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Onion cause tears

Life is sweet, but grows to become sour
Nothing is synonymous to flowers
Than making it to the topmost tower
There are two ways up there, but avoid fears
One is step by step, the other is fast share
Onion mean well but it could cause some tears.

True character is seen when power,
And money is huge like whales that blower
In cool comfort, the raindrops and showers
Overnight makes all blemishes to clear
But the way to the top has many broken chairs
Onion mean well but it could cause some tears.

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

Nigeria: Our Conspicuous Attitude

Nigerians; in all areas
Are blessed with enormous wealth.
In our shells, our nuts are small
Outside it, we shine so bright.

Nigerians; the green white fans
Dance it out, in full support.
We are broke, only in books
When we spend we shut malls down.

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

Guided by fortune

I have dug deep down the ground
Where diamonds and golds can be found.
Searching for treasures and pearls,
At the bottom of the oceans.

The more I search, less I find
But in reluctance, comes reward
Suggesting that, like love faces
Fortune could be found in strange places.

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

Twenty lines of reality

Where are the Kings
The Queen and Knights
Those who were strong
In histories and songs?

Where are the folks
The richest of works
Creams of societies
In previous centuries?

Are their lineages
Same across all ages?
Time is all I fancy
Because of its legacy.

You may be the king
Or a Queen of the ring
But please remember
We are all; time users.

Every age has a shuffle
Powers will always shift
To death there is no bribery
We are all its rivalry.

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

Ode of a rich and poor

In every
Generation,

There is
An ascension

Just like
An hot air balloon

Thus bringing forth
A nouveau riche

As this happens,
Somewhere somehow

Tyre deflates
Nouveau pauvre

Suddenly becomes
Of a wealthy.

Like breath
Like death,

Beyond wishes
Some are

Born rich
As others

Become
Impoverished;

Acknowledging
Indeed, times change.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The rectitude

I am human
With errs in life
I may be stray
In my lost ways

But I can not
In storms and rains
Take to the streets
A paper kite.

I chose a point
With less of flies
Not for supplies
But rest of mind

Within the bounds
Of breath and sight
Screaming behind
The gleam of lights

Yes I am poor
In your own eyes
But rich to me
Under moonlight.

So take your wealth
And buy a life
I can not kill
Or take a breath

In the rightness
Of principle;
Rectitude is
My way of life.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tunnel to wealth

Every night and days I stare
There is this thing about you dear
It is like sunshine of cheer

One stop shop, a class at its best
You are the word to swell pockets
You are the hearts tunnel to wealth.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Wealth is love

Wealth is upthrust
To iron that rust
In seas of dust.

Have you noticed
Beauty and beast
Do not just exist

Except if beast
Has fancy feast
On golden sheet

With wine to toast
A spinning wealth
That beauty felt.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Bill Gate’s mind

Photograph of Bill Gates (Source: Facebook)[/caption]

#Verse I

There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.
Ashes and chains
No loss no gain….
A mind that sells
Is well detailed.

#Verse II

There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.
All it entails
Is head not tail,
A mind that sails
May pass and fail.

#Verse III

There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.
To be the Bills,
You need make plans
Rotate like fans
Of the windmills.

#Verse IV

So fame a frame
It makes a film,
A very big name
Trademarks and gains.
There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.

Sea in storm

Cheers to my head shaped nation
Lying on the bed of roses…
In Lugard’s unification.
Three tribes wry for the best
That was; slavery annexation,
Your fathers and mothers must have smiled.

Cheer-up, the worst is yet to come
Not for long, snow skins had to go
Hearts sees what brain know not
Green and white Eagles flip flopped a storm
Men are what their mother made them…
But, what was her goal?

Drink on, I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
Eagles meant celebrating with the storm.
Tribune must have turned, issuing tribulation.
East now tweets “why not serve in stand and wait”
West had issues with same power.
Hold a man down, you have to stay down.

Drink for that he has is better than ours
South south wealth and loses
North masked no joke grenades
Religion and crises,
Boko Haram is to them what perfume is to flowers.
My headshaped nation has a sea in a storm.

(C) 2012
The-True-Poesy

written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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