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Trivial goals

Regardless of how
Little or trivial
A goal may seem,
Challenges are quizzing
To make you great.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Targets and guns

I heard on the radio
Different tribes dig holes
For another to ghost hoax
Politically incited toast pose

Honesty is never too late
My Nigeria will be great
When we all are rulers
Born or grown as leaders

Elected by facts not hype
Nor marked by stereotype
Or officially stained as bribe
Geographical region and tribe

My Nigeria will be great
One day, when we create
A mindset that we are one
Not dissimilar targets and guns.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Underneath the mistletoe

On a house, make a roof
If it leaks, make a proof

If you want, to be great
Work harder, towards it

Let your mind, freely drop
And great shall, make a pop

Nurture a, mistletoe
When it grows, it last long.

Same implies, finding love
If you want, fall in love

Forget the, fallen price
Let it come, as surprise

Free your mind, worry not
Under the, mistletoe.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Flesh Irony

Why are you bothered
About a dying branch?
Animals are replaced in its ranch.

Round goes its beauty
Alongside illusions and bloods
Life is staged on battlefields.

Hired and rented,
Passengers of death
No one escapes an homage to earth.

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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