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Frontiersman
Do not tell me to dream big and wide
Especially since you’re not inside my head
Dreams are urges that makes me to cum
It fills the bottomless pit and drums.
Never am I scared of mountains and hills
I chase dreams but dreams keep chasing me
I wait for my moment to shine so bright
Patience is virtue, but the trees fell flat
I will keep on dreaming, chasing a holy fame
Under my nose, wet woods that cheated got blazing flames
The conspicuous consumption life they found
” Keep the change”: has become their favorite word…
All of the beautiful wonders I have fantasized,
Could make breathe great but failed to materialize
Hello, are these my fragile feet on a right track
Should I pump the brakes, take a bow and then retract
Changing my fantasy route, to suit the hustlers
For all the world is crazy, favoring dirty gamers
Submerged in tears, I await heaven’s final judgements
but what if, I mean what if there are no end judgments?
©2019 http:vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Womb Prose: Talking to baby
Many kicks, many pains to battle
Mummy complains; “please be gentle”.
You make me beat my chest; “am the man”
You are my future number one plan.
Lemme go on to catch a grenade;
Love I got for you will never fade…
Allow good genes translates sweet berries
A future without you is barren…
Can’t wait to hear you call me daddy
Call mummy too, she is gladden.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Riding for Nature
Image courtesy: Becca (https://sunnybrookfarm92631041.wordpress.com)
Wrinkles seek no consent
Before it penetrates
Staying young is a race
No one can win the chase
I asked, where lies my fate
When I go grey and late
All beauties have a phase
But none can keep a pace
So now I ride my horse
Not to put coin in purse
But to give thanks to God
For this beautiful world.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Womb Prose: Rays of Beams
Do you sleep while you tumble
Do you kick when you struggle
Is the sack getting smaller
Is the fluid getting lighter….
We will not let you wobble
You are our fun and bubbles
Is it now getting darker
Or are you feeling fever…
There is a bridge joining ends
Rainbow color, perfect blends
The mouths to sing the sweet hymn
Your womb escape is our theme…
Saw your curl through ultrasound
Heard your heartbeats drumming loud
You completed the tag team
You took our rays as your beam.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Tough as an old boot
They say; the way home has the longest miles
Saying His grace, I wait for my hour
In your eyes, I am dull, weak and lazy…
Torn ligaments, cold tears gush from my eyes
I can’t remember the last time I smiled
Now a days, mountains keep growing taller
All things are hard before they get easy,
That was when Sunday mornings were easy
Not now when skies have swallowed the tower
Indeed; the way home has the longest miles.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Spinsterhood
Heard you’re scared
Of being single
And so desperate
Hence want to mingle.
Menopause is coming
Any man, you pray..
Sister, a fretting care,
Turns hairs to grey.
Angel or Demon
To you, ring assures
Desperate times calls
Desperate measures
I wish you see,
The bigger picture…
Wedding in haste
Is repent at leisure.
Take your time sister
Till ring and rose find you;
There are soulmates
For everyone; dear sister.
@2019 http://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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Womb Prose: Axle Sonnet
Mum missed her visitor for a week
Then first trimester came in so quick.
Although with vomiting and fever
Not your fault, so don’t you bother.
Daddy can’t wait to hold your arms
Tiny five fingers and cradle charms.
You are the gift that completes his pack
Your cool heartbeat kept pulling him back.
So intrigued at your mother’s big round pot;
The new sweet look that she did begot
Gaining weight and looking beautiful
Although in pains, till day she births you.
Mummy can’t wait to push the axles
So prepare for contracting muscles.
©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.Com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Womb Prose: Man’s gift and joy
Children are gifts
and a joy to man
Growing in the womb
like plants in farm.
Stretching they kick
walls of mother’s sack
Their echoing heartbeats
pulls daddy back.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Womb Prose: Kicking bumps
I love to feel your kicking limbs
There goes my hands, to hold and climb
I will like to know what you think
I love you dearly, let it sink..
I bet your world is full of thrills
Worry not of the future bills,
I do not mind looking unkempt
Just to make sure, you are alright.
