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Unending vanity

In every generation
There is a strong adoration
For the excessiveness
Of general worthlessness
In both values and in pride
Whereas an end must hit a ride.

Vanity is indeed hidden
In time, and all the downtrodden
Leech on its predated
Fact that time is infinite,
Each generation have them
Hence, vanity may never end.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Time is indefinite

Today began from twelve
Tomorrow the same twelve
We live in time, a dream
Rolling camera’s film

Yesterday the Sun rose
Shining light on the road
Today, when summarized
Is same as analyzed…

Many of my mates grew
While I searched for my shoes
Could it be that my plans
Were broken like brittle glass

Thought I wouldn’t pull through
But little did I know
Time is indefinite
No one is ever late.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Today is mine

Today
Is all
I boldly
Call mine

Yesterday
Is ruthless
And careless
With time.

Tomorrow
Is brutal
Though hopeful
Most times.

Today
Is all
I boldly
Call mine.

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

Tough as an old boot

They say; the way home has the longest miles
Saying His grace, I wait for my hour

In your eyes, I am dull, weak and lazy…
Torn ligaments, cold tears gush from my eyes

I can’t remember the last time I smiled
Now a days, mountains keep growing taller

All things are hard before they get easy,
That was when Sunday mornings were easy

Not now when skies have swallowed the tower
Indeed; the way home has the longest miles.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Maiden of old times (Part 1)

The maidens of old times always stood out
Hiding in long gowns, fashion didn’t shout.

Hotness transmuted from an ancient dress code
She was shy yet, bold in men’s seventh cloud.

Now, long gowns are replaced with bras and pants
Nudity rewards are fashion effort.

Seems like maidens of old were Rivers dammed
Whose water over time, forced their way out.

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

Moving Past

Holes by the corner
Lessons and teachers
Band and a sealer
Bridge and a pillar
Built by a healer

Like force and actions
To all with functions
Use as it fashions
Past is a mansion
Just by a junction.

Travellers are dear
And are welcome there
To recline and cheer
To correct and share
Not to reside there.

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

Ode of earth

Can I crave your indulgence
To take you all, back in time
When the world was large and just
A virgin newly formed from dust…

Ancients we may name her now,
Then, She was freshest of nouns
For everything about her body
Had the taste of milk and honey.

Treasures and laws; irregular orders
Hence, for fleshy greed of genders
She became as loosed as a mush.
Didn’t the Creator stand and watch,

While emperors ripped and tore her pants
Grabbing all her succulent body parts
Ramming and raping her brutally….
Well; She spread and moan in jubilee.

All the ill they did her, She did not charge
They even stole her lands, wide and large
Building up the wealthy family roots
While the pure and just, fell and rot.

The ancient days, that once were
Filed its knives for striping her wears
And when they did, she echoed their tales
Singing; great warriors, who never fell.

Innocent necks these great warriors slit
She called weaklings, cowards, and unfit.
To all their tears that came in as flood
She open her mouth and swallowed the blood.

From colored dye, time removed the chrome
Like menstrual cycles; her off has come
The echoes of her voice now resounds
No more violence please, no more bloods

Seems she has seen all parts of the movies
She now distinguishes friends and enemies
Coming to her full senses about existence
She speaks against excuses and false pretense

For these current days, the terrorist
Have same fanatical mayhem mentality
That emperor of ancient rocks had swung
But She says, I’m time, I always change.

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

Greying

If white is for life
And black is for death
In-between colors
Of the black and white

At the verge of black
You may see a shade;
So overwhelming
At times demanding,

Look deep into it
Then you will see all
The long strides of time …
Blowing over yet,

Greener than the grasses
Deeper than moss green
Yellower than yolks
Darker than pea green

Awesome kind of tone
A dream of all seeds
Difficult to tag
Or ascribe a name;

With it comes wisdom
And patience; Grey is
Penultimately
Just more than a shade.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Gazing at the running child

Like the experience of tranquil and peace
Underneath water. My love for the kids
Is appealing and so satisfactory.

I confide with their harmless innocence
Oh my… oh my, where do babies come from,
A thousand toys and gadgets on the floor
Colors the room with such innocence.

Kettles from the fire waters the cereals
I picked up a spoon, to feed a baby
But with tender feet of low stamina
In flashes of light, tittering and giggling

Completing ten strides in just one second,
Round and round the room the little one runs;
They are the mirrors, that shows am aging.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A trace of wrinkle

The young shall grow; I will say
When I recall the moments of clay
The big ones played some time ago;
Oh sweet memories, never let go.

These tall trees were once little
I didn’t plant, but my small kettles
Watered stems and roots till they grew
Their true reflections, I always knew…

Rewinding time, I had no hairs on jaws
And for fun, ignorantly I broke laws
Precision, I describe all smells in air
At the mirror, breeze blew my grey hairs…

Spilling my candies and sprinkles
Then I saw a trace of wrinkle;
I watched many kids grow in time
Funny how I skipped noticing mine.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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