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Never stop dreaming

Experience is not hermaphrodite
Knowledge in youth is wisdom at old
Who fathers wit, if experience
Is the mother of wisdom ?

Every giant has a building block,
Millions of sands under the rocks
Certain adages are just headlines
Not all eggs laid are fertilized,

Skills are safer when developed
Attempts and experiences tie knots
To become indispensable
Without them, wisdom is stillborn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Letter to my children

Wit, an empty field
Oh, there is nothing
Painful and devastating
As a basin claiming;
To be, to brim filled.

Beating its drum loud
But at crucial moment
Which success and growth
Is so dependent –
– on, it pours empty cloud.

So my dear children,
Please listen, be wise
Open ears and eyes
Yes, talk freely most times
But don’t beat your chest.

Be humble, my son
And daughter, apply-
-Sense, it never lies
Look up, look at the sky
Do you see the Sun-

-shinning all the time?
Though its heat can roast
The world, it still toast
To life, light, and warmth
Smiling all the time.

So my dear children,
Please listen, be wise
Open ears and eyes
Yes, talk freely most times
But never beat your chest.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Epic – Rainbow Berets

I see no reason to get involved,
But in this part of the world;
Thunder make noise that bleeds
Through non-existing sounds.

I’ll be a man for the sake of my kindred
Not for a fool or confraternity coward
Who reads into every colour creed.

By the rainbow road
Above the sky is blue:
When I’m in all yellow,
I reflect fashions not halo.

If I trend a path of you
I’m sorry is what I’ll tell you,
For colors are meant for use.

White, brown, green or red
Cultist, don’t get mad at me:
God created the rainbows too…
Say no to cultism, let my color muse.

To hell with your beret coloured head
Stop taking pride in the shamefulness of bad
And let my rainbow muse.

Wisdom Of Solomon

Wisdom of Solomon

 

If Solomon were to be a golfer,

Gladly, I’ll be his most-faithful caddy

Learning lessons hoard like haze

Learn his wise ways in all ways

And never be folly sway in a day.

 

Advice Odysseys of things to say

Jonah wouldn’t be scared to do what God say

Learning lessons hoard like haze

Learn his wise ways in all ways

And Alexander would avoid a Judas way

 

Copy and learn from a teaching history

Clap a thunder and lean to his victory

Carrying his most heavy witty white wining golf

Crying so bitterly if ever he drops

Comfort and convince him to try again

 

Carrying his heavy windbag of witty clubs

Cost a lot like salty caviars

Cross and Jesus like; Sacrifices

Carefully, I’ll watch his good ways

‘Come on’, he’ll say.

 

 

 

        By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

        © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

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