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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: Happy birthday love

In all astuteness
Bright as a new penny
You have this thing
That wine and dine as
A reflective power
Brilliantly shinning
Inside of my heart.

In all affectionate
You light up my path
I can see clearly now
Today’s God immaculate,
Happy birthday Ifeoma
My forever and a day
Sweet shinning albedo.

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Haiku: The hiding pour

Honey; I need more
Of the enamoring paramour
In me; that you pour.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Paramour

You possess me with
Inflaming love, illicit
Spell, that never rifts.

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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

Haiku: After Vows

Each time, the dawn breaks
By my side; up, you will wake
No more missing you.

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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

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