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Spoonful
Just like the cream,
In coffee and teas,
Rises to the top,
In the glass cup…
It is conspicuous
I got a rather die
Hovering around
And over my head.
Do not get it twisted
Behind the dark clouds
The sky is always blue
When they come through…
Like a mother hen
And a mountain gorilla
Underneath the sky
Rivers never runs dry,
Whether bedazzled or not,
It is never by chance
They prepared the ground,
Grounds on which I stand.
At times I wonder,
Why I am so blessed…
I will never bend a lip
For if I were to worship
Any mortal being,
My amazing parents
Would be whom I
Would always lift high…
Don’t get it twisted
I believe in God
And I am grateful
For a heaped spoonful.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Cradle cuddle
You make me look stupid
Losing my composure
I am privileged having
You, that I am sure…
Your magnanimity
Can not be measured
It makes the stars to
Lose their cynosure.
Hotter than the Sun
It is my pleasure
Holding a beautiful soul
Covered from exposure
By a spotless nascent skin
Fresh and soft in texture;
Nothing beats the feeling
Cuddling my own treasure.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Anticipating her first word
Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire
Practice till she perfects
I may not, comprehend
But I will put my all,
No joy without annoy.
Whether it is; ma ma
Or even the; da da
For whichever comes first
Would create no fist fight
But bring the joy of spring
And happiness of flea
Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Veracious
The love mum pours on her
Makes me think, she goes far…
From her mum, she begins
Hazel my daughter wins
Slashing all that we shared
Including loving care…
Though it is between us
Since she came, I feel lost
But frankly speaking she
Lit up my soul within..
I get green with envy
Yet she is my baby
You need to see the force
She applies when she sucks…
Time flies, and it is true
Guess it ends as she chews
But until then she sucks
Voraciously like ducks
I love that between us
Not that I am jealous.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Two weeks
Whenever Hazel smiles
I rejoice, she is mine
Butterflies in my stomach
For, today; two weeks she marks
Being my precious child
And I just can not hide
The love of fatherhood
Join me light the camp wood…
Let’s blow and hang balloons
With her favorite cartoon..
As I celebrate her
Do not hiss or say ah…
Can’t wait to read aloud
Children stories that I have
All places we shall go to
Soon as she masters toes.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Baby Hazel
I can not forget in a hurry
Twenty fourth day of January
A day host of Angels came down
From heaven as millions of stars
Witnessed the birth of a great star
It was late hour, nine thirty eight
Baby Hazel had her first breath…
Just a week before she was born
I saw my Princess it was fun
In my sleep, just beside her mom
She revealed the wonders to come
While her skin glittered like a gold
Her pupils were not just love shaped
They were hazy, her names it showed
We were once two, now we are three
The reflection grows like a tree
She chose us, we didn’t choose her
Hence we are honored to have her
As a branch on the family tree
There is nothing more exciting
Than watching her grow everyday.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Father and daughter dance
Hey! dear daughter
You changed my life
The day you came.
I kissed you first
Even in womb
Sad, you can’t
Remember that.
Butterfly kiss
Had left the mark;
“I love you first”
Before you spoke
I watched you crawl,
Staggering while
You walked and ran.
Oh…! how time flies
Watching you grow
Into today
Along the aisle
For another man
Guess another son;
Daughter’s father..
So beautiful
Every girl wish
For such a bliss
Another man
Come grabbing you;
You have grown up
So fast, my child
Underneath my nose
Let’s dance dear
For, I saw you
Little, my girl
Do not blame me…
You will do, the-
-Same to your kids.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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My fathers wife
My body on her; I grabbed
She must have made me smiled
And poured buckets of kisses
Onto my soft, small baby lips
How was your first kiss in life?
Right now I wish I could
Take back the arms of time
And lay on my mothers arm
As bambino in farm and room
Smiling at my fathers wife.
Chuckling and giggling with meek
Kicking empty air with my legs
Looking deeply into her eyes
Falling asleep beside her milk
Enjoying the new breath of life…
While releasing poop and pee
On my fat baby padded pants
Less worried about heartbreaks
While I enjoy the sweet warmth
In the cockles of my fathers wife.
©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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My Parents love
By: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachuku
Title: My Parent Love
Dedicated to : Mr. and Mrs. Larry Onyeche
The love of my parents never elide
They brought me to life, that aside,
In the nide, my needs they provide,
Day and night, they are my aide.
Besides sharing their nucleotide
They planted me by the waterside
To grow taller than all of my kind
Relentlessly, they gave me a yuletide.
They always guide me when I ride,
So I never snide, glide and slide.
Their rules, I often don’t abide
Yet they always stick by my side.
When ruby little me was red outside,
They solve my worries as their pride
They go as far hell, inhaling oxide
Just to give me cream and juice inside.
They are attached to me like an imide,
Holding me tight, they never let me vide.
They protect me, sailing in trouble tide
They are my boldness, they never hide.
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