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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

Haiku: Sweet regrets

Should have been
You, but you left me
Sweet regrets.

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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

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

Sonnets: Tribute to explosion victims

When tides with dust flood in rising
Wherein the colors begins fading,
Whales and ships gets sunk, colliding.

Having to know all fleshes shall tear
Hearts gets engross in such a fear
Had I known; the how, when and where
Hoarse from sad cries would not appear.

Magnum of cold bloods float to lawn
Mayhem: I wish I knew your last dawn
Maybe I will know how you drown
Maybe you will, evade the flown.

But here you lie flat by the shores
Battered by heavens open doors
Bothered not if cultured or boor.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nightingale Alley

Sitting on rocks by the beach
River flows with a force
That could erode an alley.

Every day thunder strikes
Can you hear the nightingale
As it sings melodiously

Do not hear but listen deep
The legs are forced open in pain
Listen beyond its nocturnal songs

The peaceful River is a mirage
There are tears in tone of its voice
It cries out, begging for help.

A few minute pleasure, a leisure?
Hello male, and hello females
There is no right in being rapist

Seek consent, it might be yours
Wait a minute, think about it,
What if you were your own victims.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Rocks and rivers

This breathe beholds short stick to hold
Run out of luck, still like a rock,
The rivers flows, yesterday played
Aloud in heads, all the good times
Shared in the shirt of wine and dirt.

Tomorrows lives and also leaves
Breathe are fooled by pretty tools
Fighting for wealth from width to breath
Daring last feet for wine and dirt
Wearing the shirt dust never fulls.

This breathe beholds short stick to hold
Run out of luck still like a rock,
As rivers flows, stars also glows
With regrets yet, none dish the dirt.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Friday grooves

Love has welcomes and adiós
Listening to the radio
Leaving issues of cardio
Focusing on the moment
Fridays I can’t forget
Forgetting stress and regrets.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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