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Imploding Tears

Only an Aunt can give hug
Like a mother, carry lugs
Like sisters, going miles
Like friends with a sweet smile.

Before my tongue was bitter
I swung by to check on her
And wish her quick recovery
Seventy-five is young to me.

Laid on resuscitation
But seeing her condition
Breathing long, slow deep and hard
I sensed another graveyard.

We rushed her for a brain scan
She gave up right in our arms
Though my composure did win
My tears fell louder within.

God gives, and takes at His time
Now that you are gone, please find
An eternal peace and rest
Adieus Aunty, God knows best.

#R.I.P Mrs. Okwurumgbe Clara (Nee Onyeche) #Mama Nwarinma #18/03/2020 #3:38pm

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Haiku: Don William’s Euphony

My soul swells
Heeding Don’s music
Rest in peace.

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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

My best poem

My best poem
Shall be read
In the hole
Of the earth

To honour
My carcass’s
Tolerance
Here on earth…

In Shakespeare
Poetic words
Adieus bro
It shall say

None shall hear
Both myself
Eulogy
It shall say…

Final bed
I shall rest
With no dreams
Silent night.

Deep in dark
Fading out
Of the bright
Silent night.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fela Kuti – African Chief

By now, you should know Fela
His records are as long as a pole
Like a King; he was not buried in holes
But ascended to become a god…

Please, bow to greet an immortal man
He has walked on acids and fires
Well barefooted; and had bathed
With the magmas of volcanoes…

He had torn tears and bled blood
Hence on his dark African head
You will see a red colour cap
With two long Eagle feathers…

From the age of his heritage
Came his staffs and chains
Made from the toughest trunk
Of the largest Elephants

He was fearless like the lions
Not because his pants and capes
Were made from the skins
Of the beast in thick forest

But while he walked and talked
The planetary bodies trembles
His dance awakened the sleeping ghost
By the boldness of historical voice

He never for ones chased the flies
When he swung his white horse tail
But he made the ancestors rejoice
On the ship of which he sailed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Somonka: Quiet Eulogy

Do not say adieu
When I ghost, to dust I came
I have got a book
Of dotted T’ and I’, printed
Clear and bold; easy to read.

Do not say adieu
When I am cold lying still
Read my disclaimer
Boldly titled; quiet eulogy
From a deep sweet word of tears

Say me no adieu
For we were never friends
Then why try to please
My drying bones, for nothing
Inside my home, ears are deaf

Say me no adieu
Nor sweetness for my bitters
Neither the vacuums
Should be false to please the ears
Sing me no beautiful praise.

If am what you say
Tell to face not when I ghost
Say welcome to me
While I breath, before you bid
Your last adieu when I leave…

If am what you say
Let me hear those kind words now…
Not in funerals;
Honor me while am awake
Not when I am in deep sleep.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fallen Heroes

Candles lit for the past
Brings memories ripped apart,

In solaces, tears on a pillow
Soundless plays the radio

My hopes died in this town;
The moment the flag went down

Half mast by an hero came a dew,
Mentors are great compass for the new;

In solace, on thy bed, thy pray
To make thee more of thy by day.

But these winds from the window
Keeps cleaning thy darkest shadow

Such that thy fierce images and frames
Can’t be lost down memory lanes,

For thy has become an household name
Thy fallen heroes and glory days are same.

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