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Sonnet: Move in on

To make ends meet, we hustle
Sweating trying to solve life’s puzzles
Wandering while the time flies;
We forget the apples in our eyes.
Money chase, chasing careers
Distance created, sends love in couriers
But today should not be same

Kiss me and call me sugary names
Rest your soft hairs on my chest
Listen and count the pulses that are left,
Old woods still burns, muse still wows
But steam me up, for another hour
Take love as wheels, be my mow
Hold on a while to spoil me right now.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Finding tracks

We are in abundance
Yet we complain of darkness.

Inside pits, that are shallow;
We hide behind the shadow.

Our melanin we pour ore
Under the hot scorching sun;

Hot-cakes fly like birds, to lands
Where they can be better brands.

Leaving behind, the half baked
To dictate, the give and take,

Talking; whereas, as critics
We bury the beams and rays

Yet we beg for candlelights
From the waxes we burnt out.

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Sonnet: The homily of family

Friends have turn necks
As storm comes to wreck.

If not you, then who,
Do I reach out to,

In times, I am low,
That will still follow.

I really love you
Oh yes, it is true

This is gratitude
Not a platitude.

Every word said
Can be repeated

As a homily
We are family.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Running ruined

Most times we try
But the discomfort

Comes to hunt us
With inflictions.

Pain in the ass
Break hearts like glass.

I know it is
What we stave off.

Yet it blesses us
In big disguise.

So why not bear
Until it fades

Bringing bright shades
That gladdens hearts.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Way to top

Between the top and the bottom
Blue is the sky across the bridge
Halfway through, the end always shift
Hoping to reach the other side
Therein bliss, sweet, milk and honey
Though, obstacles do exist
Before we get to promise land.

But every time we chicken out
On the first sight of hazard sign
Or upon sounds, when across it
There are no hitches nor glitches
Thus; an objective to maintain
All we have gained onto our names
And new status in hall of fame.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Heart Choices

Shivers; I fold,
Feeling so cold
On bed, I lay
By you all day.
You keep me warm
Under your arm
In raining times
Or harmattan
You steam winter
You chill summer
In all seasons
You give reasons
To love anew
And only you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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: Her soursop tone

When she laughs, her shoulder drops
Tonnes of orgasm in sweet sensations
Yet, no form of incessant penetrations
I can’t forget in a hurry where I belong
Soursops she drops on my dry tongue
Arguing with myself it must be
A blend of pineapple and strawberry

Tasting like banana and coconut mix
And sometimes pineapple and mango mix
Guess my soul developed and clamour
For her glamour and sweet flavor
There is this spirituality that atones
With mine in the manner she walks and talks,
Seems her peroration dispenses good luck.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Substance of black

All eyes envy
Pretty ebony

This is greater
Than a gender

It cut across,
Nations just trust

Whether pure breed
Or the hybrids

Sweet are the tales,
Hammering nails

Look at my kin
Same as my skin

Not just ravens,
Black is haven.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Gazing at the running child

Like the experience of tranquil and peace
Underneath water. My love for the kids
Is appealing and so satisfactory.

I confide with their harmless innocence
Oh my… oh my, where do babies come from,
A thousand toys and gadgets on the floor
Colors the room with such innocence.

Kettles from the fire waters the cereals
I picked up a spoon, to feed a baby
But with tender feet of low stamina
In flashes of light, tittering and giggling

Completing ten strides in just one second,
Round and round the room the little one runs;
They are the mirrors, that shows am aging.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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