Category Archives: Synecdoche

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

Sleep Outlaw

When the sun comes up
We all rise from our bed
And as it sets, we crash…

When cock crows by dawn
While the alarm quakes,
Vibrating rise and shine

Most days I find it hard
Harder than a nut to crack
Letting go of slumber…

Such days, I twist and turn
Avoiding to say a word
With the frogs in my throat

But hold my pillow tight
Oh, it is not that am lazy
But sometimes I break the rule.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A brush with death

The air begins to leak
Inevitably,
During a brush with death
We are unable
But beckon for breath
Running from rest we seek.

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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

Tone: Serene love

All birds love to listen
To their selves singing
Sweetly as they fly,
That the Satan cries.

The gospel truth, is that
Have heard many songs
But none as intense as
The sweet serene songs she sings.

Jealous is of the birds
For my baby girl
Shows the best love display
True and no delay.

She handles with kid gloves
My soft heart and soul
Times may come cruel and rough
But, her love is always enough.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

You are not Angel Michael

You are not
God or Michael
The War Angel
Respect tradition

Kola nuts served
Must be waged with funds
Palm wine in keg
Is specially served.

For every black
Dwelling on this land
You must have heard
Of covens and shrines

Simple advice
On supernaturalism
You may believe
Stories, you wish to

But don’t dare
The fallen angels
Nor try to chase
The Devil from hell

Run from trouble
Do not be the fool
That rush in where
Angels fear to tread.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com 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

Go through the pain

If you need love
Just let it rain.

If you need breathe
You have to go

Out through the pain
Till it is gained.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native fly: Greeting a King

Not all chambers are for show
There are highs and there are lows
At the Palace, I hope you know.

Far before the make of phones
From the time of flesh and bone
You may be old but not as the throne

The king of beasts, respects ming
When he hears songs forest sing
And worships; to him, their king.

Any subject who have no prudence
Will eventually bring intense
Sufferings, hunger, and distress

Coated with huge embarrassments
Verboten issues cemented
To himself and his descendants.

When going to a Palace
Kindly ask before a glance
How to greet King; take no chance.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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