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Wonderful Vincent

Around me, there is this solace like a twilight
With intensity like the tropical Sunlight

When I am down, I believe a break of dawn
Would spring forth through the paths my faith has drawn

I believe tomorrow is as beautiful as the stars
Whether the unsaved tears never dries from my eyes

Challenges are mischievous like Satan’s storm fart
But it carves me, into a wonderful piece of art.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

To the faithful fans

There are more to fans
That are more loyal than dogs
Yet royal like Kings…

Each time I fail, they
Always find a way to stay
With flimsy excuse.

It is their support
That makes me lift a trophy
Every season…

Even with the odds
Against me, they stand by my
Weak withered flowers..

Like Cherry blossom
To the Japanese
They make me happy…

When bones are broken
And hopes are lost, they give me
Quick recovery

When confidence ceases
It is their songs and cheers that
Keeps me going on…

It isn’t the soil
Where my roots have a home
That gives victory

But the fan’s stomachs
Inside which I am a wolf
Hungry for success.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hope, love and faith

My mountain labor brought forth a mouse,
When I climb I land in a doghouse

I seemingly fell to the devil’s bait
Tears and sorrows, were all I could create…

Outside the window, the rainbow stood out
Reminding me, my life was hell in a handcart

Upon each dawn, I was so declining
Not one cloud over me had a silver lining

It was as if I ran on sharp blades and knives
Chasing free cheese in the mouse trap of life

Head down, back against the wall, at the corner
I had almost let my ghost take over

Then I summoned courage to water a seed
And that was enough to bring me good deed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Water the seed

It seems heaven finds no illicit
In these eras of many deciets.

If the preacher’s acts make you to pout
Know that you are not completely out.

Never you throw away the bible
Just because an angel has fumbled.

Keep watering that your muster seed
Heaven would reward all your good deeds.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: The hopers

Going through the minds of folks
Most especially those
That stayed behind, to farm the land

Even as it all seems barren
And looks like pie in the sky
They keep looking out in space

Reality strides; a low pace
But what they have in common
Is a faith in tomorrow.

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

Keeping faith

I am a glass plate
Fragile, but not in faith
Falling from the cliff
Million meters high
Far above the ground.

Aside definition
All that hits are broken;
As light as feathers are
Weightless moth and paper
None ever makes it through.

Rain droplets scatter too
So be that as it may,
I have no other way
Of coming out alive
From gravitation pull.

So here I am falling
Reflecting sun like moon
Strangely, am not worried
Even as I see the rocks
Where am likely to land.

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

Hubs of faith

Always see faiths
As wine that smells
As bill brand notes.

Without evidence
We see right things
While in distrusts.

Faith is upthrust
Flying sea depth
From something felt.

Hesitate not
Hub at a point
Here it long last.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


There is a goal and a vision
You should die for.

No simile nor metaphor
But religious.

It is a tool for a mission
To heal a sore.

Understanding a religion,
Need little seeds.

But to believe and trust on
Needs stronger minds.

For the heavenly souls to tour;
And aim at us.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Testimony

I dug a hole
For a clay
To build my home…

My eyes rolled
Till it closed
Then I nod
As I snored

And I fell
Onto the floor
But as I fell
Hell I saw

As my belt
Turned to snake
And I felt
Blank and grey.

From my head
Fell a crown
My tongue bled
Turn to brown

All my parts
Became heavy
To its limits

In a bit;
I was a bunch
Of glamour beads
Ripped in pieces.

Beads scatterth
Yet increaseth
Each bounced
Several rounds

Bringing forth
Another bead;
An hybrid bread
And a stronger me.

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Poem by ©Onyeche Vincent Onyechukwu
©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

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