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The coal tars

Do not scream or ring the bell
When the wheels are hot as hell
Still be calm, sweet and nice
I cope well with every size

On the ground, two walls I tie
From the pit, you call a lie
Whence its fire you get a tar
I the dark I shine like stars…

Undulated road I reconstruct
No more catarrh, no more dust
A long journey is no more far
I am here to aid your car.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mother of greatness

Been unable to pay bills
Down but now on the hills
Part and parcel of an humble race
Greatness from grass to grace

People now wonder like Alex
Bedazzled to see your Apex,
Where nothing came effortlessly
Please crush enemies totally!!

On land, on air, even seas
Yes, I know they’ve to see
What will become of you
If indeed you’ll last long too

Every has its time and season
An end is always your beginning
Medals are plenty not a few
Certainly you’ve paid your dues

I call you mother of greatness
Your success came from sweat buttress
You will always be at the top
Not feet, nonstop and never drop.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Eagle: King of Avians

Sky is blue, mulling over
Near from a distance
Amazing and full of wonders
On Earth and existence,

I stare mutely without blinks
At the king of Avian kingdom,
Heavy head and a strong beak,
Feathers flapping for freedom

In the air it pause and floats
With a gesture, embrace me
Valor and strength on a vault
Flying higher than tall hills.

Far and wide, with great eyesight
Boldness and strength of its bone
God created what men reinvent
Is the song of an Eagle’s tone.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The easy way

Book on table, book on the shelf
I often mumble, I ask myself,
What do I believe; strength or boldness
My achievements are they greatness

If to be peak by sweat and tears
I was to pick greatness to wear
Between struggle and chance of luck,
Of same buckle; what will I pick?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Time: Unsmiling Clock

The clock has its diabolic
From records prehistoric,
Tick tick takes no none sense
Really; time is of the essence.


Looking further from far, near
And completion of another year,
Celebration in air, all day and night
Clock never smiles, it must be a sadist.

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Brink of resemblance

No debate, no contestant;
Have you ever noticed that
Parents battles for who won
On the look of a new born?

They expect flavour and shades
In brinks and edges on the face
Then get a blended oneness
So; appreciate God’s greatness.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Cycle of breathe

Life; a house the living rent
On the brink of resemblance
Running after ones parents
Duplicating the same genes

They then feel pain in the brain
They say death is indeed vain
And that breathing is beautiful
A wonderful thing, void and full.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Flexed Muscles

I wish to put an end
To the cycle and bend
Questioning my spirit
In richness an in strength.

My motivation
And inspiration
Springs from the pit
Of a hero’s great depth.

In there, drums are loud
To the rich colors found
In the depths of my heart
That makes all kilos light.

I wish to sound it clear
That my muscles did tear
Expanding to dumbbells
And the love of heavy barbels.

I keep breaking the sweat
Flexing muscles no regrets
Hence I am but a man
With the greatest of a charm.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Eavesdrops of Amor

River above wash me
After the dove set free
Amor that eaves on me
Showers of love so real.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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