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Plight of an idol

Please forget me in a hurry
Erase my all from your memory
Am not a saint but a sinner
Am far from the best but a learner.

I hit the nails, I bail and spill
Wondering why you idolize me
Seeing stars, doves, grey hairs and all
You hang my pictures high on your wall

Adoring me amongst the few,
But sorry to break it down to you
I am of dust and a mere fool
Who is lost and finding his way too.

Please forget me in a hurry
Erase my all from your memory
Am not a saint but a sinner
Far from best, like you, am a learner.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

I am losing hope

I hate it so bad
When I hear I am
A talent, I swear

Blow off candlelights
I am losing hope
On the bleak my dear.

How can I move on
When the flames and heat
Disintegrate wax.

Giving me back pats
For innovations
I took to the max.

I am losing hope
On the clean and pure
Means of noble name.

Everything has changed
ill psychology
Brainwashes the sane…

I am losing faith
On myself and all
I stand for and bore…

Yes, variety
Is a spice of life…
It seems; not anymore.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Locked hearts

Why is it that when the dudes
Pulls over at the streets
And then excuse you miss
You pull up attitudes;
Either you snub or hiss
Or grade them head to toes.

Just because they say hi,
It doesn’t mean, they are
Stunned by your attraction
They may be lost, not lust
In need of direction
Not name or your number.

Just because I say hi
It doesn’t mean, I need
Your hellos or replies.
My heart is stereotyped
Just one key to my lock
Not by you, or for you.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lament of the land

All life long, I search for the principles
Behind massacring and taking life
I search none stop for the rationale
Behind the devastating laws
Economist call; “the laws of demand”.

Those in command demands accolade
Folks skin dry elephants at one end
While fighting for conservation
And bio-diversity preservation
Exclusively and intensively at the other end.

Some store milks for their ancestral lineage
Reaping off funds from a fellow brother
And sharing pints back as community service;
Whereas the purpose of life ought to be prime
Not creating wealth by multiplying poverty, evil and crime..

Laws of land replaced by the laws of demand
Brothers controlling water are hiking price
Sisters in charge of fire does the same
The government tarrif for air is huge
Everyone in charge of sand, double price…

Slavery may be old but never dead
The world was created to roam in freedom
But even in this time, people leave in chains
It may not be the metals you expect
But an unbearable and frustrating life you see..

The economy in Nigeria is worsening
But the fact is, it isn’t Nigeria but Nigerians;
…For the problem of a country is created
Not by a country but its citizens,
Screaming make the world a better place.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A bridge too far


It is a bridge too far
When grace finds thou and
Uplifts thy to run life race,
On a platter of gold
And thou keeps playing
Ducks and drakes with food
Whereas people are dying;
It is a bridge too far.


It is a bridge too far
Faking marriage proposal
Just to hit and run.
It is a bridge too far
Deriving sweet pleasure
From a crocodile’s tears
While capitalizing
On the gullible.


It is a bridge too far
If thou hath down
And feeling like
Hope for tomorrow
Is but a voicemail
And the only option
Chose is to commit suicide;
It is a bridge too far.


It is a bridge too far
When thou go miles
Just to murder smiles.
It is a bridge too far
Replacing felicity
With sadness while
Breaking bones with
Sticks and stones.


It is a bridge too far
Forgetting that life is
A hair’s breadth wide
Leaving like a god
And belittling all.
“For the sake of humanity,
Dear extremist and suicide bomber;
…It is a bridge too far”.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The irony; wait for your turn

Sorry, if I jump the line
Of this very long
Still stagnant lake
I can no longer wait
Timelessly in faith
For my cake to bake.

Sweat once dripped
Profusely
In all righteousness
From my body
Until body banished
Me from sweating.

Everyday I did go to acquire
Knowledge in a place
We call a school
Only to graduate
Seeking for jobs in places
Ran by an illiterate…

Now who is the fool
Ever since the origin
Of the red sand and gravels
I work hard to pay bills
While they sleep to earn wages
Ordering me to grease their bones…

Delving and veering far deep
Away from familiar zone
Let us not talk about
The knowledge I acquired
That are kept in dust till
It fades and varnishes

Into the thin tiny air
While I was stuck to moral ways
Refusing to condescend
Others were wile going rogue
Making good fortune
To favor the bold.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dying enthusiasm

Zero multiplies all on my histogram
I wish to know; am I still human?


Yes I breath, and still feel my arm
But tubers are me and no longer yam


I have a house that is not my home
I lay on irons which are but my foam


Stiffness is gathering in my genome
And all forms of excitement has become


…..A trailer load of caring spasms
Pleasure no longer comes with orgasms


Not necessarily frown but swings and springs
From a decline and dying enthusiasm


So if you are one that feel concern
Not necessarily for falling faces in exam


Or for not having to wear a crown
I am indeed very sorry for who I am.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lament: Sexual attraction

We all want beauty
Fine as a frogs hair
Yet we are indeed
But ugly as sin
In terms of attraction.

We critic all fashions
We despise those in nude
We rebuke faking slimes
We are holier than thou
Spreading legs in grime.

We halt those hopping trains
To sweet of ecstasy land
We call them prostitutes
We change genres of music
For those dancing in rain.

Yet we take sexual pose
Erotic only in the dark
And when the sun is up
The prostitutes wins
Our lovers as their spouse.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lament: Unmarried Churchwoman

We all want true love to at least locate us
Our badness is the bible and church we go
Working seeming holy but the girls in clubs
And the filthy brothel keeps getting our brothers.

Good ones always die like goodness is a crime
While the bad ones gets the sweetest emotion
Seems we lack seduction, yet we perfect picture
Till our slime all begins to seem all wrinkled.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Goose of golden eggs

You kill the goose
That lays gold eggs
To make Earth gains
From the hells grain.

What is the need
To be overfed
With running over
Like no other…

What is the need
To ride on horses
Just to afford
All the wild wishes,

Whereas someone
Same flesh and bone
Born with no spoon
Die and you watch…

What is the need
To have tall fences
With wasting needs
And rotten fruits

When your neighbors
Attempt to eat
You kill the goose
Of golden eggs.

Hope that you know
Same cemetery
Same feet down depth
All heads shall rest.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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