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Sonnet: Choose your status

I have seen all spoons
Some are silver made
And others are not…

I have seen all stoves
They all have same pots;
Some are filled with golds
Others are mere stones…

I have seen their tasks,
Their true potentials
And varying taxes…

I realized,
Life gives us blank cheques
To choose our status
And lifetime wages.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

World leader’s strings

I am only a girl
And I have been through hell

He holds me so closely
Caressing me dearly…

His grip is firm and huge
In him I seek refuge

I am like the musical
Cruel case of Africa

Playing to master’s touch
Whose kneel I made my couch

Symmetry in Nature
Altered in the future

Fetching nothing but pain
“Ti’s for the best”; he claims.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hot for all

We blacks got the body of a goddess
So soft as a fur, an all-round bliss
Even at eighty we will still be hot
Our hearts are the type, never to be hurt
Intimacy with us is a detoxicant
Our love have all eternal relevance
Longevity nature brings as we sprout
With a type of flame never burns out.
Beyond the walls of Earth we are the best
Even in the grave, we will still look hot
Our dark flesh are the type, never to be burnt
Hence God charged His Angels over our head
But the way we rock, turn, twist and fend
Makes even the Guardian Angels to feel lust
Indeed; we black colored skinned are the best.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet for a goddess

I used to think, beauty had a key
Unlocked by wealth and artificial quay

I never knew goddess exist, I assumed
Most beautiful girls in town were doomed.

I saw them as prostitutes that got laid
Until my presumptions finally failed.

I didn’t just meet beauty but a good lady
Tall like the hills and body hot like chilli

Her thick hips were round like an arc
In her acts, I saw a godly covenant ark

Hence I fell at her feet to worship her
Not just for her unforgettable wonders

Neither for her ravishing and freezing gaze
But; because she gave me a brand new phase.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Never Were

Fighters wear gloves to win
Trophies thrown in the bin
History tells of things
As it pleases, versions told.
Forgetting roots that hold
Forgetting ray but beams
Life is, a funny dream..!

Miserable but it seems
To have coat some sweet cream
And others bitter trims
Oh life is a short film
In case, it starts to dim
Don’t you fight or scream
At the end, no one wins.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Why envy mine

Because I spark
You gather smokes
To dim my light
Whereas the sky
Has lots to share
In cloaks of light
Bright and clear.

Plane not a bird;
Yet, you still try
To pull me down.
Whereas the sky
Is big enough
For all of us
To roam and fly.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Congratulated

After night, comes dawn
Yes; I lie, I will be fine
Under the footage of grey
And therewith sufferings
Tasted as honey sweetness
In the core of bitterness.
My foot turn cold
Feverish; I shiver
Terrified by the shadows
Crying a river
But something in me says;
Congratulate the moon
The night may be long
But dawn will surely come.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: 170219

Like fire, demons and hell
Blazing, I often err
Yes, am not an Angel.

Do not worry my dear
Sometimes I may not jell
Or answer the doorbell
The way love stories tell.

But, sharing love’s sphere
In nuptial hills and dell
I will always be there;

Marry me my lover
In you I see clearer
Your love remain sweeter
Than sweetest of sugars.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Lies in the cupboard

I kept my lies in a cupboard
High, wide and fine; best of them all,
Whether white lies, or priestly lies
Each lie I told, I hung in there
On one lie; I hung another
And to cover, then another,
All the time, so the story goes.

I kept my lies, in a cupboard
Every hanger had its duties
Holding on to specific lies
Until one day it got filled up
Then imploding, it exploded
Now here I am, shattered and wrecked
With whirling winds blowing my dust.

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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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