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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

Guest of life

Image by Oresegun Olumide

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Unpublished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

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

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

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

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

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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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Time: Unsmiling Clock

The clock has its diabolic
From records prehistoric,
Tick tick takes no none sense
Really; time is of the essence.


Looking further from far, near
And completion of another year,
Celebration in air, all day and night
Clock never smiles, it must be a sadist.

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Brink of resemblance

No debate, no contestant;
Have you ever noticed that
Parents battles for who won
On the look of a new born?

They expect flavour and shades
In brinks and edges on the face
Then get a blended oneness
So; appreciate God’s greatness.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Filling station

At the filling station,
White and black smoke
Attempts to make us choke

Rims kept spinning around
Heading to where hush sound
The birds sang, horns buzz

Insane walked free, sane squeeze
Queuing, suddenly saying bye
Seconds pass, others passed by

Young and old breath trooped in
For all sort of tanks refill
All colors present blended as one

Underneath the dark light
Where canopies made a shade
No man or woman had a blade

‘Buy my own, buy from me please
Many screamed, for hustle to ease
Some were smiling, others worried

But kept drinking and eating
Off the pocket for the items
They purchased, for desires

No apartheid, no damn favor
The doubled woman and working men
Sweat in pain for reward of labor

No one brought out divine crosses
Or craving ivory yet salvation
Lived in peace, with no bruises

Far beyond visible tribal marks
Two things we all had in common
Was to live and earn, as an atom.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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