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Hazel’s Diary: Watching Baby Hazel Sleep

At times she cries, but my grip
Gently rocks her into sleep
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
There is a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
That gives me gigantic joy
Watching her rest without roil;
On my capable shoulders
As her dark eyelashes flutter
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.

Could it be her striking pose
Or the way she placed her nose?
Whichever it is, she brings
Joy as a gift to my ring
And a fresh sweet morning breath…
In all dimensions, she scents
Like Rose in her cradle bed
Showering us love instead.
O what a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.

While sleeping she slowly smiles
Like the Angels in lala lands
Blew at her, a million kisses
Baptizing her compliments,
For the love her parents pour
Has no rival, claws and flaws
Hence, when she burst into tears,
She can swear, we will be there,
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
Wish she would not grow older
Under our arms and shoulders.

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

Hazel’s Diary: At three weeks

Ever since heaven smiled on me
With an Angel I hold and rock
My life has been so beautiful,
I wrap my arms around her tight
I stare at her all through the night
I get butterflies when she smiles
Today Hazel is three weeks old.

The dawn arrives when she wakes
Loving care never pumps brakes
For it brings joy side by side
Filling my heart to brim with pride
Hence I let nothing bother my child
There goes my beautiful jewel
Today Hazel is three weeks old.

I keep her safe and count her toes
I slide my fingers down her nose
I kiss her forehead, cheek and lips
I reach out to her when she turns
Throwing her glove fist in the air
The look in her eyes says; I love you
Today Hazel is three weeks old.

I watch her stretch her tenderness
While she yawns in innocence
All she does is suck, sleep and shit
Fourteen slash two, is Valentine’s day
But my love for her is everyday
Standing by her in tears and joy
Today Hazel is three weeks old.

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

Hazel’s Diary: Cradle cuddle

You make me look stupid
Losing my composure
I am privileged having
You, that I am sure…

Your magnanimity
Can not be measured
It makes the stars to
Lose their cynosure.

Hotter than the Sun
It is my pleasure
Holding a beautiful soul
Covered from exposure

By a spotless nascent skin
Fresh and soft in texture;
Nothing beats the feeling
Cuddling my own treasure.

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

The lookalikes

From the rocks of all ages,
I can not distinguish
Parent birds and offsprings
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of

But how do lovers choose
A lookalike for rings,
When taking the glove off
Further bending the truth
That; “one plus one is one”

Many differ from Adam
But after knotting ties
They get two gifts in lieu
One from kids of the womb
Second comes up in grey.

I have seen a balance
From produce of unions,
Between mother and child,
Yet at the other edge
You see features of dad.

If you are Mr. Thomas
Take a walk down the park
Watch families merry
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of.

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

Life after graduation

Million candles burnt
To realize a dream
I was the best there was
And I knocked giants down
Back in school days.

They really craved to be me
And have all skills I acquired….
But each time they attempted
My steel fist sent them packing
Back in school days.

Definitely I was born
To become the greatest of all
Even the thunder trembled
And Earthquake feared me,
Back in school days

But now fast forward
To the days way after
My blood and sweat poured
Just to reach the peak, after life
Back in school days.

Upon getting there, I discovered
That the world was peaceful
For a Warrior of my skills
And I couldn’t fit in like I did
Back in school days…

The more I tried to communicate
I sounded like an Alien
And I had to bend a kneel for
The leaders, the same folks I won
Back in school days…

But a voice whispered in my ear,
“My dear, you are a warrior
Jobless or not, to be a warrior
You do not need war, like
Back in school days”.

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

Two homeless men

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
Under the sun and moon light
You seem not worried at all
I see your barefooted print
A thousand miles, yet you smile.

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I see you catching a nap
With no mattress and pillow
I wonder how you got here
As an image of sorrow.

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I see you clear like crystal
But I say no word to you
I baffle how you manage
To squeeze in bins when it rains…

Everyday I walk by
The road where you made a home
I wish I could talk to you
Perhaps help you in any way
But I am like you, homeless
And my life is torn apart.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Celebrate my love

Jesus is to Christmas day
What you are to today!
Why wouldn’t I celebrate?

I will like to let you know
That you worth more than gold
Why wouldn’t I celebrate?

Your beauty is both in and out
Our family is blessed to have you
Why wouldn’t I celebrate?

You are my natural Highness,
And my sweet comforter
Why wouldn’t I celebrate?

Even this birthday smiles,
Because you are amazing
Why wouldn’t I celebrate?

Cheers to my lovely wife,
Today kick starts a greater height
Happy Birthday to you my love!

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

The death race

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Away from varying slates
At some point in this race
According to our fate
We shall be called, “it or late”.

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Into a distant land
According to God’s plan
So live life like you can
Today hop on the van.

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
To a place from the clay
And illusions of rays
Coming from yesterday
It might be yours today,

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Dwelling in shadow’s scene
Swimming in fearless stream
Yes, it is finish line;
Realm of forever dream.

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

Best outfit

Hope you know the best outfit when all
Is cold like a snow or extreme hot
Like the Sun is not pride nor coward?

There are times when the sky would fall down
And the ground would not be kind to hide
You from the shame, and the disaster…

There are times when nothing goes as planned
Yet the day wouldn’t end as a dream
Instead like sun, it heightens and rises.

And such times, ropes may come for the blue
Beside notes but somehow I wish you
Write poetry and change the whole story

Knowing that the tears are temporary
And suicide is no option at all
Drop the ropes, joy will come at the dawn.

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

A voice from Nigeria

Nothing will make me grab a rope
Just because my world hit the slope
I might have not been to Europe

But I do not have to go suicidal
Just because of someone else’s potential
Although I have not been to Asia

But before Butterfly was Caterpillar
I have to grow and not think of Antarctica
In Africa, for I have not been to Australia

Nothing will make me empty a bar
Simply because I have no luxury car
I might have not been to America

But my ink and papers have traveled
And my poetic voice have been heard
By different races across the world.

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