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Discovery at Adulthood

We were not poor, we were not rich
We never had a net without a fish
Neither did we have the heaviest box
But what mum prepared satisfied us.

I saw my parents as the world’s richest
For, everyday seem to be harvest
We had not the sharpest tool in shed
But we made memories that never fades.

I was never the sharp knife in drawer
But they inspired me to go on further
All along I felt my dad could buy a jet
And it all a wind chase for many years.

My parents hid the real world from me
They provided all of my dare needs
And never did their struggling face show
Or things they went through so I can glow.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My first two heartbreaks

My first heartbreak came from my father
Who made me wear my bib and tucker
After promising to take me to the end
Only to dodge and drive me round the bend..

My second heartbreak came from my mother
Pressing my wounds with boiling water
I was broken underneath her armpits
I thought she promised not to press it.

But these heartbreaks prepared me for the world
It opened my eyes to see beguiling odds
And how they cloud the gullible brain
Hence, I trust not all calling me sweet names.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

When I was a kid

When I was a kid, I was a kid
Like every other, I had my mischiefs

I soiled myself building mud hills
I placed my fingers in the till

At some point, I picked meat from the pot
Rubbing evidence on my white shirt

Shameful as it is I did bed wet
I told white lies, nodding my head

From mum, I hid wounds without delay
When I bruise my knee from a rough play

Time for silence were my moments
Disturbance seemed to be my talent

Most times from an innovation
It all ended up in destructions

From nothing I still created fields
I jumped down from trees with other kids

I saw things as a piece of cake
Like climbing mountains and swimming lakes

Most times I hate seeking for help
My energy sprung in its own step

When I was a kid, I was a kid!
Now I am a dad, watching my kid.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Losing touch

Once upon a time, we were blank
Out of an art, experience sank

We had bath and dance in the rain
We cut cakes and acted insane

There was this feeling that we had
Taking us places from our minds

Body to body, current flew
By desire our hearts we drew

Young and agile, fast we ran
Yeah! we felt all can’t was can

Love was fresh, until we forgot
Love we lost and the pains we felt

Time ran fast, gradually we blank
The act and rain water we drank.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Old television statics

I know before the box got vision
Arena had their own attraction

In my case, we had the village square
Years ago way before I inhaled air.

But I remember, when I was young
Although it isn’t rock age so long

Well, not every home had TV set
The black and white picture was the best,

Each time the signal thus disappears
The white and black random dots appear

Hurting an anticipated lens
Its sounds amplified the night silence

I can not forget in a hurry
It was like snow and garri falling.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Maiden of old times (3)

One crazy thing about our obsession
Was that, flash she ran, we saw slow motions
Basking in the euphoria of passion.
Elusive as she dressed, we could draw her
Shapes and curves, singing viva forever
Men, born and unborn would love to wife her.

Her unguilt make babies fight for her womb
Men saying; “I love you”, was like a bomb
Bringing Twilight of the gods on all tombs.
And as she heard, her sweet eyes always hide
We were all fools and love was truly blind
Not now, love is by size of rubber bands.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love in Oklahoma – by Laura and Vinx

Making my way to my favorite place
Back then I had no clue that it was yet;
To be made a shrine of his tender face
Seeking attention, I can’t forget

The magnanimity of purple roses
Inhaling sweetness, adrenaline rush
Eyes gazing but there were not many choices
Than hush and suck the uncontrollable gush.

It makes me feel amazing to go back
To our days and times alive, but young
Replaying all we had done, late that night
Inside the redness; crowds we were among….

…Drinking, and exchanging sweet body fluids.
A compelling dive into ecstasy
Scintillating my soul, by his crude
Natural high, I cared less, if eyes could see.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu and Laura Westfall

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Tone: love in a dream

Walls apart, we later met
Playing cards, music cassettes

By the pillars of an old barret
We once wore, then as students

Tiptoeing out like we are ghost
Off the refectory late at night

As the rains flushed the droughts
Sided; we stood to measure heights.

I am taller… We both argued
Round my arms you chose to abide

Mumbling, we are crazily in love…
Amazingly seeming overprotective

In the dream holding, ourselves
Filled with roses for no one else.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beside the beach

I remember
When we were young
We love to play
In days that were…

While our parents
Were paddling boats
To make ends meet
To get us clothes

We took out time
To build mud homes,
With foots and cones
Beside the beach.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Bittersweet Segments


I just met you
But I have your
Memoirs in my head


Running behind
The yellow sun
Laughing and playing


From nostalgic
Up till all these
Present adulthood days.


You came into
My lonely World
At critical point


And now I yearn
For all your past
With melancholy


Not witnessing
All the segments
Of bittersweet days.


©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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