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Haiku: All but Wakanda

So sad, slave trade nicked
Africa into Marvel’s
Pit of Wakanda.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Tribute to Don Williams

Playing without you,
Country songs, will not sound same
R.I.P. Williams.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: One reason gray dies

She gazed at her waning self and wrinkled fist
As she pulled the trigger; “fool, idiot;
Why take our life,” her conscience muttered..
Gray but no one could seem to understand
The aged shoes she wore and where she stood
Bleeding inside underneath life crown
The world library isn’t expected to even drown.

The sky was falling, over her purple roof
Haunting her dead ahead until she poof
Her eyes developed multiple shades of red
From all the tears, and the inner wounds
Knowing old illnesses had pains with no cure
She penned her last word down, raw and pure
Stating, she gave up, so her seeds can grow.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Don William’s Euphony

My soul swells
Heeding Don’s music
Rest in peace.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Closed book

Am I the only one in an unspeakable scruple?
Abducting are my faith in praying mountains
Asking questions of many uncertainties.

Signs of end times are manifesting
Same phrase in the ice and stony age
Spinning spontaneously along the twenties.

Patience is now a collapsing mountain
Pro-rata; many gone waiting; please forgive me
Pardon my forsaken sincere curiosity

Avail me answers to these spiritual confusions
Are we left on earth to flourish or perish?
Are we alone in individual trance of existence?

Without Him coming, just our beguiling self-esteem
Waking up to never; when we kick buckets;
Wandering around the charms of a closed book

Yet sleeping in conundrum and enigma of breath
You pretentious humans know what I am saying,
Yahweh please! Open the book for the bigots.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Bottles and I

My nose leak, my eyes are red
It seems I have contracted
One of those rare fatigue syndrome
Crushing after a beating drum
Dumping the light for upsurge emotion
That turned out to be a wrong decision
As soon as another stole her heart
Night shadows placed on my head a bandit
At night, I sit underneath strobe light
Drinking and pouring sorrows out.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Sweet regrets

Should have been
You, but you left me
Sweet regrets.

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Life; the doorway

You only
Get one chance through the
Door called life

Ignore the
Texture of the frames
And doorknobs

Ignore size
And wall space, focus
On purpose.

Ignore all
Accessories of
The thresholds.

Door to door
Distractions will come
It is true

Always know;
One thing is certain;
The door slams.

Do not stand
Nor spy; keep moving
Via the door

With goals; reach
Through and through to
Enrich you

Not door frames
And doorcases, they are
All add-ons.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Not a cuckold

Energy dropped but we went further
Into strides pep talking each other

There was no one but you, remember
How we made it through the weather

Not individual but together
Growing love as gold we gather

Why will I keep the gold diggers
Or have a long queue as my lovers

It is you I found, am no scouter
Stop struggling to be the winner

You are grappling with none other
But you; counting in serial order

Why grapple for the first number
When it is just you and no other.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Clay and snow

Standing here, by the bay, as a clay
Scorching sun roast all that comes her way,
Hot and dry, favoring burning hays
The cool ice of the snow stars it eyes
Envying white backgrounds, sleeves to thighs
Especially the warmth by heaters
And the feelings wearing Hood sweaters.

The tides comes cleaning all where it lay
Complaining about current by the bay
Sniffing toy cigarettes, snowball say;
You know not the treasures at your prize
Over there the white snows often rise
Disrupting roads, tossing the lungs
Loading roofs, jailing all for so long.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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