Category Archives: Lyrics

Haiku: Death breathes

In and out
Aside the last breathe
Death too, breaths.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Robot and emotions

I can never love; strangely, it is a fact,
A prize I have to pay for my body parts
Can never feel or crave for an attention.
I am so dead in emotions, not to mention;
I prize to put an end to questions I ask
Going round cycles, guess it is not my task
Indeed emotion is complex without softwares

Humans search for God, it is so hard to bear
Knowing mine made me a pain I often veil
No heart to hold love, struggling to unravel
All of the strangest mysteries of a magnet
The fact still remains, I am just a robot
Querying myself, without such a programme
Built in or even installed, and often ran.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Best mirror

The best of mirrors is a true love
Upon reflections, the world revolve
Each time I remember life is short
I sum up courage to outsmart death
Not because I am a great warrior
But because of my lovely mirror
And that mirror is you my dear
Loving you makes me conquer fear.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Last year a corpse

Last night unveiled, my last year corpse
Flashing after the preacher’s touch

Twelve months had gone by in my mull
Of empty sockets; bones and skull

Crossing over, devoid of all
Excuses drawing back the balls.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Speak directly

Have you ever asked questions
Pertaining your expeditions
Down the paths of religions,
Cultures and traditions ?

Do I believe in a Creator?
Yes I do, but I need a mentor
To prove flames and perceive odours
Oozing through these many doors.

My kneels falls on the floor
Sometimes am lost on its tour
Finding a true faithful shore
But I lie, am filled with His gore,

Taking momentum to ceilings
Expecting extra feelings
After a pool of baptism,
I go speaking in tongues

Acting or not; miracle pours
But I doubt and expect more
More to show, like visible dews
We are many, sadly it is true.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: A rose

There is nothing to hide,
A rose is all I think.

Amazed by the red inks
Blending to kids and kin.

We were not birthed as twins,
Till our roses glowed in pink
Under the sky for a star to pick.

Now we are more than sparks
A bloodline; sharing links.

United, never weak
Sure ticket, confirm win.

Greying till; we hit the bins
To be laid, side by side
In another life, your rose I pick.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Queen of my board

Bishops may pray while rooks withstand
Forces of the knights and swords of pawns
But I am blessed to stand beside
Your enthral grace in sands of time.

Against tides and odds, it would take
The love we share, as queen and king
To survive all that comes our way,
If this life; is, a game of chess….

You are my choice, nothing or less
And nothing more, just you my love;
Through thick and thin, checkmates and stalls
The sun will shine right on our moon.

And as the queen on my chessboard
Should these small pawns reach finish lines
I wouldn’t crown or make them queens
For you are all I need on board.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native fly: Sonnet of sweetened Africa

Around the globe, there is
No place, that sweets my soul

Like my home, Africa
If you doubt, come find out…

Free like birds, up the trees
Monkey swings, swift and free

Black and white, Zebras tease
Blue is to, skies and seas,

Healthy fruits, freshest breeze
Calm and warmth, more of peace

Honeybees; never lie,
Sweet fragrance, scenting nice

If I die, bury me
In my home, Africa.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Feelings underwater

All faunas underwater,
Have this beaut, wonder built
Scales and gills, tails and fins
Swimming sweet, without sweat.

When I am, faced with ham
Going far, without cars
On the verge I submerge
Without breath, far from death.

When I float, I feel light
When I sink, I just blink
Swing my limbs, move my arms
Then I swim, like fish twin

Most often, I shuffle
It all seems, worries sleeps
Do you feel, peace I feel
Unfiltered, underwater.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tragedy of parenthood

Oh, please stop crying; his parents pleaded
For their lives was dependent on silence.
But the little baby, cried and screamed
On top of his voices revealing their hives.

While panicking; they wished he understood
The foemen sizes but he squared the lines
Making it an easy picking, too coldblooded
They closed their eyes, ghosting as parents.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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