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I have a mother like no other
She is the greatest thing since sliced bread
Just believe me and do not bother
To hide creepy acts from my mother.

Yes, my amazing dad may see faster
But my mother would look deeper
In between every lines she shall read
Spotting errors that makes us wonder.

A bag of breathe and flowing blood but a drone
Every day she multitask, just to care for the home
She shreds herself like a soap and its foam
Cooking, feeding for us, even while on phone.

What will the kids eat next, in her head questions roam
She is a supermom, in all coners of our home
Making her children sit on throne
As a man among men, now and when they are grown.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fealty obligations

If it breaths
It is from a mother…

Of which yes
None without a father

For all pains
Please respect a lady,

Not just when
She is round and heavy;

Take these as
Fealty obligations

If you crave
For her sweet obessions.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mothers deed

I don’t know how you were born
But I have someone a unicorn
She will skillfully wrap me up
With her loving wrappers on top.

I don’t know what your mum did
But mine, her tongue was my bib
When I ate, it was her good deed
That saw me through every hot meal.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
image source: Harinzey Art

Doses of me

I crave for a thing
Though lawful at times
Dose, awful most times.

It is a big sin
Flowing in bloodstream
Dose by dose… it seems,

Vinegar bitter
But sweat as sugar
There is no another.

I can’t live on
I am an addict
And she is the gin.

© 2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My mother knew

Verse I

I am a child
My mother held
My siblings hand

She did not sleep
When we were sick
She snake her lips

Till we were heal
On her soft ribs
Our heads we rest

She gave safe sighs
Guiding the trips
Of our eclipse.

Verse II

The homes we went
She bats an eye
We dare not eat,

From plates or flakes
Nor cakes they baked
Her gaze pushed brakes…

It had these stop
Hey, close your trap
Or open the wrap…

Hot ice disrupt
My mind corrupt
At staring shop.

Verse III

In silent nopessssss
My blathered hopes
Made the hills slope

To places of yes
Until or else
She tasted the sauce.

The frown I drew
The tricks I threw
To all my clues

For tasty stew
My mother knew
The old and new.


Photographs by Miss Irhibhogbe Ruth

I was bored, and lost in the wide wild west;
I created the best events and got the worst,
I needed a rest and a vent to pay the rent,
I arrived; and caught your holy breath.

You sat on the bench like a fallen tree,
You shifted your curvy hips, I didn’t see
You aligned them repeatedly towards me;
You were busy that day like a honeybee.

Bluffed, I wasn’t caught out for refractive light,
Behold you were there, freaking bright
Bringing back sounds into the quite night,
But with a brush and broom, your dust I swept.

Unknowingly, it killed you, tonnes of times;
Under the thick shell, I hide in my absence,
Until we began stealing guilty eye glance,
Unexplainably; tearing my wall and fence.

Amazingly, through the wall, you made a friend,
And showed your hump, slow pace of no end;
All to catch up before the curve and bend,
And research reasons why I never blend.

Few women walk up to men for affection,
Funny how you initiated a conversation;
For when you smiled with all perfection,
Found I was in the stars of your pretty direction.

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