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Mood so swung

Have you ever had moments
That aren’t about regrets
Nor desiring time rewind
So to undo an ill act…

Have you ever had a rage
Burning within at some stage
When you just couldn’t pinpoint
From where the mood swings and drifts…

And, have you ever been asked
Why you are moody and sad
But you just have no answer
To why joy became lesser.

Am I alone in such world
Where moods flush like floods
Washing the subconsciousness
To the state of happiness.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Suffrage of Prez

One man one vote, choose for your boat
Same story told by voices of toads
Professing love before they shove.

Earnings fall out, students shut out,
Water pricy, hardship spicy
Yet the broomsticks, they swing and flick

Umbrella tents and their pretends
Beckoning plebs with tongues of glib
Coming when the fibres need ret.

Along the road, my feet turn cold
Walking through paths the Prez pinholes
Coughed sweet words, that never was.

Artillery auxiliary
Hello people, country people
Are they your best bet off the rest

It is so clear many are blear
Feeble and weak please try to think
Before you rage and suffrage.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: All but Wakanda

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

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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

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

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: 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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Sucking her breast

When a mother carries her child
She carries him like a treasure found.

Picture me, giggling, all that time
When I was little; yes, she is mine.

Restless I was, guess she knew it
Hence, she striped herself so I have it

Private and public demands; ah
Was I a child who abash her?

No pride in starvation, I guess
Why sit on my tod as does the guests?

Pinching jaws, my claws meant no harm
On my bottom, resting on her arms

Against her breast, I couldn’t buck
As a baby, all her milk I sucked.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Broken; sharp words

No harm, no wrong
Your promise sunk
With the same tongue
you kiss and lick

You have spoken
ill to my heart
Now am broken
scattered apart

Beyond a seal
I even bleed
Beyond a heal
I leak indeed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ode of earth

Can I crave your indulgence
To take you all, back in time
When the world was large and just
A virgin newly formed from dust…

Ancients we may name her now,
Then, She was freshest of nouns
For everything about her body
Had the taste of milk and honey.

Treasures and laws; irregular orders
Hence, for fleshy greed of genders
She became as loosed as a mush.
Didn’t the Creator stand and watch,

While emperors ripped and tore her pants
Grabbing all her succulent body parts
Ramming and raping her brutally….
Well; She spread and moan in jubilee.

All the ill they did her, She did not charge
They even stole her lands, wide and large
Building up the wealthy family roots
While the pure and just, fell and rot.

The ancient days, that once were
Filed its knives for striping her wears
And when they did, she echoed their tales
Singing; great warriors, who never fell.

Innocent necks these great warriors slit
She called weaklings, cowards, and unfit.
To all their tears that came in as flood
She open her mouth and swallowed the blood.

From colored dye, time removed the chrome
Like menstrual cycles; her off has come
The echoes of her voice now resounds
No more violence please, no more bloods

Seems she has seen all parts of the movies
She now distinguishes friends and enemies
Coming to her full senses about existence
She speaks against excuses and false pretense

For these current days, the terrorist
Have same fanatical mayhem mentality
That emperor of ancient rocks had swung
But She says, I’m time, I always change.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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