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Spoonful

Just like the cream,
In coffee and teas,
Rises to the top,
In the glass cup…

It is conspicuous
I got a rather die
Hovering around
And over my head.

Do not get it twisted
Behind the dark clouds
The sky is always blue
When they come through…

Like a mother hen
And a mountain gorilla
Underneath the sky
Rivers never runs dry,

Whether bedazzled or not,
It is never by chance
They prepared the ground,
Grounds on which I stand.

At times I wonder,
Why I am so blessed…
I will never bend a lip
For if I were to worship

Any mortal being,
My amazing parents
Would be whom I
Would always lift high…

Don’t get it twisted
I believe in God
And I am grateful
For a heaped spoonful.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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.

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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.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beauty of parenthood

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you.

Beauty is joy forever
And it includes the flattened tubes
And garments made from torn pieces.

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you

The pot tummy and the stretch marks,
Extra size that never goes back
And the gradual loss of hair strands.

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you

Innocent frames of the newborns
Heads on mum’s arms sucking with pride
Or the sleeping head on Dad’s back.

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you

Watching them grow into adults
I wonder what beauty could be
When it is the only skin deep.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Note to our parents on our wedding day

We belong to you
So, do not bother
Families are rays
In beams, but love has to pave

We have to leave you
To cleave each other
You have been a tray
Carrying us all our lives

We have to leave you
For a new chapter
But blood never sways
You are still part of our lives

We belong to you
Now more than ever
But in different ways
Thanks for the blessings you gave.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Parent sacrifices

Under the seas and under the oceans
I have seen all sorts of emotions

But, inherent aptitude of Salmon
Leave me teary eyed all night till morn

Seeing mothers and fathers spawn and,
Ply their lives to death so their kids can feed

Well, not until you become a parent
Going an extra on an extra length

You will not comprehend the details
Of sacrifice on an head and tail.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rebirth of disaster

There is a pox in dox, an inherited fact
Tape recording all our unmannered acts

Jotting down details in genes, our flaws
Jungle laws, and high online frauds

Greys guess that we deliberately call blues
Girding girls who spread legs and shoes

Taking narcotics from the Pandora’s box
Tack together to share it back before us

When we are parents please expect our kids
Wadding routes we took against the creed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Parent’s Scholasticism

My mothers prudence
Saved me from
Repeating failures.
Her rules and justice
Gave me grace
And self-discipline.

My dads fortitude
Made me to
Conquer my demons
His great temperance
Counselled me
To abstaining excuses.

During the times of
Bruise and stitch
I recall my parents
And all they thought me
Then I feel
No pain, but healing.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My parents glow

Unravelled treasures
The best of pleasures
In all the major
Riches to measure
Yet my parents hold
In God’s writing, bold
Alphabets of load
Yet searching for gold!
All their sectors glow
My parents are great
Far greater than yours.

Not lucky but blessed
Better than the rest
Excess load on chest
Till altruism paid
Goodness never fade
Fat eggs their hens laid.
Others search for gold
And their stories told
Of unequal folds
Oh my parents glow
Fat brighter than yours.

Along the pivots
A load on the left
Makes the right regret
But my parents hold
Not refined but crude
Diamond, silver, gold
Seen as a harvest
From their labor fruit
God blessed my Parents
My parents are great
Far greater than yours.

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