see not his rod,

A world where a father sins
Shall be to him alone, yes ’tis his
Why curse his seeds?
A world where righteousness shouldn’t attract a Job

Assorted and unique, time would be haggis
Rain and sun shall shower
To flourish–Day-and-night shunning all hitch
Do God want this mild dish?

Science, technology, biblical and fetish
So many parish hands spoil the dish
Frankfurter, Weeny-weenie out of the perfect world
What a war…

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