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Baboon’s wishful thinking

Innovators develop creature’s comfort
Yet no mortal can physically go out of itself
Like bare bodies stripping off its clothes
In deed, ghosted eyes would never have closed.

I wish the Creator was kind on my kind
So we can jump off into any flesh we find
We are monkeys, and not spirits being
Don’t blame us for dying over such a thing.

The Creator’s support carries weight
But I guess He had ran through all the stakes
Knowing that I am so beautiful
Just the way I am…. not beautiful.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

Desires of man

A man’s mind is polygamous
And in this very context, gender
Isn’t emphatic, a man is you.

You hangout with multiple desires,
Irrespective of the class they are
You always have a reason to dream…

She gives you tomorrow as today
Everyday, yet you crave for more
You rigmarole from pillar to post.

Yes, mans wants are insatiable,
And if you do not know when to stop;
Your quest shall fetch nothing but regrets.

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

Magnitude of your fantasy

You imagine way-off the margins
But your sleep holds your fantasies.
I have pity for your sweet sleep
For it tolerates all your chips.

Thus, my heart melts, I cry in shame
For all the thoughts in your big brain.
I have pity for your sweet sleep
For it tolerates all you ship.

In existence, all things will care
But your cheers sit on fairy chairs…
I have pity for your sweet sleep
For it tolerates all your chips.

Craving a ghost, of your own frame
You crush on all the hall of fames
I have pity for your sweet sleep
For it tolerates all you ship.

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

Cosmic Dust

Big dreams are power,
With such a great wealth
That surrounds the heart,
With a cosmic dust.

Seen as out of space,
Though without regret
For allergies fade,
Beside such a faith…

People may tag it;
“A mental disorder”
Many describe it
As delusion of grandeur”.

Note; brain cells are like
The nuts and the screws
Functioning in trends
To the tune of dreams…

Walk bold in tunnels,
Yield not to panic
“No light at the end…
Megalomaniac..”

Pay deaf ear to such
But keep moving on
Until the unit dust
Condenses to planet…

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Old dream

The globe gets
Smaller as
Time thus flies…

The mountains
That were high
Shrinks in eyes

The River
Still remains
Deep as ever

Avant garde
Are worsen
Day by day…

Lovers of
The old meals
The old clothes

The old songs
Tradition
We embrace

As we age,
On life’s stage…
Our eyes close

Our dream shows,
Sweet memoir,
Of our past

With honor
One color,
Black and white

Agility
Gradually
Starts to drop.

But fulfilled
Low or hills
The old dream

All the faces
We have seen
Starts to pop.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A flash of tomorrow

Images in bits
On my bedsheets
Does come as a shift
A shift shuffling
The boxes of gift
Labelled vision
Given to me by God.

And by His words
Under His wings
What will be will be
But it will first
Flash as a light
Of permission
In scary dreams.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

When we meet

In my dreams, so as it seems
Is a light, that always dims
In the air, the bird that swings
Has unicorns, inside the bins.

They sing songs, with toad that snores
In its lyrics, trim the trees
As the leaf, forgets its stalks
Over time, roots disappear.

Please my dear, in wild dreams
Kindly wait for me in chair
Until I wake, from these dreams
When we meet, love me dear.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Soul planes

Born in a pathway of dreams
When I sleep, I travel in time
Flying through smooth and rough

Smaller the smoother and slower I fly
Faster it seems I could fall off or crash
Especially as the rough wind grows big

But I have seen all dimensions it has
I now get composed inside my prime
Knowing that if the surface is tough

All I need is a good mindset not cry,
Then the smooth surface will hatch
And if for some reasons it doesn’t ring,

I just have to quickly set myself free
Then cool and calmly let my plane be
To wake up from the scary dream.

Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

(C) 2017

Vinx Onyeche

I adore what is and isn’t of nature
I praise crazy thoughts and inventories,
The sciences, arts and technologies
The beautiful things created now shall be gone
Though to return for nothing is new under the Sun
Yes I know but only with my shades on.
For I always have this nurtured feelings:

“On Earth, the best discoveries
Are yet to come,
It hides in every Child unborn,
Lost in the wet bathrooms,
Right in front of the reflecting mirrors
It wonders in the dreams of men,
Forgotten at the sight of a new dawn.

It’s sang as songs not recorded or heard
Black and white, written on papers
Then turn and often burnt to ashes
Because the World sees it as scraps”
I adore terrific manifestation of nature
Yet I am scared of the ugly vulture
When it peaks off the realization of dreams.

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