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Base on principles

Hands on deck,
You call me smart; each time, I
Complete a task…
Am not God;
But, I see things possible,
And doable…

Feed your brain
No man comes to earth filled up
Believe me;
Wisdom is
In heads with brains, so give yours
The best shot….

Nothing more
But with patterns and base on
Principles,
You can do
Just anything you wish to do;
Yes you can.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Lessons from my parents

My parents have no fancy cars but greater mass
Through them I learnt to lower hands and respect ants.
The grass matters, always render help to others
Having a name is not the same for coins and fame.
Their blood my drink, I built my bricks, from all I sucked
I felt the rod, I cried and nod, away from mud…
In their actions, I picked passion which to function.

You do not burn your home or turn away from dawn
Simply because, you have a course, to break a curse.
To mould a clay, you have today, so they will say;
Never you bail, hammer thus fail, running from nails,
Make no excuse, do not refuse to be of use
Is not by wants but dues and sweats you pay for worth
Do not show strength when humble horns can induce choice.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nobody send

Every man
Is for himself..
Just like a shirt,
With tight long sleeve

You try to wear
Or take it out,
Until you learn
Not to expect,

Much from people
And a pie crust
Nothing you will
Get done to dust.

Best helping hand
Is at the end
Of a long sleeves,
Just you to fend.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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

Moving Past

Holes by the corner
Lessons and teachers
Band and a sealer
Bridge and a pillar
Built by a healer

Like force and actions
To all with functions
Use as it fashions
Past is a mansion
Just by a junction.

Travellers are dear
And are welcome there
To recline and cheer
To correct and share
Not to reside there.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Push further

Competition
Is tough, not as
Across the bridge.

Where people are
Discouraged or
Scared to venture.

Go extra mile
Success would be
A none denial.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Raging success

I am taking this road
With or without you,
Pardon me, being rude
But; go and fuck yourself!

Take your bone off my flesh
And my heart out your chest…
Dear, I will still walk through
The path of no return

I know, skulls may have rolled
But what do I stand to loss
If I shake, if I fail
I know I stroke a nail…

I am taking this road
With or without you
Come not picking my pieces
When the saws shreds me up.

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

This year’s fear

This year bore the low and high
Tearing down flames in the sky.
But I swam like sharks through tides
Beneath the oceans, no fears to hide.

Though trespassing, I had churns
Thrusting up, to face the fears
But I made whirlwinds to turn
By telling myself never to burn.

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