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Undeserved outcome

I have laid good foundations
Refusing to get hands stained
Planning for guaranteed future
Where shuttles will be by planes.

I have covered all the bases
Avoiding unhappy end
Doting i’s and crossing t’s
Yet I never taste good end

But when I am unprepared
All my sticks fall into place
And my outcome are tripled
When compared to prepared race.

Is readiness obsolete
Or a glamorous retro
For it fetches the worst
Contrarily to my motto.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

FOMO ( Fear of missing out)

Journey of life takes me to a place
Where life is calm and peaceful
Though, sometimes grasses go dry
But once the rains comes they sprout

I dwelled underneath a friendly sky
Inhaling fresh air on healthy diets
I have a plan, to live a genuine life
Hence I stay focus on my lonely track

But the wind keeps bringing pictures
Of friends who flip to another path
Where milk and honey falls from the sky
On hands whose feet are on greener grass

Everyone I have ever known now glows
Adopting different accents and richly postures
“YOLO – You only live ones” they scream
Creating FOMO – “fear of missing out” in me

Every seconds a new picture drops
I see, life is fun and party to them
Feels I’m an eclipse, hence everyday
I wait for the earth to rotate, so I may glow

Looking around me, I see just me
And it takes me under the weather
Feeling lonely and underachieved
I just hope I am on the right track.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Facts of flying colors

Try, try, try again
You obeyed the rules
Yet you cry again

Let’s hit the nail;
Yes, you didn’t fail
Of course, you have passed,

But not with the wings
Of flying colors
Success is success

But some success are
Above success on
Low and middle tiers.

That is what differs
Good, better and best
Climbing the ladder

Each entails a push
And the sweat of rain
For grass to be green

One big advantage
Of flying colors
Is that it projects

And qualifies
An achiever
Above beck and call.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Coming of smash

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I ran out of luck, and had a shock
That the nuts are rare to the blind squirrels
The Elephant fell; I experienced hell.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I got no help, and no honor left,
Then I knew; that when you smile, the world smiles
A lot but, when you cry, alone will cry.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape
I adjusted my taste, and amended my faith
To enable me yield and let the pain lead
And breed me seeds that will cover the fields.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
It was condition that made crayfish bend
Hence, I only breath with hope and believes
Bearing it all, till the smash hits the shores.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Staying at the top

You desire to build a perfect home
Halfway through, the end never comes
Hoping to outgrow the middle life
Unknown to you, you got peace of mind.

Building ridges, you nourished the plans
But allowed impatience scatter the sands.
Craving for crazy conspicuous wealth
But I see beyond, to what would be felt

Forcing a way to be part of the creams
Building bridges to connect the dreams
In speedy way, far from the organics
Leveraging, but I see future panics.

Road to success needs bravery fight
But when moments arise you chicken out
On the first sight and upon hearing sounds
You did not make it through the first round.

Now you have failed, take a step at a time
I can assure you, it would all be fine
Getting to the top comes with blemishes
Hurtful pains, tears, hitches and glitches

Thus; your objective would be to maintain
The new found status in the hall of fame
Snatch your victory from the jaws of defeat
I know you are capable of achieving heights.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Frontiersman

Do not tell me to dream big and wide
Especially since you’re not inside my head
Dreams are urges that makes me to cum
It fills the bottomless pit and drums.

Never am I scared of mountains and hills
I chase dreams but dreams keep chasing me
I wait for my moment to shine so bright
Patience is virtue, but the trees fell flat

I will keep on dreaming, chasing a holy fame
Under my nose, wet woods that cheated got blazing flames
The conspicuous consumption life they found
” Keep the change”: has become their favorite word…

All of the beautiful wonders I have fantasized,
Could make breathe great but failed to materialize
Hello, are these my fragile feet on a right track
Should I pump the brakes, take a bow and then retract

Changing my fantasy route, to suit the hustlers
For all the world is crazy, favoring dirty gamers
Submerged in tears, I await heaven’s final judgements
but what if, I mean what if there are no end judgments?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Back to crèche

I wish, I practice magic
When situations are tragic
I would never let death win
Those who sink, will have a fin.

I take giant strides for success
Just when I am about to pop and rest
Postman lands pink slips on my hands
Am to success, a one night stand.

I wish, I practice magic
I will destroy all tragics…
Cold outside, but I am sweating
When asked; “how are you this morning”

Should I reply the obvious
“Fine”, when am a faulty box,
And even with my aging flesh
Life keeps taking me back to Crèche.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

I need a testimony

The heavy laden is great inside
Troves of treasures chose other sides
I have searched far and wide
But victory is locked and made to hide.

A wonder last but for nine days
This time around pain made the hays
I have prayed against worried mind
Should I say, Heaven is deaf and blind.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My stall out prayers

The borough pit was once a hill
Until excavators sort out for meals.

The terrain had shades, cool and calm
Till the sprouted trees fell cursing harm.

The blues sky was high and beautiful
Till it got clogged and demystified too.

The lion lost hope of using its claws
Until the birds fell and began to crawl.

Most silent killers are opportunist
Stealing shines from the worlds greatest…

Most dreams do not turn out to be real
Simply because of the emotions we feel.

My dear, it is not that I can’t stoop so low
“Serious” is not how I phantom life to flow

My prayer is to evade hits, when valleys turn to hills
Smiling while sleeping, hoping the devil’s smell wakes me.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Shredding pistils

On a mirage, I go gazing
It seems am evanescing
Into shadows of myself
Playing sad songs of faulty clef

I heard you mock my empty belly
Not all flowers bloom that early
Night and day, both can not be on
At same time, hence they take turns

Keep your polishes to yourself
I have accepted I am the shelf
Which termites have so devoured
An also-ran, am not favored

But in all gains, there is a pain
And when I fail now and again
Let’s just say, my success delays
Fruits shall come out from my decay.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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