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Home is all

Not so big and not so small
A lot have passed through these walls
With enough room to swing the cat
Family is all, it is a fact.

Though the pot may call a kettle black
Respect was all I should never lack
Till I became a constant guest
Causing so many unrests.

My home remains not fed up
Of all troubles and flip-flops
Now I know why dead bodies
In graveyards, have no enemies.

Heat I give, hell can not bear
Yet, it welcomes me dearly,
Within block of steady tears
Refilling glass used to cheer.

Just like the leg I stand on
Evidence can not be burnt
I am an ugly monkey
But my home tightly hugs me.

Each time the world rejects me
Its roof accommodates me
When I drag its name in muds
It grows mad yet breaks no bond.

I broke windows on my way
Getting my words in edgeways
I abuse where I belong
At the top of my own lungs.

I pulled out accessories
With all flaws and excesses
Even as a black sheep blind,
Home is all I ever found.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A reason to die

I don’t need to pull triggers
Even when I am a wild tiger
I don’t need to stretch out claws
To prove it’s sharp on the floor

I don’t need no gunpowders
All I need is a homemaker
Just the type that withstand breeze
And advocate for love and peace.

All hairs can not be long and dark
Hence before I make a remark
I love to see and analyze
And not just jump to criticize

I had taken a million punch,
Only to give out flower bunch
I do things as a diplomat,
But for blood till death, I fight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blood love

The bond in blood are no close shave
The truth is all I ever crave
And when it does land me to grave
I will be way proud ghosting so brave.

When it comes to family too
I can be caught between two stools
Not from knowledge I was schooled
But following my heart all way through.

There is a bridge I will not cross
If it makes blood to rot and rust
I will not attempt busting gut
Family bonding is all I trust.

If there are treasures to be found
Family is the whole nine yard
With a beautiful magic wand…
Abracadabra… it makes me glad.

Togetherness is bish bash bosh
And at some point there may be ish
But I still wouldn’t move an inch
Family is that, I only preach.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The lookalikes

From the rocks of all ages,
I can not distinguish
Parent birds and offsprings
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of

But how do lovers choose
A lookalike for rings,
When taking the glove off
Further bending the truth
That; “one plus one is one”

Many differ from Adam
But after knotting ties
They get two gifts in lieu
One from kids of the womb
Second comes up in grey.

I have seen a balance
From produce of unions,
Between mother and child,
Yet at the other edge
You see features of dad.

If you are Mr. Thomas
Take a walk down the park
Watch families merry
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Celebrate my love

Jesus is to Christmas day
What you are to today!
Why wouldn’t I celebrate?

I will like to let you know
That you worth more than gold
Why wouldn’t I celebrate?

Your beauty is both in and out
Our family is blessed to have you
Why wouldn’t I celebrate?

You are my natural Highness,
And my sweet comforter
Why wouldn’t I celebrate?

Even this birthday smiles,
Because you are amazing
Why wouldn’t I celebrate?

Cheers to my lovely wife,
Today kick starts a greater height
Happy Birthday to you my love!

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Family

Where do I run to
All over the town
When the chips are down.

Where do I run to
After counting chicks
Before the eggs hatched.

Where do I run to
When my heart tear scales
And rips off my chest.

Where do I run to
Away from the frights
And all pains begot.

Where do I run to
To silent thunder
And end this trauma…

Where do I run to
When expectations
Have all been cut short

Where do I run to
Down a deadly road
Where all doors are closed.

Where do I run to
If not family
Singing; home sweet home.

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

Tight Corners

Once you get married
Family expands
A son and daughter
Parents acquire;
Please do not take
Me off my rocker

I have heard them say;
Blood is thicker than
Water, but between
Your parents and spouses
Who is the thick blood
And who is water?

It may be easy
To draw conclusion
Not until, you are
Caught between two stools;
Two favorites that
Costs an arm and a leg

Me, I love them both
So do not blame me
When you see me freeze
In situations
When I have to pick
Between love and blood.

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

Secrets to reaching grey

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
These days trousers cut across genders
Struggling to fulfill agendas

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
This arm is not the anatomy
Neither the spans and weaponry

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
In strength and support rendered
By love, family and friends

They are the might in an entity
Fused as power of longevity
My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm.

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

Sonnet: The homily of family

Friends have turn necks
As storm comes to wreck.

If not you, then who,
Do I reach out to,

In times, I am low,
That will still follow.

I really love you
Oh yes, it is true

This is gratitude
Not a platitude.

Every word said
Can be repeated

As a homily
We are family.

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

Native Fly: Palmwine Play

Palm Wine

Palm Wine

    Palm wine Play
  1. It was some time ago no pea-cocking or ego
  2. Innocent and untouched like virgin forest
  3. Then grasses covered bottles attuned for palm wine
  4. Flies also sipped, it was creamy and white as milk
  5. From daddy’s cup the little kids drank
  6. Inspiring, their play was full of fun
  7. Pretending to be drunk; if not already
  8. Staggering, damping the eyes
  9. Rolling out the eyeballs,
  10. Stooping and soliloquizing
  11. Playing with sands, throwing pillows and falling
  12. Along the long narrow corridor
  13. Running for more, to daddy’s refilling cup
  14. To drink the universe large and play all night long.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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