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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

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

Waking up till we ghost

Larvas may fly as butterflies
All moves they try are old in skies

Partying wile! come out in style
In a short while, we all will die.

On chopping boards we are capons
Life grabbed the horns, and toss a coin

Not all that churn, spread butter on
Like rhinos horns, unequal torn

Finger are not, same bolts and nuts
Nights batter hats, it hurts a lot.

Up comes the sun, we think we won
But we are born to take a turn

There is no cure to our failure
It is for sure, life is impure.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Entrusting death

Death, I know that you can sting
Poison my wine, I will drink
For if I begin to count
The knives, arrows and bullets
You have put into my chest
The ears that hear will go deaf
For eyes that saw still shed tears.

Death, I know that you can bite Between those claws and white teeth
I give you reasonable doubts
Not because, am scared of you
Nor because, am weak to fight
But, that stinging bees build hives
And ants that bite, still build hills.

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

Haiku: Death breathes

In and out
Aside the last breathe
Death too, breaths.

@2019 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Rocks and rivers

This breathe beholds short stick to hold
Run out of luck, still like a rock,
The rivers flows, yesterday played
Aloud in heads, all the good times
Shared in the shirt of wine and dirt.

Tomorrows lives and also leaves
Breathe are fooled by pretty tools
Fighting for wealth from width to breath
Daring last feet for wine and dirt
Wearing the shirt dust never fulls.

This breathe beholds short stick to hold
Run out of luck still like a rock,
As rivers flows, stars also glows
With regrets yet, none dish the dirt.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Queued to death

Although life is but
Rule or then be ruled
In it; we are queued
Not by birth or breath.

Often we fall out
Of line, by the rot
Of distracting wealth
And mirrage of fact;

No one knows the length
Of line; and whose next
But on queue we wait
Till we turn to dust.

©2018 https://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

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

The explosion

Boom !
Was the sound
Up!
Tossed the sands


Down!
Came in parts
Blood
Flesh and bones


Clouds!
Grey and ash…
Wet
Tears that rush


Pale
Turn to dark
Sad
Tragic day.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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