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Politics: The egg on my face

I am a victim of multiple rapes
By youths and spring chickens hoarding grapes

They drill me deep in the streets for long lengths
Way before I got to age of consent

Now I am used to the egg on my face
Hence I never do run when I am chased

They shag my matrix and bruised my knees
Reopening the sores that tried to heal;

I am a victim of multiple rapes
By the dirty piggies that call my name

Don’t go to the zoo in search of them
Don’t go to the bush in search of them

Don’t go looking for flat snouts, small eyes
And large ears, within us they all reside

Appearing often on televisions
Looking at the world, without a vision.

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

Pack of false

Even as camera’s roll ,
I bother not when they troll

For wonders last but nine days
And soon they become dead clays

But amongst all, I baffle
At the words, I made in full

Getting changed by reporters
Like the old Chinese whisper.

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

Beautiful Disaster

I have seen mountains boil coughing out volcanoes
Consuming every, both the young and old
Pouring down rage, exquisite and bold.

I have seen dark wraths tear humans apart
Without mercy or an atom of sympathy
Expunging all including fossil identity.

I have seen the sky unleash its thunder
Releasing trouble rains, mists, fogs and dews
But the best of their tranquil I saw was you.

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

Corona: Masked

I wear a mask not to pretend
But to find peace, defending earth.
I wear a mask not for fashion
Nor for the fun but to save lives…

I wear a mask not to share the
Pandemic fears but to save lives.
I wear a mask hiding no pain
Nor the rains of cold tears within.

I wear a mask not to disguise
Or hide my eyes from my remains
I wear a mask like fish to fin
Though not to swim, but to save lives.

I wear a mask not against dust
Entering nostril but to save lives.
I wear a mask to protect me
And you and heal from infection..

I wear a mask against venom
Humans have formed from the dark clouds.
I wear a mask in case I breath
The wind of death, so I save lives.

I wear a mask not for a crime
But to buy time and save more lives.
I wear a mask for I am scared
The world could end if I unmask.

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

Troubled couple

Two became one but
Under the same roof
We are both living
On different planets

Slowly the beats fadeouts
Our love seems to goof
Even when playing
We easily tear the nest..

Pouring a million words
Of abuses, quarreling
In our innermost hive
We burn our love page…

When people are gathered
We flip switch to acting
Romeo and Juliet’s love
All over the stage

We entertain the hall
They tag us lovebirds
We portray a rare gem
And eternal flame core

After the curtain falls,
We do not sustain beets…
But go back to mayhem
Like we were before.

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

FOMO ( Fear of missing out)

Journey of life takes me to a place
Where life is calm and peaceful
Though, sometimes grasses go dry
But once the rains comes they sprout

I dwelled underneath a friendly sky
Inhaling fresh air on healthy diets
I have a plan, to live a genuine life
Hence I stay focus on my lonely track

But the wind keeps bringing pictures
Of friends who flip to another path
Where milk and honey falls from the sky
On hands whose feet are on greener grass

Everyone I have ever known now glows
Adopting different accents and richly postures
“YOLO – You only live ones” they scream
Creating FOMO – “fear of missing out” in me

Every seconds a new picture drops
I see, life is fun and party to them
Feels I’m an eclipse, hence everyday
I wait for the earth to rotate, so I may glow

Looking around me, I see just me
And it takes me under the weather
Feeling lonely and underachieved
I just hope I am on the right track.

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

Lenses of Nature

When three ropes
Are tied together
It becomes stronger

The sky, air and soil
Are filled with glows
And treasures of all kinds

The beauty of nature
Is in everything
It connects together..

How wonderful is it
Seeing clouds gather
And let go of its weight,

Raining splendidly
Over tall hills and
On the green grasses

Giving life essence
And sprouting roots
Reasons to grow

How wonderful is it
That a Free falling water
Comes from a mere rock,

Valleys are between
Mountains standing tall
Reaching for the blue

While providing haven
For the eagles to stay
And regain lost strength

How wonderful is it
Seeing trees stretch
And reach for the blue,

While the rivers
At the bottom
Flows with great aplomb

Dispersing life and
Acting as mirrors,
Reflecting Gods wonders.

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

Womb Prose: Talking to the unborn

Hello, what would you do for fun,
In few months time, you will be born
Now your heartbeats, sound so sweet
I’ve seen your kicks and summersaults
Can’t wait to hold your tiny hands
On your cradle, innocent glance.

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

Ten things

There are ten things
I love about your body
First is from the cradle
Of your pacific eyes
Second is your beautiful smile,
That sparkles like the stars
Third is your gorgeous hair,
Dark as the night, long and silky…

Fourth are your amazing lips,
And kisses tasting like honey
Fifth are your miraculous palms
Whose touch lifts me higher
Sixth is your appealing skin,
Softer than the furs and wools
Seventh are your breastplates
Succulently filled with milk.

Eight is your ravishing shape
A very big figure eight
Nine; your straight hot legs
With steps blazing like fire
Ten is your innocence;
Damn! you are an Angel
The heavens are in trouble
You are the breeze of seduction.

Hallelujah! at times I wonder
How you fit in those clothes
Your numerous endowments
Could make the Devil repent…
I would never forget the date
Our nodes and paths crossed
It was under the blue sky,
I found you, burning the sun.

©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Coming of smash

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I ran out of luck, and had a shock
That the nuts are rare to the blind squirrels
The Elephant fell; I experienced hell.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I got no help, and no honor left,
Then I knew; that when you smile, the world smiles
A lot but, when you cry, alone will cry.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape
I adjusted my taste, and amended my faith
To enable me yield and let the pain lead
And breed me seeds that will cover the fields.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
It was condition that made crayfish bend
Hence, I only breath with hope and believes
Bearing it all, till the smash hits the shores.

©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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