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Old man failure

With great pleasure a dog dug a grave
It snuffed out not treasures but a rage
Coming from dried bones of rock age.

Lamenting on how they had all failed
Cutting across, mirrors, lenses and led
Refracting the light, visions they bend.

No silver spoon but unfavorable genes
Coming deep from tall ancestral trees
Posthumous clear, regrets never cease

Life gave guns as toys, they sort for lucks
From drugs and scam in school of hard knocks
And as the twig bends, they planted on rocks.

Lack of persistence got them no win
No self discipline they were never clean
Not through self efforts, they gained power from bins

In all their positions, intemperance;
Procrastination, were their best friends
Until it lured them to undesirable ends.

Many an old man, has past they wish to rewind
Where they built glass castles on empty cloud
Throwing stones, hitting floors regretfully loud

Remember time ticks fast, it isn’t yours to own
And the living body you wear is but only a loan
For the old man failure stays with him to bone.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Synecdoche of Current page

The shadows we run from helps us turn
The inherent aptitude, from page to page.

Writing books with no table of content
Just preface gotten from the naming days,

No human can take back the hands of time;
The characters in here are none frictions.

Grey and shadows are our awaiting shelves
Forever young is a pie in the sky.

In life we live, we Author our own book
Writing our own stories on mortal sheets.

Current page is at times the worst page of our books
Though at times, not the case, for those on top the world.

Every day a page turns for next chapter to come
No Author knows the end of his story.

The shadows we run from lives by the grey
An inherent aptitude in our books.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Holy terror of Nature

I fell in love with nature’s rove
Till she dug hole shredding my soul.
My arteries drain like batteries
Then cable cuts, flesh starts to rot
Her rivers flow and her wind blows
With such a charm until it harms,
So not my fault, I don’t want
Another round of sight and sound.
In fear I pound so fast and loud
By Nature’s jar both near and far,
My worst nightmare, is how she flares
Like I owe her, lots of naira.
Displaying rage from stage to stage
Till the sky drops, she never stops.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dead Dream’s Dream

Dreams change the world at large
Hence it chose you to dream and create
Writing new ranges in pages
Of morning dew drops to elate.

More than Seas, tall as hills
Bright as sunlight was future you
Now I see cup of teas
Cracking starlight falling as cubes.

My hopes blew; I told you
To walk away from cold embrace.
I showed you not all new
Dawns bring today in all man’s race.

But the you that you are
Looked for roses elsewhere and flied
Black and blue, blunt and cruel,
He killed you there on dreaming bed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Christmas hen

I was just there, doing my thing
They fed me big, until they rein Grasping my legs, I tried my best
Till my feathers fell off my wings.

My chest on floor, they held my neck
The shinning knife, I could not bilk
It all happened, slowly but quick
They slit my throat, without a wink…

I felt my blood; effete and cold
Sublimely, my confidence folded
I was most pained, seeing friends
Especially those I trusted

They were happy, singing verses
Rejoicing to the universe
Now I am a meat in a stew
Guess am just, a hen for the chew.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©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

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
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