Category Archives: Death

Death bell

End to end the ball rocked loud
With music low and slow to end
Just as the bones couldn’t hold
This flesh of mine, dust unfold

I saw the sun beginning to dim
As the wind blew cold breeze
Then I knew my breath has froze
And my skin no longer need cream.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

How can we be one

Blood pool in the east
Explosions down south
Hausa kill Igbo’s
Herdsmen kill farmers.

There are columns
That turns me off
Each time I am
Filling a form

I so dislike
The religions options
It makes me wonder
Whose God is right…

I so dislike
Columns of origin
And emphasis on
Local government…

Though we have
To identify
Our identity
And our zones

But that is what
The politicians use
To rip us apart
How can we be one?

When we have planted
A mustard seed
For the differences
In religion and tribe.

If you have the power
To correct our wrongs
Please listen to this lament
And cry for a united world.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A Savior that never came


I was sent down
To save the world
From Herself
And breath on shelf…


From a distance
I stare at the
Scintillating wonders
Of Her elegance,


From the fresh air
Escaping through
The narrow gateways
Of an open leg


I perceived
The sweet cologne
Of Her fragrance,
Without emergence…


The white and blue
Were all panicking
“Don’t loose him
Don’t loose the mother”…


But … In my zone
I hummed after
The whistling palm
And echoes from the sky…


I hear voices calling His name
Strangely by different ways
From the sermon and mindsets
Thinking brains adopted


I could feel the vibration
Of Mother Earth
Resisting the ocean
From engulfing Her…


Through the closed eyes
I saw but I never came
Nor conquered the dark
By bringing delight


With a cry of a baby
On the mouth to suck
The nipples of milk
On the chest of a female


It is not that I love
To let the milk get sour
But I just can’t soar
With an immortal body


I could have been infected
By the magnanimous pleasure
And irresistible temptations
Mother Earth was wired by


I could not stand the chance,
Living on a borrowed time
Acquiring immerse wealth
Fighting for Her with nothing left…


Do not ask me what I mean
If you do not know
Where I have been;
Living timeless without pain…


So from a distance
I chose stillbirth
So I could bring down rains
When She is weak and dry


And when Her child depart
I join her cry bringing thunder
Expecting another episode
Of exit and entrance to life.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Human Killers

Every home has its pillars
When broken, all shall collapse
Yet death is not the true killer
In this world
Of increasing embezzling masses

Today you hear money missing
Later you hear whistleblowing
And the destruction of bonds
Resulting from
Mismanagements of funds.

To me, the universe suffers
Because of what greed offers
How can someone hide large sum
In his apartment,
When humans are dying in poverty.

My anger is not vested upon theft
But the lives lost directly or indirectly
Associated to poverty daily
When someone,
Has the controlling force to evade such.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nature seeks balance

There is such a beautiful thing
Called ugly logical mystery.
Studied and comprehended
Yet never understood.

This thing spits out fluids
This thing brings out flames
And come rain and come sun
Every day a child is born.

Born and wired by default
To be found even with faults
Yet on his peculiar bolts
Nature draw threads for a nut.

Around which leaves start flying
When the storm comes whirling
From the large breathing nose
Of the great beautiful universe.

Thus unsettling the dirty dust
As life, to run in such a rush
And within his pumping chest
Is pestilence of a fickle heart

Disturbing minds, blowing fences
For all senses to experience
The magnanimous wonder
Existence shall love to ponder.

Sitting on a rocking seesaw
Short, life is cooked and raw
Reaching for an equilibrium
Tapping switches, off and on;

Beside the controlling force
Is existence gravity source
On Earth, Nature a thing
Giving dust and taking points of origin.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tragedy of the scheduled mail

When I was teen
I fell in love
With a lady
Named Juan Emily…

She was so cute
Finest at night
And beautiful
Under sunlight

Talks in steven
Melodiously
And her color
She never bleached

Out of my shell;
In wishing well
I tossed a coin
She was my wish…

The problem was
She was so high
And she turned down
Hello and hi…

I tried my best
But never could
Come chest to chest
With queen of hearts

I searched for ways
To communicate
But her numbers
Had lost digits

After many
Hard fail attempts
I found her mail
And we conversed

Sweet, she then said…
She hates the guys
Who says they love-
-Her; to be theirs

And when it comes-
-Out; in any form
She smiles and run
Faster than light…

We turned friends
That never met
She had big dreams
We could relate…

Years turned to jets
And I noticed
She withdrew from
Social media…

The clock ticked fast
Ten years gone by
At the Patio
Where I recline

Taking a sip
Of lemonade
The mail box beeps
I took a peep

Hope you get this
I scheduled
Ten years ago
All just for you

To realize that
Nothing beats love
True, cruel as ore
From a furnace

Of lovers heart
Your beet and wine
I always wished
Could turn to mine

Hope this message
Hit the passage
Of your sweet heart
At the right time

I still wait you
Along the road
You never rode
Don’t be late

Yours faithfully
Juan Emily”

With a red heart
The mail concluded;

I then went blank
My heart beat fast
As I ran out
To fetch for her

But to find out
She had just ghost
A day before
The scheduled mail.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Time: Grocery store

Obviously coming fresh as life
But in the bin, it goes as death,

Earth is like a grocery store
Supply comes and supply will go.

What vain is a trash to empty
In refuge sites just by the tomb

That just keeps on reminding us
We live in temporary home

As groceries in grocery store
A pack of wolves will cry someday.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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