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Logical Question

Who made evil
Who made the ghost
Of what purpose
Do we all breath
When at the end
We all shall ghost..

Out of His image
We were created.
But some are sweeter
Others are hotter
Individuals
Varies in likes.

He created the earth
And other bodies
Around the sun
In the middle
Of thick darkness
An endless space…

Please do not point
Or refer me to
The book of John
Or Genesis
I wanna know
Who created God?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Twenty-third Century Blackman

His culture he held high
Until globalisation
Which is the narrow line
Between sanity and
Insanity widened.

There goes the Century man
Clean in words, stained in conscience,
Conducting church crusades
With thick red blood and guts
Disgorging from his hands.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Perfidy by the Prez

Light it up on the shrine,
Enough of blood and owls
Set ablaze old oak tress
Let the hawks gather smokes
Of freedom that shall come
Light it up for a change…
We did; as we were told,
Democracy still eats
Fowls from same pot in shrine
We were liberated from.

Now I wonder; what is
Of the positive change…!
We had clamoured for
Was is but a mirage
Many die every day
Under the thick dark smoke
Yet smiling; it is strange
We are where we are now
When we have the strong wings
To fly all heights and lengths.

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

Sonnet: Message to LGBT community

Stop Lesbianism, stop gay, stop bisexuality
Humans are meant to be heterosexual
One in zero, not all these homosexualities
Mad men in nosocomial are shackled
Treated of their delirious diseases
Not psyched that they are normal.
Why not treat the hormonal imbalances.

Transgender, the stunts of science
Bestiality, the puppets of the demons
To what end, would these continue
Probably when, it becomes more than a culture
And the true sexuality of human nature
Is lost and forever forgotten in six bands..
Oh, please; stop backing the wrong horse.

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

God in every breathe

Far from dimming lights
But procreativity,
There are traits of God
Seen in every breathe.

Astonished, how amazingly,
Animals can be.
A dog would guide
Humans so jealously.

In the green grass plots
Existence can be felt,
Like bouquet of roses,
His pleasant love radiates.

Aside lands, even in air
There are traits of Him
Seen in the form of doves
So calm, peaceful and fair.

Troubling no entity
There are beautiful butterflies
Like His wonders, the fireflies
Go lightning with no hostility.

Taking a deep dive in oceans
And seas, no scout can gain
A full knowledge and cognition
Of His treasures and funds

Sharks come for flesh and blood
But each time I see the noesis
Of Dolphin’s, coming to rescue
I recall, He is a helping God.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Closed book

Am I the only one in an unspeakable scruple?
Abducting are my faith in praying mountains
Asking questions of many uncertainties.

Signs of end times are manifesting
Same phrase in the ice and stony age
Spinning spontaneously along the twenties.

Patience is now a collapsing mountain
Pro-rata; many gone waiting; please forgive me
Pardon my forsaken sincere curiosity

Avail me answers to these spiritual confusions
Are we left on earth to flourish or perish?
Are we alone in individual trance of existence?

Without Him coming, just our beguiling self-esteem
Waking up to never; when we kick buckets;
Wandering around the charms of a closed book

Yet sleeping in conundrum and enigma of breath
You pretentious humans know what I am saying,
Yahweh please! Open the book for the bigots.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Who made God

We pray; even preach
Yet, we can not clearly pitch
Who made Supreme beings.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ode of earth

Can I crave your indulgence
To take you all, back in time
When the world was large and just
A virgin newly formed from dust…

Ancients we may name her now,
Then, She was freshest of nouns
For everything about her body
Had the taste of milk and honey.

Treasures and laws; irregular orders
Hence, for fleshy greed of genders
She became as loosed as a mush.
Didn’t the Creator stand and watch,

While emperors ripped and tore her pants
Grabbing all her succulent body parts
Ramming and raping her brutally….
Well; She spread and moan in jubilee.

All the ill they did her, She did not charge
They even stole her lands, wide and large
Building up the wealthy family roots
While the pure and just, fell and rot.

The ancient days, that once were
Filed its knives for striping her wears
And when they did, she echoed their tales
Singing; great warriors, who never fell.

Innocent necks these great warriors slit
She called weaklings, cowards, and unfit.
To all their tears that came in as flood
She open her mouth and swallowed the blood.

From colored dye, time removed the chrome
Like menstrual cycles; her off has come
The echoes of her voice now resounds
No more violence please, no more bloods

Seems she has seen all parts of the movies
She now distinguishes friends and enemies
Coming to her full senses about existence
She speaks against excuses and false pretense

For these current days, the terrorist
Have same fanatical mayhem mentality
That emperor of ancient rocks had swung
But She says, I’m time, I always change.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Speak directly

Have you ever asked questions
Pertaining your expeditions
Down the paths of religions,
Cultures and traditions ?

Do I believe in a Creator?
Yes I do, but I need a mentor
To prove flames and perceive odours
Oozing through these many doors.

My kneels falls on the floor
Sometimes am lost on its tour
Finding a true faithful shore
But I lie, am filled with His gore,

Taking momentum to ceilings
Expecting extra feelings
After a pool of baptism,
I go speaking in tongues

Acting or not; miracle pours
But I doubt and expect more
More to show, like visible dews
We are many, sadly it is true.

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

Thorny Christmas trees

Jiggle bells
Days like this
I turn cold
Seeing leaves
Tall; short trees.

Jiggle bells
On each branch
I see crowns
Made of thorns
Round His head.

Jiggle bells
Cross from woods
Woods from trees
Trees of thorns
An irony.

Jiggle bells
I detest
Decorated
Leafy trees
At his birth

Jiggle bells
Do you know
He was hung
On naked tree
Till he ghost.

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