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Period of my rebirth

If I am to be rebirth
I shall love my destiny
To roam and scout for any
Trace of my present parents

I shall not just travel
To feel the beautiful world
But find an umbilical cord
Deep right inside my cradle.

Before water breaks or flows
I shall love to receive
All their sweet beautiful traits
Genetics and hereditary throws

I hope, they are not stressing
Worrying about my tomorrow
For nine months in a row
While the bumps is growing.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Brink of resemblance

No debate, no contestant;
Have you ever noticed that
Parents battles for who won
On the look of a new born?

They expect flavour and shades
In brinks and edges on the face
Then get a blended oneness
So; appreciate God’s greatness.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My fathers wife

My body on her; I grabbed
She must have made me smiled
And poured buckets of kisses
Onto my soft, small baby lips
How was your first kiss in life?

Right now I wish I could
Take back the arms of time
And lay on my mothers arm
As bambino in farm and room
Smiling at my fathers wife.

Chuckling and giggling with meek
Kicking empty air with my legs
Looking deeply into her eyes
Falling asleep beside her milk
Enjoying the new breath of life…

While releasing poop and pee
On my fat baby padded pants
Less worried about heartbreaks
While I enjoy the sweet warmth
In the cockles of my fathers wife.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ifeoma

Ifeoma my child
Before you were born
I knew you so well.
Flowing in your blood
Is a pretty smell.

The gene of the gods
Will always ring bells.
Ifeoma my child
You are the daughter
Of good offerings.

Heads no toes nor feet
Accept no to defeat
Nights will bring fear
But a pain to bear
Ifeoma my child.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

I used to be you


Looking down at you
I see me in you
All me, not a few
Style and voice too
Dropping like a dew
I used to be you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Parents blood

Rivers of life from parents
Flows deeply in thick veins
Carrying strains of greatness,
Stemming from the lines,
Of diabetic parachutes.

Yeah! We do not chicken out
From challenges but fight
The demons for our rights
With genes of our mothers
We are blessed like no other.

The thick red fluid of parents
Has big pants and big brains
Flying without feathers;
Making us the leaders
As our father’s very child.

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Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Form: 7-6-6-6-7 syllable per verse

My Parents love

By: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachuku
Title: My Parent Love
Dedicated to : Mr. and Mrs. Larry Onyeche

The love of my parents never elide
They brought me to life, that aside,
In the nide, my needs they provide,
Day and night, they are my aide.

Besides sharing their nucleotide
They planted me by the waterside
To grow taller than all of my kind
Relentlessly, they gave me a yuletide.

They always guide me when I ride,
So I never snide, glide and slide.
Their rules, I often don’t abide
Yet they always stick by my side.

When ruby little me was red outside,
They solve my worries as their pride
They go as far hell, inhaling oxide
Just to give me cream and juice inside.

They are attached to me like an imide,
Holding me tight, they never let me vide.
They protect me, sailing in trouble tide
They are my boldness, they never hide.

Native Fly: Palmwine Play

Palm Wine

Palm Wine

    Palm wine Play
  1. It was some time ago no pea-cocking or ego
  2. Innocent and untouched like virgin forest
  3. Then grasses covered bottles attuned for palm wine
  4. Flies also sipped, it was creamy and white as milk
  5. From daddy’s cup the little kids drank
  6. Inspiring, their play was full of fun
  7. Pretending to be drunk; if not already
  8. Staggering, damping the eyes
  9. Rolling out the eyeballs,
  10. Stooping and soliloquizing
  11. Playing with sands, throwing pillows and falling
  12. Along the long narrow corridor
  13. Running for more, to daddy’s refilling cup
  14. To drink the universe large and play all night long.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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