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Dying on board

The needles and syringe
Has worked, from winter,
Through summer and spring…
…Terminal it is!

Repeating cycles
Just so to cheat death
“You got just few hours”;
Then said men in whites

Several stuffs
Puffed wide, through his brains
“Oh, is this the end”;
He said to himself.

He could feel curtains
Closing fast on him
Even when movies
Had only began

All his smiles then froze
Head over shoulder
He close his cold eyes
Slowly blinking twice.

Stranger in the states
While living his life
So he owed to death
His flesh on home soil

But the stress when gone
And cost to incur
Transporting his corpse
Would be hot as hell

So he then embarked
On a journey home
From great Atlanta
At least while he breaths

Delta flight took off
Cruising altitudes
Eight hours on the air
Three hours to touchdown

Friendly shadows came
Passing through his flesh
He could feel his leg
Kicking the buckets

Off jurisdiction
His greatest joy was;
Tragedy but brave
And just humanly.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ode of a mortal warrior

My curiosity asks
Questions mortals fear, for
Sorrows to disappear.
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.

Against my flesh, my bone
Has led me into hell
Challenging immortals
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.

Stretching arms to both ends
Breaking doors and drawing
Swords with the gods of war.
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.

Wedging war against all;
The Angels and demons
Are both in alliance.
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did…

Pray for me, to endure
The chokes of my own dust
When the wind of pain blows…
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Entrusting death

Death, I know that you can sting
Poison my wine, I will drink
For if I begin to count
The knives, arrows and bullets
You have put into my chest
The ears that hear will go deaf
For eyes that saw still shed tears.

Death, I know that you can bite Between those claws and white teeth
I give you reasonable doubts
Not because, am scared of you
Nor because, am weak to fight
But, that stinging bees build hives
And ants that bite, still build hills.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Substance of black

All eyes envy
Pretty ebony

This is greater
Than a gender

It cut across,
Nations just trust

Whether pure breed
Or the hybrids

Sweet are the tales,
Hammering nails

Look at my kin
Same as my skin

Not just ravens,
Black is haven.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Message to LGBT community

Stop Lesbianism, stop gay, stop bisexuality
Humans are meant to be heterosexual
One in zero, not all these homosexualities
Mad men in nosocomial are shackled
Treated of their delirious diseases
Not psyched that they are normal.
Why not treat the hormonal imbalances.

Transgender, the stunts of science
Bestiality, the puppets of the demons
To what end, would these continue
Probably when, it becomes more than a culture
And the true sexuality of human nature
Is lost and forever forgotten in six bands..
Oh, please; stop backing the wrong horse.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blackish

Hair short, no curls
Harder than burls.
Nothing on bunk,
Hence, sacks may leak

Yet, blacks stays strong
Through rights and wrongs.
Dogs may bark; but,
Color change not.

Hardship may try
Devil may cry
Baste of the past
Blackish still last.

Even at nights
Shadows come out
In such darkness
Tranquil relax.

Guess God created
Tastebuds to taste
Sweet chocolates
Hope you relate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: My first battle won

Against rattles
And obstacles
In glass bottles
The first battle
Outrightly won
When I was born
Is being black

Others may lack
Wrinkles do not
Penetrate nuts
In blackish lands
Time might hit hard
But fact is that
Blacks don’t crack.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

God in every breathe

Far from dimming lights
But procreativity,
There are traits of God
Seen in every breathe.

Astonished, how amazingly,
Animals can be.
A dog would guide
Humans so jealously.

In the green grass plots
Existence can be felt,
Like bouquet of roses,
His pleasant love radiates.

Aside lands, even in air
There are traits of Him
Seen in the form of doves
So calm, peaceful and fair.

Troubling no entity
There are beautiful butterflies
Like His wonders, the fireflies
Go lightning with no hostility.

Taking a deep dive in oceans
And seas, no scout can gain
A full knowledge and cognition
Of His treasures and funds

Sharks come for flesh and blood
But each time I see the noesis
Of Dolphin’s, coming to rescue
I recall, He is a helping God.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rare super blood wolf moon

I woke up this morning
Not as a wolf howling,
Whimpering and growling

Neither by love stupefaction
But by a dimming attention
Of a once in a generation

Rare super blood wolf moon
Turning crimson, as it shone
Bedazzled granted me boon

I am happy I witness this;
A tale I will take to bliss
With every form of happiness.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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
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