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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

Haunted by unsaid words

Days of crushing secretly
Were damn so sweet emotionally;
When you smiled, my eyes dazzled
Confused I was, like a puzzle.

Your enigma made me wany
But right now, I am haunted by many-
-sweet words I didn’t not say
Like how lovely you lit my day.

Please save me, I know it is late
I just can’t accept this our fate;
Life is short, and I messed up
Next life, I would let sweet words drop.

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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

The stratum debates.

Every new born, sound out,
“My own stratum, stands out”

What have you done that has
Never been done before?

Every new born sound out,
“My own stratum stands out”

Whereas they are all same
Actions performed anew.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Shredding pistils

On a mirage, I go gazing
It seems am evanescing
Into shadows of myself
Playing sad songs of faulty clef

I heard you mock my empty belly
Not all flowers bloom that early
Night and day, both can not be on
At same time, hence they take turns

Keep your polishes to yourself
I have accepted I am the shelf
Which termites have so devoured
An also-ran, am not favored

But in all gains, there is a pain
And when I fail now and again
Let’s just say, my success delays
Fruits shall come out from my decay.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Salvaging waterfalls

I have come to learn a whole lot
bubbling inside my favorite pot.
First, the steep descents of rivers
are breathtaking; yet, a disaster…
Same stream we dive into and swim
can swallow us even while we scream.

All of tides are connected to the moon
Gravity dines, with a bigger spoon.
Like everyone the water is scared too
Curiosity, some times takes us through
While other times, it worsen things
Freedom to a river is a pipe dream.

Floating so fine like shuck oysters
Flowing against tides birth disasters
So whenever the river takes you down
Please hate it not even as you frown
All it is doing is guide and salvage
its speculative battle with waves.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Marriage: Her disturbances

I picked up a four leaf clover
And her love has taken over
To points of disturbances…
At times things I don’t fancy
Are what she chokes on me
Like anklets on a heavy heel
And beautiful icing on a cake
She mix trouble into sweet flakes
Whose true taste is in the eating
And rude polite awakening,

My wife, my world, the joy I chose
Tender and sweet like tiger toes
No hedge between keeps the home green
Her philosophy, no vent spleen.
The moon wanes while the roaster crows
Over my body she will roll
Waking me up against my wish
Stuck on me, my heart she fills
Her disturbances have a sauce
Apart from her, no better source.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Your type of breeze

What is it that you don’t like about me…
I gave up all my dreams for you to film

My biography you write is titled; breeze,
Has sad episodes that could make time to cease.

Axes on woods, torn and shredded my heart you rim
I am those broken records playing; but still,

Whose character is conspicuous like the hills…
I went through all: end to ends to prove am real.

Now am lost, finding my way, I got drained
No way out; like the goldfish that lost its gills…

Your love is, a tough nut rigid like the tree…
Not meant for the light winds, that are calm and free.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Everyday Nigerian

Hey! I think it is time to call a spade a spade
Stop pointing fingers on Whites while wearing their shades.
It is not just color but the complexity
Of the thick black wrappers we wrap our fragile hearts.

Heaven’s integrity has lost its bearing
Foetus in womb, now throws bombs, on the internet;
“Yahoo, yahoo”… the first word they learn to pronounce…
Hey! White folks online, will you ever learn to learn?

Everyday a strong Nigerian child is born
Into unfriendly weather, created by those before
Fittest survivals, they all come out blocking wombs
The smarter the baby, greater damage he creates.

Money on the palm, legs up, body on the bed
War began using western education to fight
Against same western education on green soil
The bigger the bloodshed the louder dummies rejoices.

Everyday the Nigerian child gets pregnant
Who is the father? is often a mute answer
The trimesters usually comes as disasters
Like the Nigeria economic the fear hits hard.

Picking up habits, calculating higher odds
Love and nuptial rings, misleading many Angels
Into crude cruel and fatal domestic violence…
Light trips off, the rapist, thieves and murderers win,

The Devil issues cheque; holy lost its holy grill,
Doubting the faith and homily preachers preach
Believing in the dreams and visions far from reach
Innocence seems guilty, pills and dark clouded party,

The bigger the city, the bigger the pity
Known or knowingly the Devil provides aides,
Fashion and nudity is now the reigning thing
Yet stupidity is covering the ass we see.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Finding tracks

We are in abundance
Yet we complain of darkness.

Inside pits, that are shallow;
We hide behind the shadow.

Our melanin we pour ore
Under the hot scorching sun;

Hot-cakes fly like birds, to lands
Where they can be better brands.

Leaving behind, the half baked
To dictate, the give and take,

Talking; whereas, as critics
We bury the beams and rays

Yet we beg for candlelights
From the waxes we burnt out.

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