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In the hands of the pigs

Down the streets, I see fierce men in blacks
Throwing punches and spraying bullets back
On both the dead guilty and the innocent
From such grief no man becomes a saint…

Down the streets, I pass everyday
There are a lot my eyes see and lips can’t say
If I were to write, I will run out of pages
It has been on since the rock of ages…

I see torn rags, I see fat pigs, I see hawks
I see ugly vultures perking clean rotten foods
I see little ants queueing for shrunken and fat pigs
Though most times the results are rigged…

At the other end where the grasses are green
I see different faces but the same within
For as they wear the authority band
The little ants and gullible expect a hand

A helping hand, but the route to end injustice,
Alongside corruption and malpractice
Causing sufferings to large extent
And institutionalized Government,

Making every under the roof look so dumb
As well as embezzlements in all forms,
Are the same routes fat pigs themselves pass
On a regularly on their way flying first class.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Familiar strangers

Are we now familiar strangers?
Our silence seem to write love letters
On empty space through the louvers;
I miss you, let’s talk it over…
So we stop looking black as thunder
The patches can be fixed together
Indeed, we can grow over solders.

Are we now familiar strangers?
Dwelling hot under the collar
Seeing each other on a regular
Yet, do not speak to one other;
At times we do not seem to bother
But, even when we appear better
We are still fishes outside the water.

Are we now familiar strangers?
Instead of dwelling like lovers
Daily, we deteriorate farther
Engineering nights to become longer
If we stay forever strangers
The Sun would die becoming weaker
I am sorry, please break the borders.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Empty traps

The hustle and bustle never stops
The fishes are many in the sea

So, we cast our nets into the deep…

No food for lazy man, we all agree
Since animals are abundant in the wild
Strategically, I set our traps in the bush,

Yet every time I am so unlucky
As the fishes keeps swimming away
And the animals change their routes.

Most times when success is to come
Odds, chance and my preparedness Deliberately refuse to cross same paths.

Do not mock me, if all your own nuts
Have been benevolently cracked
After it was provided by the kind gods.

Please, never you call me, a lazy man
I made lots of efforts, but the outcome
Is still as ugly as a bad weather. 

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

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.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Marry you, some day…

I know your dad do not like me
And I know your mum detest me

I used to have this self control
Avoiding critics and their trolls…

I am in love, it is a fact…
At the paradise of my heart,

Where I ought to apply caution
Lust’s sentiments and obsession,

Makes my head go over my heels
And I don’t care what they feel…

Even when it is all taboo,
As long as it is all for you

Cats will always look at the king
But no setback will break my ring.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Secrets of sprinklers

Watch the company you keep
Sweep fairweather if you can
Let go of an excess weight
Appreciate every wingspan.

Like an iron and the magnets,
Carrots and the rabbits
Attract what wouldn’t pretend
Or hide facts, that your face has dirts.

Most times it isn’t the nudity
But fecundity by another,
Fecundity as in creativity
And ability to grow together.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A day with a rich man

I sat down with a rich man
On the same kind of rattan
I couldn’t alter a word
But enthusiasm swirled

I watched him from head to toe
Close and deep into his soul
He had pimples no dimples
Yet he smiled cute and simple

I sat down with a rich man
On the same kind of rattan
Embarrassment of riches
Were his problems not witches..

I sniffed for costly perfume
And found nothing I presumed
His mindsets were not money
But centered round harmony

I sat down with a rich man
On the same kind of rattan
He was just like you and I
One day, to earth says, goodbye.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Not the dog you used to know

Like ocean tides create a whirlpool
And flies to wounds, I followed you…

Loyalty to you, was my schedule
Back pats I got sticking to rules,

Other lit bulbs a million joules
So attractive yet I never drool…

For years I stood as the pity deer,
Caught by their lights, amidst sweat and tears

I love you but I must not adhere
To dark principles because I fear

That keeping my sniff from your cashmere
Will bring me pains, more than I can bear.

You made me feel you were my krypton
And I the superman, shouldn’t yawn

You fed me the hoaxes of the brawn
Till my flesh reached point of rubicon

The bones you gave me were woebegone
You can’t stop me, I will be gone.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The situation

Hey, do you know not all in armour
Shinning are Prince Charm to adore?

Even a beast bald, ugly in clothes and bare
Is far better than cute deceitful teddy bear.

Nothing hurts more than hearing goodbye
Each time your love is unable to buy

Pearls and diamonds yet like a fairy
Which you are, you turned obstacles into ferries

But your wishful thinking dies in paradise
Before your eyes while it all gets jeopardized.

Even with unending tears you endured pains
And persistently begged your dearest to stay

Yet nothing flows, her presence is never close
Inevitably, she never hesitates to say no.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: 7 months old

Upon every new dawn
You seem to become more fun…

Growing so swiftly in strength
And good healthiness as well…

In all forms and dimensions
I can possibly mention…

Seriously your wonder
Often makes me to ponder

How charming you are in jeans
While dressed up in my genes

As you clock seven months old
May your blessings not miss road…

My sweet beautiful love bug
My love is more than mere hugs.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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