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Fear not for i hold you in my heart
I was not bought but was made
In the perfection of the image of the maker
My heart smiles to you all for your good wishes
You sang melodiously to me in tribulation
To calm my dying soul which seek help.
I won't forget your kindness in the dark
But your warmth enduring smiles will last
Forever in my smiling heart of hope.
Tell Ugonma, i am doing good now
She is not a deceiver all i know
To Ugochinyere, for holding my pen
THose times i dosed off on the table in the night
Tell Nnamdi, i forget not his tales and poems
My ears are dying to listen again without pain
Mother was there when the dreams were slippery
Away but she made my heart smiled again
Thanks to the great beholders of pen
They inspired me dawn and dusk in their books
Acknowledgement so long i wrote in absence of gut
Inspire my orders in the dawn not revised motion
Skeletal wishes from the immovable heart of a queen
To Ranyinudo, for guiding my thoughts to book
I won't forget the whispering of that lonely queen
She sang to me and showed me what love means to her
To the people of Exra-ordinary- talents(POET) warm wishes
Embraces to Mccoy, who slept every day with the manuscript
Kisses have i sent to father for his moral support
My sister showed me what womanhood stood for, grace to her
My brother danced day and night to see me through
My heart smiles to you all for your kind gesture
Register your good deeds in your heart
some are registered in my palms for rewards
I wished for my wish to become a wish come true
So to increase your worth and value
Say me well to Nwayibe, i hold her
Tight in my heart but my erudite pen will fail me in honouring you here.
TO Ifeanyi, i love your courage
TO Mbanefu, i promise never disappointing
Disgrace not fear but handle him with care.
To chimaobim, I am becoming a great writer.
To Ifesinachi, thanks for teaching me how to hold pen
John chizoba vincent cares, i cares for you all
To ifedayo, i promise to beat the drum louder.
To my ancestral home, i will write about
You when the world recognizes my voice
To my humble friend, the pen, i hold you high above all
My image maker, God, i love you above all
My photocopy, mother, i missed your love
To my carbon copy, father i am doing just fine.
My humble heart smiles to you all.
©John chizoba Vincent
Admiration For the Person You’ve Become
Don’t ever forget you will always be my little boy
Reflecting in the year’s past of your favorite toy
Was also your security blanket that you always kept near
A mere little stuff rabbit you loved so much dear
If it disappeared, it would always reappeared
From the washing to the drier because it had been so soiled
As you grew older the little artist and Shakespeare you became
Pictures, flowers, poems I would find I’d date and write your name
There were times fear overtook your little mind sweetheart
You would walk in your sleep until the pain would go away from your heart
You'd whisper in my ear to tell me you loved me
You always wanted to be like your daddy, inventive
You've become a man, “Mama I love you” you still tell me
You've become the carbon copy of your dad and passive
We are so proud you took the road of responsibility
Your dad and I agree
You are still my little artist and Shakespeare full of joy
Don’t ever forget you will always be my little boy
Admiration For the Person You’ve Become
2/27/2016
My Lovely Children
A Gift You Are
Who would have thought I would be blind
To eternal sunshine that’s mind
The day you were born was the beginning
My heart's petals bloomed most compelling
Tears of joy I shed while I saw you smile
In my arms I knew the pain was worthwhile
Lullabies sung and hummed to bring comfort sleep
As you lay in your crib without a peep
Challenges as you grew with bumps and bruises with footfalls
Sticky fingers, scattered toys, fancy artwork on the walls
Meaningful memories as I look into your eyes
Of the mischief you use to get into, but I was wise
I'll always be here whenever you need me
Stand by you, whoever you decide to be
Eternal sunshine that was mind is still my total joy
Don’t ever forget you will always be my little boy
2/9/2016
This is dedicated to my three wonderful sons that I cradled in my arms and wish I still was
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TENSED ACKNOWLEDGEMNT
To mother, my photocopy
To mother's love so high
To her undying feelings
My image maker in the eve of
My waxing re-refinement
Things will never be left unsaid
Words will never be left untouched
But reasons be kept in my mind to love
She bred me in mountain to redefine the
Image of my root
Hear me mother, i cometh forth
In me lies faith and drive so
Pure to redirect light to shine
Among those black hearts that lives down the valley .
