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Waiting for sunsets
The cock may crow
at the break of dawn
hopeful we are for,
tomorrow’s sun…
There are times I
think about leaving
and where I will be
lost in my sleep
On the thin ice
we are all waiting
like an employee,
for that we reap…
On our payroll
is the same caption:
saying; “when I call,
don’t be stunned“.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sameness
Dwelling on a large field
Amidst a buried seed
Sprouting into a tree
Then to levels of seas,
Change is a constant thing
The song the birds do sing
Eternity is faith
Reality is but vain…
All flesh exit the town
Even the rocks break down
Amidst the daily smiles
Are corresponding cries…
With many unsaid byes
Looking down from the skies;
Asking several why
I guess, the gods are wise…
More-so,in all of it
Time is so infinite
Yet it is short and bright
One minute there is light
Suddenly, it gets dark
Lying still on a plank
Sometimes wrapped in a mat
Bottled in jars as ash
Returning back to start
Repeating the same path
Yet we forget all that
Seeing others as ants.
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The coal tars
Do not scream or ring the bell
When the wheels are hot as hell
Still be calm, sweet and nice
I cope well with every size
On the ground, two walls I tie
From the pit, you call a lie
Whence its fire you get a tar
I the dark I shine like stars…
Undulated road I reconstruct
No more catarrh, no more dust
A long journey is no more far
I am here to aid your car.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Guest of life
DISCLAIMER! This is NOT a human being
This is an art work, a painting by a Nigerian,Oresegun Olumide.
Finger you ring
Still slaps your face
The gifts given
Is stoned at you
Breath is a voice
Sweet words recited
Or sang can still
Explode like bombs.
I knew the world
Was cruel, I spent
More time in womb
Unknowingly
That no one can
Run from events
Wired and designed
To be, in life
Dreams, yes are real
But do not spend
More time sleeping
Lazy about
As cruel as it
May be; I still
Stay up that late
Developing
Myself, and I
For the future
Unpublished
As guest of life.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Time: Timeline
Fragile, life starts
Fine as frog’s skin
Along the line
A thing called time
Slowly ticks till
Smooth trashes to bin
kick into touch
Killing nature.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Time: Grocery store
Obviously coming fresh as life
But in the bin, it goes as death,
Earth is like a grocery store
Supply comes and supply will go.
What vain is a trash to empty
In refuge sites just by the tomb
That just keeps on reminding us
We live in temporary home
As groceries in grocery store
A pack of wolves will cry someday.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Eagle: Beagle of the future
Verse I
Great Eagle, I know that you go
Beagling for the tallest mountains;
I see the whites in your eyes
Please pray for “You and I”,
Pray we make a nest silently
From the low to best of highs;
Pray the soft pulpy mash
Come to halt, an evil sigh.
Verse II
Great Eagle, as you regain strength
Pray muscles stays till eternity,
Pray the future comes in bliss
Pray it intertwines perfectly,
Pray for a rich strong health,
With family on ribbon of love
Pray for bags filled of wealth,
With good fecundity there to match.
Verse III
Great Eagle, as you sharpen beak
Pray our enemies sword to be lost
In a battle field, against all odds
Pray our churn be filled with milk
Pray for our descendants to come
Pray that our heritage is preserved
For our blood feeds on what we serve
As you beagle, please pray for you and I.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Time: True Clock
All breath ceases
In seconds
Premonition
Tick tick tick
The clock ticks
All days and nights.
Till rebirth
Of a Phoenix
Cycling invent;
There is such
A thing so real
Better when felt
Around the Sun
A thing, called void
In time and life.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Time: Valor that age
A fading valor
Is endangered
To losing wager;
And as it ages
It losses courage
And intrepidity
To personal bravery.
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