e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Home » Posts tagged '(Mrs Bridget N. Onyeche)'

Tag Archives: (Mrs Bridget N. Onyeche)

Over Six Decades (Happy birthday mom)

If you ever think of a mother,
Or you try to visualize one,
Cast your gaze upon my mother.
I don’t know about yours,
but mine is one-off
And the best anyone can ever have.

My soul is full of longing
for the secrets of her care,
and her soft kind heart
even when she portrays fire
and a lioness but like mother hen
that soft heart of hers,
always come forth like the morning dawn…

Her motherly affection always sends
a thrilling pulse through me each time I recall
growing up under her rules, eating her foods…

If not her guidance
perhaps I would have been ruined,

I am so proud to call her my mom.

Happy birthday mom,
may God’s grace, mercy and protection
continue to shower upon you.

I wish you many more years on earth,
with sound health as you reap the reward
of the good seeds you have sowed.

©2020 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Spoonful

Just like the cream,
In coffee and teas,
Rises to the top,
In the glass cup…

It is conspicuous
I got a rather die
Hovering around
And over my head.

Do not get it twisted
Behind the dark clouds
The sky is always blue
When they come through…

Like a mother hen
And a mountain gorilla
Underneath the sky
Rivers never runs dry,

Whether bedazzled or not,
It is never by chance
They prepared the ground,
Grounds on which I stand.

At times I wonder,
Why I am so blessed…
I will never bend a lip
For if I were to worship

Any mortal being,
My amazing parents
Would be whom I
Would always lift high…

Don’t get it twisted
I believe in God
And I am grateful
For a heaped spoonful.

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

Period of my rebirth

If I am to be rebirth
I shall love my destiny
To roam and scout for any
Trace of my present parents

I shall not just travel
To feel the beautiful world
But find an umbilical cord
Deep right inside my cradle.

Before water breaks or flows
I shall love to receive
All their sweet beautiful traits
Genetics and hereditary throws

I hope, they are not stressing
Worrying about my tomorrow
For nine months in a row
While the bumps is growing.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

24 August 1953 (Happy birthday to my dad)

Lawrence Egun Onyeche

A breathe, on me you blew
And gave my pay a dew…
So rare, so not a few;

Blood, yet a friend,
Bond that never bends;
Type that never breaks.

My frame and my elbow
My thick wire and cable
Placed food on my table…

Sixty four more than a number
It marks an unending ladder
You are, truly a born leader

God grant your wishes today
Fail to plan, plan to fail
That’s what you often say,

I am the candle, you gave a flame
You hit the hammer on my nail
There is legacy in your name…

Today; you were a droplet,
Now you are an ocean outlet
Everyone envy your jet…

In sun, you never melt
In ice, you are so warmth
A father, heaven sent

My pride, hands on my chest!
Your voice has an impact
It is forever felt.

Hip, hip… Hurray!!! Happy birthday,
In health, long life to you; daddy
Happy birthday, to you daddy.

Ode: NGOZIS’ ATTRIBUTES


Ngozi of all traits, poise, willpower and heartiness

Greatness precise to attitude, victorious she is

Nevertheless, behind her shine is a first-rated husband, don’t forget the kids

To whom she whispers the shrewd strategies to at the right time

 

Mother, wife, Sister and Aunt; Pretty she is, pretty she does

Like a hen, she protects her kindred and discipline she edifies

So sharp-eyed, she first glimpse the fiery fire

And clears the road for those who deem

 

Banquet hot-dished cold, kitchen never dries; hardworking she is

Her well-prepared meal nourishes the Kindred soul

For the hale and hearty Kindred, her perpetual love is endless

At night she tucks them up snugly in the well spread beds and; comfort is infinite.

 

At days of snag, she remains steadfast to God; He never fails to answer her

Always on the rally round track; all for the betterment of the kindred

Healing hands, preferred to be weighed down by those who lean on her

In her thrilling track’s perkiness, many passed many stiller passing.

 

 

 

Comment:

Mrs. Onyeche B. Ngozi is my mother.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2009

%d bloggers like this: