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Don’t close those eyes
Soon you will be off an infant cloth
And may encounter storms, dust and rust
Some achievements may seem a mirage
Unachievable until success emerge
Some days stale may be crystal clear
And the heart would harbor a million fear
Dear, just like the cows are sometimes farrow
Tomorrow comes with its own sorrows
And joy, though showing forth its negative signs
Cry whenever the sun refuse to shine
But never you loss hope in things you do
The adage, “Light at the end of the tunnel” is true
Darkest hour is always before the dawn
It springs eternal and hits a home run
The suspense it showers deep into life
Doesn’t mean you should forever shut those eyes.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hope, love and faith
My mountain labor brought forth a mouse,
When I climb I land in a doghouse
I seemingly fell to the devil’s bait
Tears and sorrows, were all I could create…
Outside the window, the rainbow stood out
Reminding me, my life was hell in a handcart
Upon each dawn, I was so declining
Not one cloud over me had a silver lining
It was as if I ran on sharp blades and knives
Chasing free cheese in the mouse trap of life
Head down, back against the wall, at the corner
I had almost let my ghost take over
Then I summoned courage to water a seed
And that was enough to bring me good deed.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Rare African Ray
Africa has seen
Horrifying moments
Destroy her fragile hearts
We still do…
And we still believe
That a dawn will bring forth
A ray to extinguish
This darkness.
Africans have been
Hoping for the longest
Dared, but it is the least
We can do…
And we still believe
That a ray can direct
All our paths and lead us
To greatness.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Dawning of hope
Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Every lion was once upon a time a cub
I know you’ve been through hell
But you have to keep your fingers crossed
Do not make your enemies to rejoice
The soil may dry while the sun scorches
But, you have to keep fighting, even as
The leaves are drying and falling
Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Soon the heavy clouds will start to cry,
The stars are always above, though
It is visible only at night
Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Even the moon is sometimes dull,
One after a time, wait for your shine
Don’t you feel bad, down and blue
Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Remember tomorrow is in labor room
And the breaking of a new dawn
Must have been created, for hope
Do not make your enemies to rejoice
You might fall, but you can stand
So pick yourself back up, push on
Soon it shall be another history.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The strength of hope
Surrounded by the energies of negativity,
Emerging with a great charge of positivity
Even in a stinky dung or in a deep coma
The smell of hope has a pleasant aroma
At first, you sniff more than you should
Until you surrender your mighty taste buds
Even with logically evidence flying around
A lot of people will make discouraging sounds
But hope will stick with a great satisfaction
Giving the mind an awesome gratification,
Even the far fetched triumph is motivating
Creating that crazy sense of well-being.
Obviously, hope is that not everyone fancy
Many at times it is seen as complacency…
Even when it fixes a million wears and tears
Just because it is empty, they look elsewhere
No matter what may be on the other table
Hope makes man’s wants and needs; satiable
Even when doubts critic contentment
Hope seals all until success cement it.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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My last cure
Dam by my morals
Scared of historic rials
My last cure is called hope
It kept me from suicide notes
I had sprouted huge detest
Fighting life with my breathe
And anything I could throw
So wedges could, let me roll…
You may ask, why am hurt
And why I can’t let it rot
Truth is, hopes have no bends
Am never bored on its bed.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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The Hopefuls
Challenges outweighed us
We looked so jobless
Chasing the whirl breeze
Flogged like dead horses,
Our favorite knife
Back stabbed us as life;
Pains became our crew
On us, mucus grew.
Dreams began to lie
But hope did not die
Housed, it paid no rent
It lived in our breath,
It was crystal clear
In our smiles and tears
Pushing us higher
Larger and better.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Can’t let depression win
I can’t let depression win
Even if the fish lost gills and fins
Or same water it swims boil it
I can’t let depression win.
I can’t let depression win
Barefooted, trekking deep through dead ends
Where am compelled to bend and break
I can’t let depression win.
I can’t let depression win
Taking my life and beautiful dream
Simply because of a rough sail
I can’t let depression win.
I can’t let depression win
Even when I have lost bearings
And my compass is dead and gone
I can’t let depression win.
I can’t let depression win
I rather wait patiently for dawn
If it refuse to come, I hibernate
I can’t let depression win.
I can’t let depression win
When time is right, I shall awake
For now I sleep inside my dreams
I can’t let depression win.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Haiku: Broken Star
Broke but worry not
I am gonna be alright
One day; shining bright.
