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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

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

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

Sonnets: Journalist Cross

In magazines and newspapers
Cameras roll, from pins to poles
Information as a notion
Is a tower and for power.

With sensitive smells, fragile bells
The hounds track cities, woods and hoods
Spilling the pens, writing in dens.

Highlighting subjects and objects;
Painting an art, toping the charts
Of the most love, yet hate revolves.

Their tragic fates brings fears and tears
Why reward them with cuffed hands!
In restraint or a quenching breathe
Yes they scam, don’t cause them harm.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Long cold nights

Her pores have this perfect imperfection drops
Pleasant odour; and caress each time it pours,
Hence pillows I hold when the room feels so cold,
And on sheets I fold, when the night seems so long.

Inner me burns like the volcano’s hotness
Without her sprinkle warmth, I feel so homeless
Hence whenever she leaves, the birds loss their nest
Homeless and restless I be, missing her sweats.

When I miss her effortless perspiration
There is this steep rise in anticipation
Hence pillows I hold when the room feels so cold,
And on sheets I fold, when the night seems so long.

As for her sweat droplets, they speak of her strives
Absorbing it, my uncoated heart meets her drives
Hence each time she is near, my heart skip a beat
Homeless and restless I be, missing her sweats.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Benz and Pants

Who do we blame, Benz…
Or the innocent ladies
Or flat bed of Government
Ritualist climb on top.

Above par of emotion
She chose a gravy train
Burning holes in pockets
Cash and carry submission

She takes a collection
Bread and butter in bed
Oh tell the god of seduction
Her arts are now a pitfall.

For the streets never sleeps
While fingers tap keyboards
And eyes watch the monitors
In order for boys to strike gold.

Ever since these boys chose
All or nothing weight of golds,
Going dutch for the money
Greasing her palms in bed

Lady’s now move around
In fear and without pants
Rumours say, it cost a fortune
In shrines where it bleeds

And proceeds fetch the Benz
While the owner of the pants
Mysteriously develop issues
All for the sake of the coins.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

King of beast

Life as a stage, begins empty…
Gradually wisdom then comes with age;
Sage and brave are on different pages.

In challenges, right on the face,
Cowards are known by the traces of fear
Wrecking and then repressing courage.

Like lions, show no fear on your face
Or else you will be in the circus
Mutely roaring loud inside a cage.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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