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Sonnet: Holy terror of Nature

I fell in love with nature’s rove
Till she dug hole shredding my soul.
My arteries drain like batteries
Then cable cuts, flesh starts to rot
Her rivers flow and her wind blows
With such a charm until it harms,
So not my fault, I don’t want
Another round of sight and sound.
In fear I pound so fast and loud
By Nature’s jar both near and far,
My worst nightmare, is how she flares
Like I owe her, lots of naira.
Displaying rage from stage to stage
Till the sky drops, she never stops.

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

False battlefields

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
Goals we chase but blows we get
Taking turns receiving drop jaws
For what do I know, than to say
If you fail, try and try again.

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
No matter how you try and try
If preparation meets not
With an opportunity
Failure will be inevitable.

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
Gurus we are, and so we wish
Trying to gain an Einstein’s hairs
Fair enough, nothing ever counts,
In six feet where skulls shall rot.

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
No man can escape the result
If you attempt cheating death
Warm will turn cold while you realize
Finding success is died in cast.

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

Sonnet: Rocks and rivers

This breathe beholds short stick to hold
Run out of luck, still like a rock,
The rivers flows, yesterday played
Aloud in heads, all the good times
Shared in the shirt of wine and dirt.

Tomorrows lives and also leaves
Breathe are fooled by pretty tools
Fighting for wealth from width to breath
Daring last feet for wine and dirt
Wearing the shirt dust never fulls.

This breathe beholds short stick to hold
Run out of luck still like a rock,
As rivers flows, stars also glows
With regrets yet, none dish the dirt.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Racing in existence

On your marks, set…
….You are just cells
Only a sperm
On rehearsals
Running on heels
To make the list
Of many faces.

Life is a race,
Your parents are
To call the shots…
Distance we run
Varies in tracks
Oh.. destiny.

Put on a fight
To be the best
End matters most
More than the start;
The finish line
May sometimes come
With its regrets..

When the sweet race
Is but half length,
Chunky and short
Or so tragic.
That is the point
We know as death.

And every day
I often pray
And say; “His grace”
For finish line
To have a tune
So I can reach,
Not anytime soon.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Just like a pear whose skin appears
Soft, fluffy, and sometimes gritty;
Try to experience aliveness.

Life has its errs, sour and sweet tears
In all fairness and bright radiance
Your juicy pear will disappear.

Forgetting essential things?
Aside career but on yourself
You can stock books, but have a look.

How would you know, the taste of snow
Or the heats that comes from the sun
If all you do is hide in holes.

Digits and shares, are just vitiates
As you chase dimes please spend some time
To taste the tears before life veers.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Don’t Call Me Mad: A Perfect World

Imagine a faultless world
All Titans no odds
Ugly is a lost word
No rural but urban well-born

All hairs are auburn and
Braided bun not bunches
All men are heir apparent
And women heiress

Equality to fat thumb and little finger
Everyone are masters no follower
All that breathe are dictators and sinew
Anew would love the imagination to continue…

Reality is to castle built on air
Ceasing distress, recklessness are walled
No free space for magma to work
Nor crawl if snoozing volcano arouse

Bated, all matters shall turn wombat and kangaroo
Armed, in their pouch they shall protect their kindred
No striving, please be ready to starve to death

I forgot,
Trees shall grow tall
And fail to fall
A perfect world
What a war…

A world life would ask of
Where privilege would be thankful
To God
Him we shall see not his rod,

A world where a father sins
Shall be to him alone, yes ’tis his
Why curse his seeds?
A world where righteousness shouldn’t attract a Job

Assorted and unique, time would be haggis
Rain and sun shall shower
To flourish–Day-and-night shunning all hitch
Do God want this mild dish?

Science, technology, biblical and fetish
So many parish hands spoil the dish
Frankfurter, Weeny-weenie out of the perfect world
What a war…

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