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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.

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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.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: All but Wakanda

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

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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.

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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.

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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…


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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.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Poor black mind

Hope growth is not an hallucination
How did the Whites become diabetic
Economically well structured and nice
Whereas blacks lags; now we auction
Selves, for slavery; legal or illegal
Under the weather of milk and honey.

The internet has become an office
While our gods accepts sacrifices
Kids nowadays cling diabolical ways
Extorting money from folks abroad..
The painful part is, men truly legit
Are but now the riffraff in town…

My country is drying up not because
She fell on the largest of cradle beds
Nor because her leaves and stalks are old
But because she has solely refused
To keep muds far from pigs while trimming leaves
And growing the grey hairs of wisdom.

No metaphor or synedoche can hide
The bad governance these lands have
Hello! are you proud of our sour soups
Yes I am proud to be called an African
Yes I am proud to be called a Nigerian
But I hope my children don’t end up like me.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ifeoma

Ifeoma my child
Before you were born
I knew you so well.
Flowing in your blood
Is a pretty smell.

The gene of the gods
Will always ring bells.
Ifeoma my child
You are the daughter
Of good offerings.

Heads no toes nor feet
Accept no to defeat
Nights will bring fear
But a pain to bear
Ifeoma my child.

© 2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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