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Finding tracks

We are in abundance
Yet we complain of darkness.

Inside pits, that are shallow;
We hide behind the shadow.

Our melanin we pour ore
Under the hot scorching sun;

Hot-cakes fly like birds, to lands
Where they can be better brands.

Leaving behind, the half baked
To dictate, the give and take,

Talking; whereas, as critics
We bury the beams and rays

Yet we beg for candlelights
From the waxes we burnt out.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Hurtful tales of love

The sugary words he made to rhyme
Got her sky high, ground low at same time

Her heart skipped beats; compulsory task
Apples and flowers were all it basked

Fast as flash, there were nothing to hide
Then to open her loving gates wide

Love is a bright light travelling far
Forever to last, perfect to her

Eternal flame winter and summer
Till temptation brought extinguishers

Bitter and sour love began to taste
Undesired, the angels switched faith

Religiously believed; well, she was psyched
It wasn’t love but its look alike.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Breaking Boundaries

Amazing how one let go
Self-control and ego
Collapsing all the walls
That past memory holds.
Opposing families….
…And silly restrictions
Crossing carpets and locks
Breaking yokes, chains and rocks
Freeing rigidity
And great integrity
Falling towards the floor
At the sight of splendor
Into a caring hand
Of love heaven found.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Never Were

Fighters wear gloves to win
Trophies thrown in the bin
History tells of things
As it pleases, versions told.
Forgetting roots that hold
Forgetting ray but beams
Life is, a funny dream..!

Miserable but it seems
To have coat some sweet cream
And others bitter trims
Oh life is a short film
In case, it starts to dim
Don’t you fight or scream
At the end, no one wins.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: The homily of family

Friends have turn necks
As storm comes to wreck.

If not you, then who,
Do I reach out to,

In times, I am low,
That will still follow.

I really love you
Oh yes, it is true

This is gratitude
Not a platitude.

Every word said
Can be repeated

As a homily
We are family.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Vinify 19 (My wedding day toast)

Purple and silver
Everyone glitters
April twentytwo
Today I walk down
The Aisle, is the
Beginning of bliss;
Sweet vinify wine

Happy we wear
Walking on air;
So crystal clear
Two destined hearts;
Fusing as one
So shall it be;
Till eternity.

#vinify 19
#Ify_weds_Vinz

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: 9ja 9ja

Along the white
And the green
Blood, fraud and whorls
Now a dream.
Bad economy can make
Dishonesty
Taste like cake.

Moral values
Are low this time
Lower than a snake belly
Being good
Is now a crime
By any means,
Chasing money.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Running ruined

Most times we try
But the discomfort

Comes to hunt us
With inflictions.

Pain in the ass
Break hearts like glass.

I know it is
What we stave off.

Yet it blesses us
In big disguise.

So why not bear
Until it fades

Bringing bright shades
That gladdens hearts.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Way to top

Between the top and the bottom
Blue is the sky across the bridge
Halfway through, the end always shift
Hoping to reach the other side
Therein bliss, sweet, milk and honey
Though, obstacles do exist
Before we get to promise land.

But every time we chicken out
On the first sight of hazard sign
Or upon sounds, when across it
There are no hitches nor glitches
Thus; an objective to maintain
All we have gained onto our names
And new status in hall of fame.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Why envy mine

Because I spark
You gather smokes
To dim my light
Whereas the sky
Has lots to share
In cloaks of light
Bright and clear.

Plane not a bird;
Yet, you still try
To pull me down.
Whereas the sky
Is big enough
For all of us
To roam and fly.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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