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Back to crèche

I wish, I practice magic
When situations are tragic
I would never let death win
Those who sink, will have a fin.

I take giant strides for success
Just when I am about to pop and rest
Postman lands pink slips on my hands
Am to success, a one night stand.

I wish, I practice magic
I will destroy all tragics…
Cold outside, but I am sweating
When asked; “how are you this morning”

Should I reply the obvious
“Fine”, when am a faulty box,
And even with my aging flesh
Life keeps taking me back to Crèche.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

I need a testimony

The heavy laden is great inside
Troves of treasures chose other sides
I have searched far and wide
But victory is locked and made to hide.

A wonder last but for nine days
This time around pain made the hays
I have prayed against worried mind
Should I say, Heaven is deaf and blind.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Today is the seed

Better a small egg today
Than a fat hen tomorrow

Come see the rotten seed
Once bone dried and decayed

With no snow chance in hell
Now better and sprouting.

Come see the rotten seed
No one ever wished well

With problems aid, hope aided;
Now the best look of things

Better a mouse in the pot
Than no fried chicken at all.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mensch

If you were born
With a silver spoon

And never sweated
For golds and burgers

Remember those born
Under the poon

Nothing is wasted
Be a helper.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Wastefulness

Love is in the air
Rotating like a fan
But an orphan
Wishes he could tell
Stories that you share.

Excess foods you trash
Inside bins and sinks;
In comfort you blink
And think, all eggs harsh
Forgetting the underdogs.

Ten digits are the fingers
Unequal, yours are golds
Condemning clothes,
And shoes, while the mingers
Are in torn rags, looking old.

Your environments is wow
Theirs is something else
That only fetches them tears
Until to death they bow;
….Do the needful; don’t be wasteful.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ride on a piggyback

Irrespective of your hair,
Whether white or black
If you are living with low
Or no form of lack,
Remember people out there
With no spanner and jack
Hoping to break up
With the piggy bank
Please stretch your hands
And don’t discard the sack
For it could be a ticket
For some to erase poverty mark
With a great support
For a ride on a piggyback.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Helping hands

Matters rise and matters fall
In the deep blue Ocean
Nature is a rotating ball…

One drop of added water
Helps fight evaporation
In a drying river.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A plea for help

Somebody please help me
I’m the mechanical engines
Rotating on nervy wheels
For any Henry and Percy
To ride me straight to hell.

Somebody please help me
I taste like the hard ciders
In gallons of skunk liquors
I am a poisonous perry
Whose portion rings a bell.

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