Category Archives: Death

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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Blood on our land

Weren’t hearts made for love
To carry the red fluid
Of oxygen and the genes…
Not pumping rage and blood

There is blood on our land!!
Hearts have lost their office
And sense of right and wrong.

In modern age and time
Cold blood reigns supreme here
Sadly, it rains on all tiers

From the high power drunk,
To green-eyed local folks
Envious of another growth
Spilling blood on our land.

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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

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

Haiku: Death breathes

In and out
Aside the last breathe
Death too, breaths.

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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

Native fly: Eze ri ohanye

Aside my clan
Where lions rule,
I have noticed;
Death can’t pull
Kings who multiply.

Immortal they are
Should crown fall,
Turning to gods
Immortals are born,
One at a time.

Have you seen
With naked eyes
A palace without
Royal charisma?
– Kings are Kings.

“Eze ri ohanye”;
When a King
Ascends a throne,
He assumes
Prerogative role.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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