To father's brave spirit that materialized my image
My carbon copy, my second god
The smiles of my soul in the new moon
My heart of thanks rest not until
Those tears will be shade in my present for joy
I have brought from abroad
Hear me daddy. i curse not the day you
Welcomed me to your wonderful home
Like a rose, i will spring forth, erect
smile to the beautiful moon, look at the
Sun in the face for not in me was fear made
Not in me was hatred bred.
I cometh forth to redeem and bring light.
To sister, the bravest of all
When the circumstances was tensed
You stood firmly behind me in unity against
All odds to see me through.
Those funny stupid move of searching for the
Faded identity of which i was made
You recreate my being and gave me reasons to break
Forth the stories of unattained dreams
showered me love in hatred
here i come in peace.
To brother, the handsome of all
To his most intelligent moves
Am almost there Ugomsinachi
I am becoming a great novelist and poet.
Words unsaid hurt a lot in heart
The sky knows my worth, the moon smiles to ease my pains
The air, sun and grasses are never asleep.
As i have thought in recent years
I will be coming home
Coming for my dream wife to reign.
Say me well for i write not for the craving night
To see the day in this world of agony
To Madam Moses, i love, she bred the Hero in me
To MRs Esther, i deserve, she kissed awAy my pains
To mr Uche, he made the light
I forget not the erudite viewers and writers
Who cheered me always at the contest
Never get tired, i am coming for the prize
is not all alone.
(c) JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT
Genuine Fecklessness Exemplifies Despondent Creature Because...
Lackluster life lived
as each subsequent day,
a carbon copy
of the one before,
though far from
being clinically depressed, this boar
ring guilt ridden Capitalist decries
mass consumerist paradigm
satiating the whore
rub bull Lady Liberty, where more
disinclination arises, per
crossing upcoming birthdays corridor
January 13th finds
increased repugnance being part
of materialistic culture club
as hellacious tore
char, implied societal behavior
expects blind submission
subjected to glore
re: us lee spouting
hallelujah nauseating your
every five senses to accept
point blank, Nee pay adore
ration, asper goyish gaiety bon jure
blared, foisted, and
lobbed upon every
man, woman, and child of society,
which imposition, this
outlier doth deplore
as an avowed antiestablishmentarian
to thee very core,
of my being, who
experiences continuous ab hoar
rent theoretical strings
of disappointments pour
ring down (like confetti)
from on high, viz directly
linkedin as nonconformist eyesore
from cradle to... when,
me cremated ashes get scattered,
though right now... still technically
alive, at least... I think so
(despite not yet),
being gratefully dead...
nearing three score
years, yet upon
my demise wherefore
welcoming relief against
(feeling like the oddball),
shares his glumness
weighing me down, where
every step an arduous chore
his compunction being open to explore
living off the grid, or
alternatively joining thee dacor
oven intentional community,
cuz he seems severely mismatched,
where vast material consumption,
especially accentuated with
holiday season heavily pitched
to spend every
last red cent, (and beg
borrow, max out on credit, or steal)
to splurge for
expectation to endure
the helter skelter frenetic
Black Friday and Cyber Monday
fire sales kindling
a bonanza galore!
