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Lament from tribal marks
Before the mouth produces a sound
Before the tongue would even be heard
I provided details of such nativity…
To tradition; I was its nitty gritty,
Finding my way down torn mortal flesh
Significantly more than scars can fetch
I had varying lines on the leather trace
Birthed from the blades of tribes and race.
I dignified pride, I was the mark of heritage
A healer older than the rock of age
I saved millions of lives from a bloodbath
Although I was also a victim of my own fate
I provided a tribal identification
Until my hosts felt I was an ugly vulture
A cock and bull hovering a cultural based
Disfiguring a supposed beautiful face…
As the night makes way for a new day
My existence gradually fades away
From bodies I gave the warmest embrace
Distinguishing them from another tribe and race.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: I would always be there
Now little Hazel don’t you cry
Dad’s gonna be there all the time
He is your baby sitter, take high five…
Guffawing and chuckling, mess with the flour
Feel free, it is your time and that is for sure
Like a janitor, Dad’s gonna clean up the floor.
You’ve got a super hero in your Dad
That is a reason you no know harm
And forever will be his beautiful charm
But whenever you cross a road,
Busy or not, with or without a load
Always remember your crossing guard.
Now little Hazel, don’t you cry
Daddy’s always gonna be by your side
In the softest part of his heart is where you reside
Worry not about alarms and grounds that may shake
Daddy’s a firefighter he will keep you safe
From any form of eerie flames and shame…
Daddy’s girl worry about not a thing,
He is gonna buy you a diamond ring
And drive you round town, hearing you sing
With the names of your favorite toys and pets
If your pet ever fall sick, gnash no teeth
In dad you’re got the greatest of vets.
Although he is gonna give you all the tools;
That wouldn’t stop him from fighting your battles
He is proudly your watchman and force man too
Don’t you worry when your toys break or tear;
He is also your mechanic, he would repair
In his hats, are rabbits he pulls out to share
Enlightening you on all you need to know,
As your talent coach, your talents shall grow
And as your teacher, your grades shall know no low…
Just think about anything delicious; you got a chef,
A waiter and a baker, in dad and on his shelf
He has the recipes, the very best for your health…
Now little Hazel, hemorrhage may come
Daddy’s gonna be your superb doctor
Healing you, don’t be scared to explore
Life is a river, and if when you swim
In the shallowest or ones filled to brim
Remember, a life guard you have in him.
Now little Hazel don’t you cry
Daddy may not be there all the time
After you’ve recited those nursery rhymes
But as your mail carrier, let it be clear
That you are forever his baby girl
And only good news your ears shall hear
Though everyday you learn new tricks
Dad is the scientist caught up in the mix
Studying all your new discoveries…
They say; what you sow is what we reap,
Daddy is a farmer, you were once his seed
Now a bountiful harvest is all he sees…
(c) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Lab rats in gloom
Where has the sun gone
Where has the moon gone
Where has the stars gone
Anarchy is now a norm.
Not the snow you know
Nor water that flows
Since high hit the lows
Nothing at all seems to glow…
Staring at the doom
Weaving like the loom
Threads of gloom that bloom
In Face-mask entry room…
Dress to kill indeed
No one cares breed,
Color, or the seed;
Dumping all sects and creeds…
Case of flap or die
Birds no longer fly;
Now Vials from blue skies
Claiming to restore life…
Vessels in the dark
Alight Noah’s Ark…
Injected on marked
Passports; We are lab rats.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Inner content
I am a man whose thoughts and foods
Are; “good walls makes good neighbors”
So I can’t break it to you
Fools like me respect boundaries.
With my foolishness comes a soul
Akin to no beau monde blitz…
Without sight there is no offer
If only the face behoves me
I don’t like an empty tea
Beauty is only a skin deep
And when it speaks it should show all
All the hats including cattles.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
