Category Archives: Biography

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 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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Kicking ball


I saw a man
Behind glass gall
Inside a mall,

Setting uprights
Malls never mould
Or sell goal post

Like cinema
I watched this man
Make tiles his field

So I asked him
Excuse me Sir
Really why this?

And he replied
Smiling with joy
In hippie tune

Things fall to tame
But I make mine,
To kick the ball

I got worried
And kicked a ball
Excepting results….

Then I realised
Efforts yield
Goals achieved.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Flight above

I took a flight from a human fright
Jetting high up there, a beer I shared

Jolly of all sort, sugar and salt
Bitter was fun with pain never done…

Here, push do not shove, from high above
But I look at earth, same shame I felt

For we crave to hate and create a fate
Closing the doors with our bad odors

Killing the fox, with the laws of false
Pretending we see, while we are blind

Outside the flight I saw no dove
But fishes in a sea, swimming in tea

The cats and the dogs, both fights the frog
While butterflies feels they are but birds

As the goats in ships disguise as sheep
The crocodiles keep shining their teeth.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The mall

Pack label was ball
And like I want, it was round
So I paid right at the call
Bell rang by the shore
The tail of a bird
I did board on a rail hail.

Later, I was pall
By what I saw, my glad glide
And was shocked, it was no ball…
But buoy in a hall
Far from want and need
Just like calling Peter, Paul.

My train couldn’t halt
So I took it, way I should
Life like mall, is a glass gall
Fragile, hard and raw.
Our needs may not mould
So I made mine, kick the ball.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Infants Haiku

Bump to womb escape
We were quite smallish as grape
But all traits we scrape

Hence made of sweet flours
A combination of all
The good high and tall

The flawless and flaw
Bla bla bla, we learn to crawl
Against tender brawl.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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