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I need this cry
My shadow grows short,
While I face the sun,
Enthusiasm,
I lost to my past
Now exist in clouds
Gathering the rains…
Million tears to pour
I was once alive
So active and fun
But not anymore
Ever since I lost
Other part of me
I now float on seas,
Made of tears I cried,
And all parts of me,
Now follows the wind
I truly need help
Do not waste your time
My sorrowful mood
Is so infectious
So just let me be
A thick dark black smoke
Soaring to the clouds
And falling as rains.
©2020 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Butterflies of outcome
There goes a hand shake, what next
Will you leave it hanging like a breast?
Will you fling or cling it and rejoice?
Your action will speak more than voice.
Just like the ladies crave for aisles and rings
An agenda has amazing glitz it brings
Only when it goes according to plan
Though insatiable are the demands of man.
Nothing beats the feeling, lifting golds
There is this rush of confidence it builds
In the stomach the butterflies coil
Elevating and gravitating joy
From toes tip to the crown of the head
Screaming ‘I made it to this beautiful end’
Popping champagne and celebrating
Nothing beats it, touching the ceilings.
But when plans don’t go as one except
It makes one cold and fold like a blanket
Especially when the basket had all the eggs
Ah, the pain is worst than ten broken legs.
Slipping into darkness under daylight
If your expectation had been cut short
You will know, nothing is as devastating as
Your landscape of joy crumble under your watch.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Attitude of pains
I can’t carry my chest
It feels so heavy by the left
And it gives me butterflies
An awful reason to die…
The nights seems to be so long
Therewith the worries tag along
Do I pull rabbits from hats
During these dark struggling times…
At times I look up above
Are heavens enjoying the show
Sad, my efforts are barren
Seems like heaven is not caring.
*© 2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Family
Where do I run to
All over the town
When the chips are down.
Where do I run to
After counting chicks
Before the eggs hatched.
Where do I run to
When my heart tear scales
And rips off my chest.
Where do I run to
Away from the frights
And all pains begot.
Where do I run to
To silent thunder
And end this trauma…
Where do I run to
When expectations
Have all been cut short
Where do I run to
Down a deadly road
Where all doors are closed.
Where do I run to
If not family
Singing; home sweet home.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Bad shape of love
Gather the broken mirrors
Bring shreds to my huts
I can fix just anything
So I thought, till she left
Here I am as a shred
Not they say, but the first hand
To the tears and the rain
Pouring down in great pain.
I failed an easy game
Though I hide all the shame
But I am a sour grape
And my heart is in bad shape…
Thought I could fix anything
Till I was the broken thing
I am torn, and so cold
Yet these glues cannot hold,
Now I know, the face of rage
Some things are damaged
Beyond redemption
Where glues can’t function
Gather my broken clay pots
Yes, it is all my fault
I am running insane
Since she left me this way.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Years of Buharism
Oh Nigeria, my Nigeria
Do we have to be rooted here
Is it bad to have faith in you
When denial is long over due.
We prayed for growth to be better
But tides of grief spread all over
Washing our faiths, replacing hopes
With bullets and some suicide ropes
We prayed for capable leaders
The ones who would be our Messiahs
But we got pins in our buttocks
Hurting much more than we can talk
Dead butterflies in our stomach
Breeds sufferings we used to lack
Our eye sockets are wet and soaked
With force of tears that erupt rocks.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Back to crèche
I wish, I practice magic
When situations are tragic
I would never let death win
Those who sink, will have a fin.
I take giant strides for success
Just when I am about to pop and rest
Postman lands pink slips on my hands
Am to success, a one night stand.
I wish, I practice magic
I will destroy all tragics…
Cold outside, but I am sweating
When asked; “how are you this morning”
Should I reply the obvious
“Fine”, when am a faulty box,
And even with my aging flesh
Life keeps taking me back to Crèche.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Vanquished brutally
The riches of the world, makes me humble
Yet, a new week brings a new fumble;
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.
Thought I had substance, till devil prized me
Sheepishly am rigid up to my kneels
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.
In hot pan but the wax refuse to melt
Obviously most wax gained many regrets
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.
The battle is lost in eyes of soldiers
Hence, I often look over my shoulders
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.
Inside me rage builds ready to explode
Heavy heart, yet loads comes in like a flood
Sticking like a glue, blowing like a storm
It seems like, my village people won.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Standing on time bomb
No parachutes, down I fell
Into the hot pit of hell
Roasting up in everyday
On the queue to better days
Sadly, I am the laughing stock
But I do not give a single fuck!
Against all odds, with an aim
To have success, my name to claim
Under lit candles I bent my neck
Hoping the sky will give me a perk
But the blurred dark cloud extended
Turning lionhearted to an hen,
If you were me, what will you do
When legit fails to pay the dues.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: We are not leopards
Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
School teaches us to compete
But right now, drop the books
The largest black nation
Should be doing better
Drop the competitions
We learnt on chalk and board
It has so misled us
Hence our Nation crumbles
Let us adopt teamwork
For our Nation to grow.
Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
Our poor mentality
Need a speedy u-turn.
The largest black nation
Should be doing better
Stop the awful mortgage
Of our children’s future.
We are not immortals
Night and dawn affect not
Let us make a good use
Of our enormous wealth.
Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
Enough of reoccurring
Painful drawbacks we get.
The largest black nation
Should be doing better,
Not locked and caged inside
Our own stupidity.
For just like charity
That does begin at home;
Our Nation’s growth
Depends so much on us.
