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The underestimated workforce
The sun scorches until the lightening strikes
For daily pay, with or without demanding wives
A manual worker’s life hurts more than a knife
Breaking, mixing and lifting things of heavy fetch
Some pierce through the fibers of an hippo’s flesh
Providing an excruciating pain hitting refresh
A million broken bones; ligaments are torn
I may have no firsthand experience for sure
But I have seen them with my naked eyes endure
The peanut’s sweat and insubordination,
And not to forget, their classification…
Powerless; yet, they are pillars of great Nations.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Dear Child; work and pray
Dews can be the sweats
Dropping from the efforts
Put into a plan
Or it could be God’s plan
When the leaves are all
About to dry, and fall
There comes a tiny fog
Keeping it wet, for long….
Trees that hide in shades
Are those that gets short changed.
Dear child, look outside
For results search and find.
I know you are good
At the things that you do;
But, pray that the dews
Will always fall on you.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Tragedy of an innovative mind
Stitches widen, as the Sun intensified
Waning in stamina, waxing in greed
Tired of stagnancy reasons he switched
Defecting to wrong in the hands of law
Caught on first day of such indulgence
The colleagues he left for good called
Notifying him in jail of their breakthrough.
Don’t judge a criminal until you are driven
Or a man of valor and great potentials
Doing good things in wide ranges
Pouring out sweat on rock of ages
Expecting golds but getting nothing;
You will relate to his call for change
If you give it all but had zero reward.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Breaking sweat
Seek greatness
Break a leg
Break a sweat
For success.
Faces will fall
Nose will run
Flesh will tear
Pains to bear.
While climbing
The mountains
Victors have
Trials on rails,
Lurch moments
Rusty events
Marks and scars
Failed exams.
Seek greatness
Break a leg
Break a sweat
For success.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Flexed Muscles
I wish to put an end
To the cycle and bend
Questioning my spirit
In richness an in strength.
My motivation
And inspiration
Springs from the pit
Of a hero’s great depth.
In there, drums are loud
To the rich colors found
In the depths of my heart
That makes all kilos light.
I wish to sound it clear
That my muscles did tear
Expanding to dumbbells
And the love of heavy barbels.
I keep breaking the sweat
Flexing muscles no regrets
Hence I am but a man
With the greatest of a charm.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lapsed gift
Lapsed gift
Acquainted by the invisible,
Nothing to accede to:
Sink is my pillar of gold
In the will of emptiness
I curse him to torment,
I curse hatred on him,
Success hymn draw closer:
From side to side,
He praise my cruel lapsed gift
That was full of no breathe
But blinking light blinking,
Siren teeming, wealth library lost:
Skin sunk, no wealth to hold
A hide pillar of gold
An acceding gift to unfold
A folded graceful written note
I wrote it all with joy.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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Last designation: Leaving Home
Not just taking coffee and tea
But I shall like to get on-board and see
On or above the sea,
The equilibrium power of the spring
And feel the snow flakes
From the mute eye sky, as it leaks.
Journeying from villa to Obodo-oyibo; Smiling at my skin and changing flags
For ears heard so much of the sky.
The whites are good
Don’t get me wrong if I turn MJ
For we are all one in different hood.
Love to see from a closer range
The milky, bluesy and rainbows sky
And so it shall be when leaving home.
From that day onwards,
Lightning and thunderstorm scare me not.
Novices I’d once be. But,
The birds and gravity secrets I’ve known
All borrowed customs and traditions
Call me globalization.
From the soil I sow
My kindred shall be born with a silver spoon
Working smart and not hard
I pray they break not the silver cord from home
Please bid me bye, when I will be leaving home.
