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Childhood rivalry

The thick blood we share is still
Flowing through valleys and hills
From the landscape of the shores
And the irony of sea storms.

Now we reside in our homes
Extended branch a lot to come
A perspective so beautiful
Hiding all we have been through.

It was war when we were kids
We fought over worthless things
The noise we made was a quake
Our neighborhood felt the shake.

Should I say the rivalry
Helped us bond quite easily?
For we stood by each other
Toe to toe against strangers.

Most times we swore not to speak
Then later our wounds we lick
We are now ripen apples;
It was all meant to happen.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Flea in a doghouse

Nothing ooze bad as sadness
Vis-à-vis scents as happiness
Than valid value of goodness!!!
The desire for the bubble genes
Got me rooted at a great fence
Of nudity and beauty in a dress.
I have seen millions of faces
A lot of them make nylon noises
Living a life full of pretenses.

Ravishingly hot in high Celsius
Many got brains but lack senses
From the hides and the leashes
Bad characters looses in large census
Beauty without brain, of course
Seems to be their greatest curse
Distributing high blood pressures
Even those that make wit their plus
Lacks the skills of good impulses;

But you are that complete measure
On the scale of adorable treasure
A daily sprinkle of sweet leisure
The right dose of happiness
Needed in doghouse of loneliness
Happy as a flea, my goodness !
With imperfections quite intense
You bring the scents of happiness
I must confess, you are the best.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The straw that broke a camel’s back

Fallen to floor, there came ladders
Not from paid dues, I used to owe
But from distant shores of strange land
Never flown to, or even know.

No penny, no purse and uglier
Than chimpanzees, well, with good doze
At same time raw like tomatoes;
My strength she pulls by straw she rolls.

The beautiful claws of wonders
Behind her, shows her camel-toes
Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the angels I used to know.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: My first battle won

Against rattles
And obstacles
In glass bottles
The first battle
Outrightly won
When I was born
Is being black

Others may lack
Wrinkles do not
Penetrate nuts
In blackish lands
Time might hit hard
But fact is that
Blacks don’t crack.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: All but Wakanda

So sad, slave trade nicked
Africa into Marvel’s
Pit of Wakanda.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dear Child; work and pray

Dews can be the sweats
Dropping from the efforts
Put into a plan
Or it could be God’s plan

When the leaves are all
About to dry, and fall
There comes a tiny fog
Keeping it wet, for long….

Trees that hide in shades
Are those that gets short changed.
Dear child, look outside
For results search and find.

I know you are good
At the things that you do;
But, pray that the dews
Will always fall on you.

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

Period of my rebirth

If I am to be rebirth
I shall love my destiny
To roam and scout for any
Trace of my present parents

I shall not just travel
To feel the beautiful world
But find an umbilical cord
Deep right inside my cradle.

Before water breaks or flows
I shall love to receive
All their sweet beautiful traits
Genetics and hereditary throws

I hope, they are not stressing
Worrying about my tomorrow
For nine months in a row
While the bumps is growing.

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

Sandy Berry

You are dark, yet you shine
Bright, hot as hell; lovely Queen….

Your naked look, tempts the gods
Staring blind to worship you.

Black like winter berry
Unforgettable body

In your eyes, is a crown
Floating top in souls of thrones.

And your tears nourish soils
Roots and apples, juicy grow

Snowy on the inside
Yet you burn like volcanoes…

You are black, you are sweet
You are a fine special thing

That came out from the arts
Of extraordinary…

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Black African Boy

I don’t need to over emphasize
Where my glorious root shoots from
On my nails you can’t find dices
But cowries and Shea butter moist.

Mosquitoes love to have a taste
Of my blood, red thick and rich.
All the birds know I reach
Heights without feathers and wings.

I don’t need to over emphasize
On my skin, clearly you will see
The large hides of an elephant
And spotted coats of a leopard,

I am as cool as a cucumber
And most dangerous as a Hippo
The poisonous snakes and scorpions
Have venoms that are scared of me.

I don’t need to over emphasize
I drink from the biggest calabash
And palm wine I share with the gods
Of my motherland and simple soul;

In my breath you will smell leaves
From the vines of old forest trees
And the rabbits fear the smoke
Of my ancestral names and gins

I don’t need to over emphasize
By the blinks of my misty eyes
You will see the mountain lions
Roaring with the sight of an Eagle.

Ashes of Phoenix; spirits don’t die…
I am not shy to see rivers flow
Nature loves me without a snow
It is evident in the way I glow

I don’t need to over emphasize
Who I am but watch my shadows
The images of Godzilla and Apes
That you see, in imaginations

Ain’t true, I am not a superhero
I roam in the ghettos and jungles
Celebrating new yam festivals
And dancing as masquerades

I don’t need to over emphasize
Just as the shadows grows taller
When the scorching solar Sun
Is right behind or far in front of it

The short green grasses and wild cats
In me, grows tall like the Giraffes
I am yes; that little African boy
Enslaved socially by toys you made.

2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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