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Do babies cry in the womb?

From a touch, to a mass
The belly pot then grows…
From a kick, to a stretch
The fetus, summersaults
Inside the womb, it learns
To suck and hold its toes

The heartbeats awesomely
Drumming like heaven sounds
The early form of life
Is intriguing to watch
Soon, the nine months is done
Push, push… hallelujah

Baby arrives and cry
Only language they learnt
Have you ever wondered
Why a baby outside
Would spend all day crying
But not so, in the womb?

What would be of mother
When baby cry from under?
Do they cry silently?
I want to know, because
The wisdom of the Lord
Is truly amazing.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Desires of man

A man’s mind is polygamous
And in this very context, gender
Isn’t emphatic, a man is you.

You hangout with multiple desires,
Irrespective of the class they are
You always have a reason to dream…

She gives you tomorrow as today
Everyday, yet you crave for more
You rigmarole from pillar to post.

Yes, mans wants are insatiable,
And if you do not know when to stop;
Your quest shall fetch nothing but regrets.

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

Sonnet: Looking at the wrong direction

Have you ever felt like
A bird in a glass room
Who clearly sees the sky
And the trees, through the glass
So she flaps to the top
But can’t reach nor touch
The sky and trees, from there…

Hence she believe the forces
Of hell impedes her from
Reaching the sky meanwhile,
Beneath the tower glass
Just where she rigmarole
The door is wide open
For her to reach the sky.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Things left in yesterday

Life is beyond what we think;
Have you been disappointed
Used and dumped, like filthy rags?
I have a message for you….

Things happens for a reason
And pains are for the season
There are fishes in the sea
Just cast the net, to harvest.

Tomorrow will still come
One way or another, get up
Cry not over the spilled milk
One door closes, another opens

Things happens for a reason
And pains are for the season
I know it hurts, so bad, but
Let it fade in yesterday.

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

Dawning of hope

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Every lion was once upon a time a cub
I know you’ve been through hell
But you have to keep your fingers crossed

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
The soil may dry while the sun scorches
But, you have to keep fighting, even as
The leaves are drying and falling

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Soon the heavy clouds will start to cry,
The stars are always above, though
It is visible only at night

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Even the moon is sometimes dull,
One after a time, wait for your shine
Don’t you feel bad, down and blue

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Remember tomorrow is in labor room
And the breaking of a new dawn
Must have been created, for hope

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
You might fall, but you can stand
So pick yourself back up, push on
Soon it shall be another history.

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

Facts of flying colors

Try, try, try again
You obeyed the rules
Yet you cry again

Let’s hit the nail;
Yes, you didn’t fail
Of course, you have passed,

But not with the wings
Of flying colors
Success is success

But some success are
Above success on
Low and middle tiers.

That is what differs
Good, better and best
Climbing the ladder

Each entails a push
And the sweat of rain
For grass to be green

One big advantage
Of flying colors
Is that it projects

And qualifies
An achiever
Above beck and call.

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

Beauty in clothes

Riding down the street
In the mysterious
Small city of life;
I met a lady;
And strangely, all my
Worries disappeared
She is so awesome
Only comparison
Is her reflection
She is a wonder
Her curves and edges
Are all conspicuous

There is this intense
Craving that troubles
All gaze that spots her
Attracting to eyes
Are her oranges
Fruity and juicy.
So well configured
She got big behind
Whenever she bends,
She cast shades on sun
Strange how her body
Could heal an illness…

Obsession for her
Never seem to end;
She is a treasure
Of great value; damn!
She’s hot as hell.
And even with her
Endowment she still
Dresses decently,
Yet many ladies
Out there in the street
Not as hot as her
Flaunt their nakedness.

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

One plus one is one

Looking from a contrasting view
One would wonder what is special
In enjoying something very much…
They say; only fools fall in love

Things we do when we are in love
Do not need good sense or judgment
If you never love, you can never
Comprehend the mysteries of love.

I guess, at some point, in our lives
We become the blind, crazy fool;
What would you rather do, when two joins
Defying maths to become one.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sweet Companionship

I think I am blessed
As the most clueless

I know not a thing
I try not to think.

Whenever I am
Lying next to you…

I just feel relieve
Floating like a leaf

In the stream of wind
Letting love to lead.

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

Darling Mom

I love my mom, she is kind and caring
She never sells ices to the Eskimos
Instead she provides, our meaningful needs
We aren’t the richest but we never starved.

Running from medications and hot water
Every time we had an injury, innocently
We hide it from her, but eventually
She always have a way of finding out…

She isn’t just a provider or an observer
Neither is she just another doctor
But she is a protector and a teacher,
The pillar of the home, she is a lioness!

Each time we err, she corrects our wrongs
And sings sweet songs applauding our right
Though most times she wears the scary look
It made bad neighbours not to mess with us…

Behind her straight unsmiling face, you will see
She is the sweetest and most caring mom
When nervous like a cat on hot tin roof
My mom would make you conquer those fears

And when frightened by anything or anyone
Run to her, and hide just behind her back
She is a superwoman, when she is home,
We are rabbits in the headlights that do not think.

Even as her sons marry their queens, and
Her daughters are leaving to another home,
Tongues would forever crave her delicious meals….
Oh! What would we have become; without our darling mom.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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