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The death race

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Away from varying slates
At some point in this race
According to our fate
We shall be called, “it or late”.

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Into a distant land
According to God’s plan
So live life like you can
Today hop on the van.

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
To a place from the clay
And illusions of rays
Coming from yesterday
It might be yours today,

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Dwelling in shadow’s scene
Swimming in fearless stream
Yes, it is finish line;
Realm of forever dream.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Grateful Rest

Nothing stays fresh and ever green
Even the grass, withers and falls
Until we all eventually fade
We all shall taste of that life brings

The good, the bad, the sour, the sweet
Today nascent, tomorrow grey
Yes, at some point, we crave for rest
Life is but, cradle to the grave.

Where troubled minds will fall asleep
Well, I do not know, about you
But, if I can speak when I ghost
I will tell death, thanks for the rest.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Why do gods extend left hands?

At first, with a right hand
The gods gave a large farm
All sorts of essential plants
And made them to grow well.

These plants were varied
Just like the five fingers
But they had such a beauty
In their great diversities.

Record books postulated
A bountiful harvest
The store rooms were expanded
Not until, one fateful day,

The same immortal gods
Whose benevolence poured
From their powerful right hand;
Extended their very left hand

Then from another end
The ice cap began melting
And the great Sea’s level
Tremendously grew

Birthing a stubborn flood
That came with a full force
From the coast, without fear
Wiping away the entire farm.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.

My everyday feeling

The clock ticks
And unplugs
The fuse to
Moments
Nows and nouns
That created muse
Leaving me lonely
In the dark,

Vacuum fills
My soul
Digging deep
Darks holes
Drowning me
In my tears
With a lot of beer
Down my throat…

Trying to
Figure out
Possible
Ways through
To bypass
The sadness
And the hand of death
From striking…

How I wish
I could freeze
Its breeze from
Blowing
And sweeping
Away family and
Those I care.

But we can
Only shift
May be think
How to
Substitute
Death we can not cheat
At the end.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Today is mine

Today
Is all
I boldly
Call mine

Yesterday
Is ruthless
And careless
With time.

Tomorrow
Is brutal
Though hopeful
Most times.

Today
Is all
I boldly
Call mine.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Our Reality Show

We are all entertainers
Performing on the globe
At different locations
And varying genres…

What a wonder to see
The sunrise and sunset
With light as cameras
Scorching hot are some spots

And while the snow flakes drop
Others feel the harmattan
Long are some entertainments
Others have a short career.

What an unending programme
In heavens; the viewers
Must be addicted to
These reality shows…

For they switch the channels
Every twenty four hours
Giving rise to sunrise
And even to sunset.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Baskets and caskets

Every year we look forward to next
Speak of the Devil, December is here
But it has not a spark of decency
Taking many lives, at the final lap
You may not truly comprehend
Or understand the gravity
And the large vacuum it does create
Until it snatches someone close to you.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Paddling

Challenges comes
Challenges goes
And life keeps going
On and on again…

No one wins the race, but
The misconceptions
Of man’s intuitions
Created competitions.

Life is a cycle,
Short as a bread
Breath is a ride
Around the cycle

While paddling
Enjoy the ride
Because you would not
Go around it twice.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

R.I.P. Onyeche S.C

I saw blood on a ray
In great Agbor today…
Your chair was so empty
Radio was not playing

Today is the first time
I visited your house
Without seeing your face
And hearing your advise

“Stay away from fake friends
Please do not be reckless”
All these and many more
Made visits a glamour

Embracing me tight
There were these sensations
From sitting on your lap
Peaceful like waterfall

I watched you as you aged
Until life closed the page
I felt pain to the bone
While I was driving home

Recalling how you called
Me often on the phone
Memories unerased;
You can not be replaced

You were so kind and dear
The vacumn would be there
It is sad you are gone
Guess heaven needs you more.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

… R.I.P to my amazing Uncle.

#Pa_Onyeche_S.C.(JP)
#Baba_of_Agbor

Died on the 1st of December, 2019

I hate December

Although I love Christmas
The time is here again
When we all fight
Desperately
To make double gain
By any means
Necessary.

Although I love Christmas
I detest pains she cause
Our poor loved ones
Picture them crying
From our ugly fates
When it creates
The prefix late.

Although I love Christmas
Life ought to be simple
Not as tipples
Carelessly do
Gambling it all, and
Forgetting
There are no spare parts.

Although I love Christmas
I hate December
Because she creates
A mentality;
Hey! don’t be late
When no one
Closes the gate…

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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