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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

Like tall palm trees

The journey began as a joke
Till giant strides together yoked,
And there we stood, exchanging vows
Inner me smiled, exclaiming; wow !!!

Like a palm tree gallantly firm
Amidst the dust, and in the storm
Growing so tall, far from a fall
Never scared of heavy down pour

Instead making rich palm wine sap
And thick red oil that never slaps
May we never be affected
By seasons, no matter how red.

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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

Vinify: Goodwill Message

Oh we wanna thank y’all
For putting smiles on our face
For giving our slide a wedge
Without you, it would be flaw.

Y’all must have seen the ducks
Swimming over dirty muds
Swimming with no drop of sweat
Like victory comes out of luck.

But underneath the surface
Are their webbed feet paddling
Relentlessly to succeed
Yet such, shows not on their faces..

Y’all have been those webbed feet
Great foot soldiers, taking all
For our day to have a lift
Thanks, for making us stand tall.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Prayer to my Guardian Angel

Nothing is hidden
Under the Sun

I know you see all
My crimes and my flaws,

Am only human
Like one, I err.

I might have uttered
Tonnes of wrong words

Am on a chopper
In dimming skies

Turn not your lights off,
The world is dark.

My Guardian Angel
Please guard and guide

Leave me not alone
All on my own

There are Devil’s snares
Am so unsafe.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Isabella

Isabella
Isabella
Isabella
Whose sperm and egg
Formed your straight legs
And goodie bag.
Cracking the nuts
Your beauty hunts
Inside of it
Blacks do not crack
You never lack
Beautiful marks.

Isabella
Isabella
Isabella
You are pretty
That your beauty
Breaths life to death…
You are so rare
A pretty gel
Lips of Angels
And your dentals
Are so intact
Perfect in racks.

Isabella
Isabella
Isabella
You have this charm
Infectious smile
That takes to miles
Infatuations.
And the passion
In your fashion
Makes many man
Come to Milan
Lust as your fan.

Isabella
Isabella
Isabella
What will beauty
Look like without
You in its vault.
Perfect and fit
You are complete
With half moon lips,
The snow white teeth,
Infectious smile,
And pretty eyes.

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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

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

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

Haiku: Color of tears

Pits I fell and cried
Pouring all out like a child
Painted pain don’t hide inside.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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