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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.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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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
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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
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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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Bloods of earth
Vital liquid flows on earth
Conveying various nutrients
Held, yet formless and colorless,
Conveyed by different bodies.
Bless God for perfect designs
Creating mass, liquid droplets
Lost in wonders, how, where and what
Pumps and even generates it
Worries must be hydrophobic.
Bottom; treasures discovered
Reflects another wonder
Light and oxygen flows underneath
Just so aquatic lives should breath.
What a delight when submerge;
Peace and quiet will emerge
Swimming in the bodies of earth
While everything feels so alright;
Worries must be, hydrophobic.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The case of tomorrow
Tomorrow is a lady
Gorgeous and attractive
To have her, I have to create a plan
Living life like, it is my last
For her, I rise at sunrise
And at sunset, need teaches a plan.
I have open doors, hoping
To know tomorrow better
But she shows me a purse of pauper
Empty, when I welcome her,
At times she is a stone throw
But in reality she is farther.
No one has ever touched her
She must be a sweet virgin
In my dreams her hot image is shown
At sunrise, she disappears
Yet, I heard she is pregnant;
Till the time when her fruits will be known.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Womb Prose: Pregnancy line
When it rains, rainbows appear
When bumps come, something appears
It is a thick tiny dark mark
Vertically dividing the stomach
First it comes as a whitish line
And then begins to darken the line
How wonderful it is to say
A new life would be born someday
From linea alba to linea nigra
I kind of see a spiritual era
It was unnoticed some time ago
Until the bump began to grow
I was told; after birth it disappears
Could it be the path souls pass
Running from navel to pubic bone
Its function is still unknown
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Haiku: Embezzlement in government
Happy fleas
in doghouses are happy
While they leap.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Womb Prose: Man’s gift and joy
Children are gifts
and a joy to man
Growing in the womb
like plants in farm.
Stretching they kick
walls of mother’s sack
Their echoing heartbeats
pulls daddy back.
