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Sonnet: Seasons in African

Over here we don’t say winter
Or make use of the word; summer

You might have springs and autumn
But we both fancy flowers on tomb.

We can tell, the type of season
From rays, when the sky is crimson.

Down south it pours as it rains for sure
Meaning the Sun shield its sword.

As soon as the rainy season stops
The soil dries up, and so do crops…

Seasons change, nectars for bees
We don’t feel the scorch you see;

From Sahara, Harmattan wind blows.
While you celebrate Christmas in snows.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Humble glints

Taken from the glitch and rage
On a stage, I once failed.
Shining like the sunlight
I expressed, the bright sides.

Hence I turned all the pages,
From the blast of past life
Into awesome stories
You would love to read about.

I have turned ugly thoughts
Into beautiful stars..
Come see my humble glints
Hung in the hall of fame.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

That’s whatsup ..!

The rain do not fall all the time
Whence the leaves starts to drop
As the beauty that fades with age…
While the season causes lips to dry
Who will be there by your side.

Flirting and pimping; that’s whats-up…
Remember, summer don’t last forever
When nature plays its own part
Will you like to be found praying
For a miracle then; or do right now?

Today will be judged by tomorrow
A neck without a head is irrelevant
It is like, a boat on a dry land
When wind blows cold upon your bed
Who will be there to butter your bread?

Don’t be distracted by shiny objects
Random kisses are overwhelming
Until you wake up at midnight
Only to hear; “I love you” muttering
From family; then you will understand…

You have been redundant in fantasy
Where the sun shines all the time
Alongside the moon and the stars;
And the lights never go out at night
Guiding your foot along such a path.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Creator’s Computers

Believing He hears us when we speak
Whether aloud, muttering in brink
Life is an Ocean, so float or sink.
Note; we are all to death, a fink
Sets of computers, with varying kinks;
Aren’t you freaked out by such tricks?

I hope it is yes, because life is a jink
Captivating like Webfoot’s mink
I am me, eyes of me, several blinks.
Loosing my nerves, while I think
Ocean’s colors, pathways and link
Do you too see beyond the pink?

Exploring, my brain attempts to shake
These dead ends, are firewalls I think
Setting a limitation with my inks
Drawing and writing, all I think
But when I paint, I fall to my dink
Wondering about the water I drink.

Should the world, crash and shrink
Or burn and turn to void, a staking rink
Will all wonders and mystries just wink
And fade away like it never blinked
I hope these Firewalls falls or leaks
So I can visualize the things you think.

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

Sonnet: Until our burial

The daylight comes with its stresses
Every challenges wears different dresses
But the shadow view of the lonely nights
Cast an ugly beauty with a fright.
Fetching visible ghost in the solid air
Naked or clothed, pulling strands of hair;
While the maggots, drills, sacred areas.

Outlaws, we are same under the blue,
Let’s struggle till, our season is through,
Life is a crime, death is a jailer’s shark
Devouring and unpacking bags of rags.
As our enamoring bodies turn open fire
Burning us all, till dry bones are similar;
We are only strong or weak, till our burial.

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

Shy inside a shell

Let the world hear your voice,
I know you keep to yourself
But what’s the need of a shelf
If there are no books inside.

Most eyes that loves shed some tears;
While residing inside for years…
Who will be left to comfort you
In days of the stormy nights,

The essence of having a shell
Isn’t only for nuts, or snails
To hide inside and never relate
Live life now before its late.

There will be no appreciation
Of your enamoring identity,
If self-esteem overprotection
Has a better side of your life.

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

Lost before kickoff

Like a native frying pan
I am but a naked man,
Ready for life contest
A contest of the swift…

Racing to climb the hill
Hence the mark I kneel
But there come challenges
Change of rules and pages…

“Step forward if you are white”
In spite of the prerequisite
The White forks had all edges
I, Black.. watched my jinx

Each who made it through
Had a lot of gadgets and tools
To take them within seconds
Should the race begin soonest.

With no boost or vantage
I had to begin from my cage
Several miles behind, their traces
Hoping in vain to win the race.

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

Lost in the city

Rowdy, crowdy and busy;
Yet absolutely empty.
Such a pity to dwell
In such a lonely city.

Looking so beautiful
Incredible outwardly;
But within is a volcano
Consuming all he knows.

Not even an Angel
Nor it’s white shadow
In the corridors
Or retrospect in his life.

Blankets and pillows
No longer hold the cold
Tearing and creating holes
Freely at its will…

Through the window
The same cold blows
The tears on the pillow
So the cycle continues…

Lost in loneliness
He has no one to run to
No one to cry to
No one to care for.

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

Building Animosity

Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.

Red traces of annoyance shows
A rusty face, better hush
Or get puffed..

Temper boils in great degrees.
Acrimony…? – I agree
As it stands.

This hatred has staged a rage
Waging violence burning deep
From within…

And my legs are rocking
Vibrating to destruction
As it stands.

While it burns; resentment
And annoyance are doubling up
My temper.

Now am prone; to ill acts
Words are flying more than the birds
As it stands.

How could you dare to taste
A passion of indignation
I call beef.

Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.

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

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