Category Archives: Death

Unfair world

All things
That breath
Will die

All things
That stand
Shall fall

All things
Brand new
Turn old

In the

This world
Is so

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My casket

Let all my stories be told
In an unedited episode

I seek truth in an abode
I have stepped on many toed

When I go, don’t smooth a toad
My senses go, but not my bode.

Lay me calm while I offload
Earthly pies microbes to feed…

Hence death, I paid all I owed
Don’t let my soul be sold

Lay me down in simple fold
It mustn’t be best hole or field

Nor color be bright and bold
Silver, bronze or made of gold

As long as the casket can hold
All to home, my gentle mould

Here have been, and breathe I found
And lost it, along life’s road

If I die please make my bed
With clean sheet for rest not cold.

© 2017
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Macbeth’s fall

Macbeth was someone I liked
Aspiring with magic wand
He sat on a stolen throne,
Surrounded by magnetic field
That turned him into a clown
So he renews charms as shield
Gushing tears in clan and crown.

Macbeth was someone I liked
Dukes were safe, until they found
Blood and guts, with tears that rust
In heart of unending greed
Ambitious like sauce so sweet
Replacing seeds with wild weed
Yet clans yell, all hail Macbeth.

Macbeth was someone I liked
Karma couldn’t just be blind
But recreate tragic event
On the royal staff and ward
So the golden forces retract
From black owls center bred
That was when; things fell apart.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Gone feature

Void is the room
Velvet and doom
Voices of a broom
Varnished in boom

Bride and a groom
Birds failed to hum
Broken is loom
Binding us through.

Oars of our boats
Outside our bants
Of sweet habits
Over our tarts…

Come solid fats
Canceling trusts
Cubic currents
Clogging our hearts…

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lashing coffins

Fact pigs have desires
To be forever kings…

Watch words they fire
And bullets they tuck in…

What they bring for dinner
Might not see them blink

It is good to be a winner
Why block another sink

Note that breathe is a vampire
Awaiting the sleeping coffin.

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