I have never believed I would be blind
To eternal sunshine that's mind
The day you were born was the beginning
My heart's petals bloomed most compelling
Tears of joy I shed while I saw you smile
In my arms I knew the pain was worthwhile
Lullabies sung and hummed to bring comfort sleep
As you lay in your crib without a peep
Challenges as you grew with bumps and bruises with footfalls
Sticky fingers, scattered toys, fancy artwork on the walls
Meaningful memories as I look into your eyes
Of the mischief you use to get into, but I was wise
I'll always be here whenever you need me
Stand by you, whoever you decide to be
Eternal sunshine that was mind is still my total joy
Don't ever forget you will always be my little boy
I miss those days we took the time to enjoy
Reflecting in the year's past of your favorite toy
Was also your security blanket that you always kept near
A mere little stuff rabbit you loved so much dear
If it disappeared, it would always returned unstained
From the washing to the drier because it had been so stained
As you grew older the little artist and Shakespeare you became
Pictures, flowers, poems I would find I'd date and write your name
There were times fear overtook your little mind sweetheart
You would walk in your sleep until the pain would go away from your heart
You'd whisper in my ear to tell me you loved me
You always wanted to be like your daddy, inventive
You've become a man, "Mama I love you" you still tell me
You've become the carbon copy of your dad to a tee
We are so proud you took the road of responsibility
You can pursue a world of endless possibility
You are still my little artist and Shakespeare full of joy
Don't ever forget you will always be my little boy
5/10/2018
Their Image Forever Embedded Within My Mind
This is dedicated to my three wonderful sons that I cradled in my arms and wish I still was
The last page in the final book of a series
is said to be a cliffhanger
the best part of an exciting adventure...
I feel I may be finished
I feel this may be the final pages
or just another sick twisted joke I've decided to conduct on myself
for I am awaiting a fool
to prove to me there's still sunsets in silhouette dreams
Mayday Parade
I have spoken their name in endless sequences
like they were imaginary sand castles just being swept away in high tide
or maybe I just picture that being me
My days have grown dull and bleak
my nights in return, long and headache prone
Somehow the carbon copy has been me
and the seed of originality has been thrown into a lava pit I can't see
Flames of Panic, Flames of Embrace
just an array of flames with a solid label
I crave a time machine to go back five years...
five years before I was caught off guard...
I crave a time machine to go back five years...
five years to when I was last happy
...13, unlucky 13
I've hardly been lucky...
Twist, scream, contort
all actions committed under a comforting cover
to combat the frightful images playing in the subconscious
but I'm barely conscious
The sun is my movie screen
and I have fallen asleep by act two
Asleep and running away from the people who would possibly persuade to constantly lie to me
chase me into oblivion
Scarlett Jade, my mermonic butterfly
Scarlett Jade, my Flames of Embrace
why must you try so hard to get rid of me...
Why must you build me up like a tower
to a bulldozer tear me down...
Why...
Why...
All these irrelevant things walk hand in hand
holding hands with relevant dreams
while building sand castles at the beach
and I, the lonely fisherman
sit here anxiously, harmonizing with an imaginary friend
to ask the ocean air the question
'Is everyone here make believe? '
Self's colors-change in the modes of wanting,
as a chameleon in the daylight,
as the seasons fade to black, hunting season
where loyalty is clothed in sackcloth,
used as a knapsack with monogrammed font.
To embellish the pride inside, attacks reason.
Game played, war waged against trust and integrity,
hair trigger, sights blurred and uncalibrated.
Sport saved for fair weather and played-with
when in moods of folly-misunderstood
as heart's pedigree, but self the only royalty.
In the mists where lovers-lie, dormant
on the rocks of
sacrifice,
sprayed and neutered with the scent of the world,
blessed by holly-wood burning to ashes,
embraced skeletons of Pride's carbon copy fairytale.
Convenience, just a behemoth-witch of cull,
changes the love's color to grey-scale,
when it fits the bill of soul sale.
No effort no altruistic deeds,
no walls scaled or ride on valiant steed,
no searchlight, or care but for selfish greed.
Just a crone noose and bonfire of vanity,
just a cast of thespian spells playing part
in new reality.
Scale-weighs, and reckoning's executioner-pendulum swings
and approaches with royalties-undertaker
with box of pre-fitted manacle rings
empty in hand save for null need,
as truth-sees eye to eye-darkness looks away, cares not for its deeds,
Rewards itself handsomely,
a black wedding knot to tie.
Vows weigh the truth's true order of things,
from it's wheelhouse shipwreck beacon by the sea.
Sees souls found wanting, rescue, denied
and sees the light go forth from it's spotlight,
a disorder to groom with a whore for a bride
and open bedroom.
A vacancy window, black hole portal that blocks the sunlight from it's boardroom orgy of doom.
Hold my hand!
Forget my tears.
Let me show you papa's grave,
he was a hero with a basket mouth.
