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Ode of earth

Can I crave your indulgence
To take you all, back in time
When the world was large and just
A virgin newly formed from dust…

Ancients we may name her now,
Then, She was freshest of nouns
For everything about her body
Had the taste of milk and honey.

Treasures and laws; irregular orders
Hence, for fleshy greed of genders
She became as loosed as a mush.
Didn’t the Creator stand and watch,

While emperors ripped and tore her pants
Grabbing all her succulent body parts
Ramming and raping her brutally….
Well; She spread and moan in jubilee.

All the ill they did her, She did not charge
They even stole her lands, wide and large
Building up the wealthy family roots
While the pure and just, fell and rot.

The ancient days, that once were
Filed its knives for striping her wears
And when they did, she echoed their tales
Singing; great warriors, who never fell.

Innocent necks these great warriors slit
She called weaklings, cowards, and unfit.
To all their tears that came in as flood
She open her mouth and swallowed the blood.

From colored dye, time removed the chrome
Like menstrual cycles; her off has come
The echoes of her voice now resounds
No more violence please, no more bloods

Seems she has seen all parts of the movies
She now distinguishes friends and enemies
Coming to her full senses about existence
She speaks against excuses and false pretense

For these current days, the terrorist
Have same fanatical mayhem mentality
That emperor of ancient rocks had swung
But She says, I’m time, I always change.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Narcissism

I began to see frost in flames
From frames and portraits of fame..
And the earth began to quake
Opening mouth to have a cake..

Voices scream; oh what an end… !
From the sky feathers shred
Heavens seems to open mouth
All I laboured for then fell out.

Collapsing with the dreams I had,
Then I realized I was bad
Living comfortable in vanity
And narcissm of reality..

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A Savior that never came


I was sent down
To save the world
From Herself
And breath on shelf…


From a distance
I stare at the
Scintillating wonders
Of Her elegance,


From the fresh air
Escaping through
The narrow gateways
Of an open leg


I perceived
The sweet cologne
Of Her fragrance,
Without emergence…


The white and blue
Were all panicking
“Don’t loose him
Don’t loose the mother”…


But … In my zone
I hummed after
The whistling palm
And echoes from the sky…


I hear voices calling His name
Strangely by different ways
From the sermon and mindsets
Thinking brains adopted


I could feel the vibration
Of Mother Earth
Resisting the ocean
From engulfing Her…


Through the closed eyes
I saw but I never came
Nor conquered the dark
By bringing delight


With a cry of a baby
On the mouth to suck
The nipples of milk
On the chest of a female


It is not that I love
To let the milk get sour
But I just can’t soar
With an immortal body


I could have been infected
By the magnanimous pleasure
And irresistible temptations
Mother Earth was wired by


I could not stand the chance,
Living on a borrowed time
Acquiring immerse wealth
Fighting for Her with nothing left…


Do not ask me what I mean
If you do not know
Where I have been;
Living timeless without pain…


So from a distance
I chose stillbirth
So I could bring down rains
When She is weak and dry


And when Her child depart
I join her cry bringing thunder
Expecting another episode
Of exit and entrance to life.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Defective actions

There can be ice
In eye of heat
And as it sweats
It then defrosts

The Earth slits life
At her own wish
Same life she teach
And preach to reach

There are times that
We have to leave
There are times that
We have to breath

And appreciate
All that we have,
The good and bad
The head has tail

Enemy’s rival
We were all made
So defective
On arrival.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Cyclone irma

Most organisms have arms
Arm to heal, feed and farm
None should pose earth harm
Or to harvest life from barn.

But disasters come with no chill
Over warm bodies willing to kill
Cyclones are arms of deadly pills
Spinning anticlockwise causing pains

Over Houston it made us so sad
Cyclone into the Rico’s will be bad
Irma on Caribbean, who plays the card?
Earth of no cyclone will make us glad.

Hurricane

Cyclone American’s devastating label
Two thousand and three was Isabel
Now Vince and Lee; released from hell.

Woke up this morning to the Max bands
Radio screaming, Rico’s leave your yards
An eye comes with walls and rainbands,

Rotating faster like the Earth can’t spin
Spiral thunderstorms with strong winds
Pouring as forces of Poseidon’s tears.

©2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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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Utilizing Earth

Earth is fun not just in metaphor
So live to the fullest in its ulterior
Dare not listen to the spreading rumor
Be good and take no one as a minor
Steal not but earn from where you labor.

Earth has its magic in every culture
Be an operator but break no sculpture
The bible should be your armor
Love is same even when called armour
Kill not a fellow man to be an emperor

Earth has its liquor, drink to stupor
From birth you were a great warrior
Life is undefinable so don’t mess the parlor
Handle situations like you were a doctor
For from birth you are a great warrior.

Expression Eruption: Appreciating

I will always leave to appreciate
Everything He is and every He creates
An admirer I am so I must selflessly admit
God has all that you may ever call traits
For the entity of life is not by fate
Not erroneously made so put on some faith.

Intriguing solids, liquids and gas
I will always leave to appreciate
The ideas he complexed to form the space
Up above so high like diamonds in the sky
Out of which the fairytale is made
For the young to enjoy while they age.

The Creators creation may also create
Like democracy freedom He gives
The world is a boutique of flowers
What I see around is so magical
I will always leave to appreciate
All he created even after a short in breath.

Unrest Soul: Rebirth

Existence is an impossible phenomenon
So if you exist, nothing is impossible.

I often peep through my window
Before I sleep and the roofs I see
Gets replaced and changed each time I wake.

Starring at the streets, I see
A wonderful world on mans drawing board
Sufficient unto the day, my eyes can’t say
For man has spectacularly made hay
That mother nature should be proud to say
Her dusty earth may wish to pay.

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