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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

Born of rape

I am a cell
That often sail
From abortions
And its portions
You were the maid
Ripped into shreds
Triggered I swarm
Away from shams

But your ovary
Just couldn’t free
A frightened cell
Running from hell
After a month
Doctors report
Confirmed you were
Pregnant; I feared

And since you had
No one to hold
Responsible;
Like most people
Abort and move
I thought you would
But you stood up
Strong like a rock

You carried me
A growing hill
And I wondered
Deep down under
How you managed
With all those rage
To keep me warm
Inside your womb.

©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

Tricky knife of death

There are knives in the air
Cutting memos we share
How I wish life is sold
No one would feel the cold
I have seen what death wears
Hence I may never fear
Sadly, it changes its clothes
Every time it comes close.

I’m not a Prophet
But I’ve seen velvets
Spreading across the page
On a cradle that age.
It never seems to cease
Ricochetting with ease
Bringing tears on pillows,
From the doors to windows.

I dreamt it took Shady
I woke, I told Shady
Evading time to come
For a big tree to fall
We went down on our kneels
To nullify bad dreams
But the tricky knife graced
Another folk to grave.

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

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

December drivers

We are at the junction
We must apply caution
And not to be mentioned
As another lost soul
Life is not for auction
The brake has a function
There are many drivers
That drove in the summer
Stacking a lot of papers
Just to have a super
And beautiful winter
But bought a silent whisper.

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

Rude Awakening

The beautiful sky, the cool breeze
The twinkling stars, and sunlight
Refreshing water, delicious meals

The meme of science and discovery,
The great artifacts and all wonders
Unique organisms, the hills and trees

The intrigue of sleep, refresh awake
The weightlessness of play,love and laughter
An amazing family, sweet friendships

The fog, mist, snow, rain we see and feel
The odors and sweet fragrance we smell
The sounds and pleasures we hear and feel

Always gives me a rude awakening
I just have to accept the fact that,
A day shall come, when we will all be gone.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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