He tinted our future with his wagging Lips,
his eyes, a staccato of his old self.
Stop romancing your fear and live in me,
we once asked him of bread but stone,
he gave to us breaking the natural law.
He beat mama and lynched her shadow.
Do not remember of yesterday he went with,
remember our tomorrow in our hands,
for we know not which cook whether the
fire or the pot on the firewood...
Do you know he impregnated Chioma?
Do you know he killed Kambili for money?
Do you know you have been sold off into slavery?
You don't belong here any more! You don't!
Our Images stocked in his eyes as he went,
Spirited rushes of unknown deity beckon,
my soul has grown deeper like rivers of Jordan.
I ask mother where broken dreams go,
she pointed at papa's grave yard with tears.
This is Papa's grave and his dreams looting,
The carbon copy of our Images...
The photocopy of our honesty went with him.
This is Papa, a warriorwith a basket mouth.
You speak of me as a river Nile
You can tell the moon and the stars
when you understand their conjunction.
Brother, we have no future with these images,
observe my fate and faith dreadfully,
we belong not together any more.
Papa separated the images of our blood,
for stubborn ignorance existed with him.
Even though we don't understand ourselves anymore,
For the sake of this insanity rolling in.
We were made to strife and grieved...
When this tinsel is broken apart,
maybe, we can share the meatless meal again,
not his brutality and rigid zealousness.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Cam'god
Shared attention, maybe I am more lost than I thought
here separate me, cut me up into a hundred different pieces
I'm already being pulled into a hundred different directions
Why can't it all stop if for a moment
let it all stop
enough to capture these scattered thoughts brought to life
running amok in this realm of living
Can I have a moment to myself, a place of solitude and comfort
can I have a small second to hide and be alone
to escape this soap opera lifestyle and breathe
collect the things I've lost in this scavenger hunt
My promise, it's starting to crumble
I promised to try, try harder than I ever have before
be perfect, be this carbon copy model
something out of a book, out of a movie
but I'm made out of flesh and bone
not paper and string
How can I commit when I'd rather just be omitted
Something shine on a right choice
my judgement is failing and I could really use some guidance
only one caveat if you will indulge me:
Please don't tell me, don't say to me
I need to give a much needed tour to the recesses of my world
it'll just leave unanswered questions and heavy answers
I don't need everyone know, not just yet
that I am angry at no one...angry at everyone...
AANGRY AT MYSELF! ! ! !
It's like I'm in a corner of a brightly in the room
and an unknown hand silently turned off the light
leaving me in the dark with a smirk
and a glowing imprint on the wall
'We are all mad here'
if that's true, than why am I the only one who exists
in this dark cramped space
breaking down this wall with my face
to no avail....
In Memory of my close, good friend, Roger Ebert, international movie critic from Chicago, whose wisdom and warmth…. left us far too soon!
Some made me howl, some put me in tears.
Some so adventurous..I was in total fear.
These are ones, I have seen more than once.
Truly, making me as pleased as punch.
Annie Hall
Big
Bananas
Best Years of Our Lives
Beverly Hills Cop 1,2
Black Orpheus
Black Swan
Casino
Carbon Copy
Christmas Story, A
Coming to America
Copycat
Damien
Days of Wine and Roses,The
Dirty Harry Series
Days of Wine and Roses
Evil Under the Sun
Fargo
Fast Times at Ridgemont High
Final Conflict, The
Firm, The
Fugitive, The
Flatliners
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Goodfellas
Hannah and Her Sisters
It’s a Wonderful Life
Jaws. 1,2
Klute
Lethal Weapon 1,2,3
Licensed to Drive
Lost Boys
Midnight Cowboy
Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street
Omen, The
Poltergeist
Professional, The
Rebel Without A Cause
Red Shoes, The
Risky Business
Romeo and Juliet
Rosemary’s Baby
Schindler’s List
Sixteen Candles
Serpico
Sharknado
Shawshank Redemption
Space Odyssey
Splendor in the Grass
Stripes
Umbrellas of Cherbourg, The
Uncle Buck
West Side Story(1st Version)
White Christmas
7/29/2022
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