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He deserved to die

Nothing hurts like being tarred
With the same bush and evil cards
So just when the sun began to melt
And it seemed there was nothing left

Knowing you would never be back
As shadows spread out in the dark
I stretched out a gun and pulled the trigger
With no atom of regret nor did I shiver.

Sad? Tell me how could I fold my hands
While you fade out before my eyes
Into the crazy thin air on a journey
Of trusting, falling and cuddling…

Especially when it was made from flatters,
With the truth labelled monsters;
And a large cake which is not worth
Your precious burning candles and sweats.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

I need this cry

My shadow grows short,
While I face the sun,
Enthusiasm,
I lost to my past
Now exist in clouds
Gathering the rains…

Million tears to pour
I was once alive
So active and fun
But not anymore
Ever since I lost
Other part of me

I now float on seas,
Made of tears I cried,
And all parts of me,
Now follows the wind
I truly need help
Do not waste your time

My sorrowful mood
Is so infectious
So just let me be
A thick dark black smoke
Soaring to the clouds
And falling as rains.

©2020 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dried River

Like tides to the winds, like string to the beads
Selflessness and I, are like birds and sky

I am a river, natural giver
I feel fulfilled watering a field…

Grasses I rescue do always pull through
But my own story is always scary

Either by deceit or lack of merit
Gravity seems to, on me have a toll

Yet, relentlessly I pour all of me
To the core values of both old and new,

When they come for more, and I always pour,
While giving my all, I do bruise my walls

Upon exposure, I keep composure
But deep inside me I cry while I bleed

For with my last blood all I can afford
Is my dignity and integrity

Aquatics blame me, a great thirst kills me
No one thus know this, I give yet they hiss

True, all is not well, but who do I tell
That the great river, dearly needs water.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Corona: Sonnet for help

It seems that soon there will be no use of laws
For the streets are gradually growing claws

Not just the walking dead but human flaws
So we stay lockdown waiting for the rain to pour.

Many homes have leaking roofs and broken doors
Well, let’s not go to the sad welfare of the poor…

We will never forget in a hurry, a red world
And the year the air we breath become a rod

Striking not only those who went on tour
But unleashing the wrath of hell on every and all

Legends might call it, ‘humanity downfall”
Millions of people die in this invisible brutal war

And every day, we stare at the Heavens asking God
To forgive us; and to just, heal the world.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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