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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.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Can’t let depression win

I can’t let depression win
Even if the fish lost gills and fins
Or same water it swims boil it
I can’t let depression win.

I can’t let depression win
Barefooted, trekking deep through dead ends
Where am compelled to bend and break
I can’t let depression win.

I can’t let depression win
Taking my life and beautiful dream
Simply because of a rough sail
I can’t let depression win.

I can’t let depression win
Even when I have lost bearings
And my compass is dead and gone
I can’t let depression win.

I can’t let depression win
I rather wait patiently for dawn
If it refuse to come, I hibernate
I can’t let depression win.

I can’t let depression win
When time is right, I shall awake
For now I sleep inside my dreams
I can’t let depression win.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Cold Comfort

After death, is a
Cold comfort.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

African Mentality

Please get the rice, get the sickle
Africans, we are all free people
Reading the same old page
Living in a white mans cage

On a tall tree, weaker and lighter
Reinventing the wheels for the later
A tree that has no solid stands
Dwindling to the whirling winds

Corruption comes as seasons come
And we forget roots where it is from
In a cage that is wide open to sight
Yet, Africans have refused to fly out.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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Black Poet’s Poetry

I write a poem
Here all the time
Influenced by you
And your features.

I write a poem
On first pronoun
That I recite
No disclaimers.

I write a poem
With good status
And your subject
Here, all the time.

I write a poem
Not to show pants
Dirty laundry
To the public

I write a poem
So we be warned
To dislodge from
Our evil ways.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Witchery Folklores

When there is an extra day
In February so to say
Disasters comes in the year
With folklores we never lear…

Most business in our world
Comes home with the spoils of war
We rejoice while thanking God
Forgetting we raised our sword.

As soon as the tide and flood
Makes our sail so rough and bad
We often point our fingers
As we cry us a River.

In the midst of our fears
We conceptualize our tears
That they are pricked by bad birds
Making profits on our heads.

And from the spoil of our breads
They flap wings and turn clean
Like vultures that they are
All the way home from afar.

Their sharp ears hear; so we lie
And refuse to knee and cry
Forward gazing from oak trees
They are busy like the bees.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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