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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

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

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

Poem by a skeleton

Whence the leaves fall, done are the deals
Effing and blinding on shredded cruise.
Whence the dreams end, nothing feels real
Erasing memoir, scar and bruise.

Whence the clay breaks, no light, no ill
Everything goes, you will not know
Whence you see you, just lying still
Each and everyday in the hole.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Last year a corpse

Last night unveiled, my last year corpse
Flashing after the preacher’s touch

Twelve months had gone by in my mull
Of empty sockets; bones and skull

Crossing over, devoid of all
Excuses drawing back the balls.

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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

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.

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