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Dear Child; work and pray

Dews can be the sweats
Dropping from the efforts
Put into a plan
Or it could be God’s plan

When the leaves are all
About to dry, and fall
There comes a tiny fog
Keeping it wet, for long….

Trees that hide in shades
Are those that gets short changed.
Dear child, look outside
For results search and find.

I know you are good
At the things that you do;
But, pray that the dews
Will always fall on you.

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

Lament of a creator

I created a ball around orbits
Different points varied in heat
Also, by cold; on same region
I placed two folks, opposite sex
Same skin, same hairs and I was served…

But their children, explored the ball
And lost in touch of their parents
And that they thought on origin.
Each that settled on vary spots
Was changed by cold and toned by heat.

They all forgot the one language
Of peace, and love their parents spoke
And they called me different names.
As their roots changed, did their believes
Now my image has many names.

They oppress different linguist
They shove themselves for tradition
They fight themselves hurting sisters
Killing brothers all in my names
And the culture they even lost.

If they understood, that there is
A common link and origin
They would not fight, but who would learn
Or listen to my loud thunder cry
And feel my sorrow when it rains…

Even when I tell then, the blunt truth
On origin of tribes, and the strides
That brought about different skins,
Hairs, languages and religions
They will still call me a fake god.

Whereas I am still the creator
And they, the product of my hands
Who prefer to use my name but
Searching for me they throw me out
When they get close to finding me.

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

Falling for an evil twin

You were more like my morning dew
In the thick dark, I searched for you
Till I stumbled upon your scent
In whose fragrance, I off my shirt
Soft skin texture, hot body frame
Welcoming better; when I came.

Never knew of an evil twin
You framed me, was I meant to win?
When she called me sweeter than tea
And iced my cake better and free
Who rejects a good healthy meal
For starvation climbing a hill.

Now I long for her evil ways
“You disappoint me”, you may say
Whereas you gifted my desire
A large volume of fuel and fire
Yes, I keep falling from the hills
You would do same, if you were me.

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

Dilemma of an Angel

If only I could just kiss and tell,
I know places to find the Angels

Based in heavens ringing bells
But on earth, red bloods they fetch;

Bold, and bowed religious outreach
Baking cakes, teachers that preach.

Bulldozers are rebuilding warships
But you see, only the worships.

Off but high in heavenly stewardships
Our acts have these blends of gels

Ordained but we still buy and sell
To you, so there is no need to tell.

Like hills, in crowd we never hide
Labelled as the consecrated birds

Dictating what is loosed or bound
Days outside robes are odd hours

Darkness is our natural towers
Doping all the Creator cowers…

If only I could just kiss and tell,
I would have rang a loud bell

Or reveal all the Angels that fell
But we are Angels, so who do I tell.

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

The Conscience

Drop the weapons, I know a place
To find the best of militaries
No need for forces, jets or marines

Laws or jury; I know a place
To find a court, with best of judges
No need for words, refrain of oaths

Alters or mats, I know a place
To find a temple and preacher
No need for scrolls or holy books

That such a place, is the conscience
Residing in us, day and night
Critic of ill moves that we make.

If we betide it on high regards
The world would be a better place
No crime, no war, but peace and bliss.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Keeping faith

I am a glass plate
Fragile, but not in faith
Falling from the cliff
Million meters high
Far above the ground.

Aside definition
All that hits are broken;
As light as feathers are
Weightless moth and paper
None ever makes it through.

Rain droplets scatter too
So be that as it may,
I have no other way
Of coming out alive
From gravitation pull.

So here I am falling
Reflecting sun like moon
Strangely, am not worried
Even as I see the rocks
Where am likely to land.

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

Twenty lines of reality

Where are the Kings
The Queen and Knights
Those who were strong
In histories and songs?

Where are the folks
The richest of works
Creams of societies
In previous centuries?

Are their lineages
Same across all ages?
Time is all I fancy
Because of its legacy.

You may be the king
Or a Queen of the ring
But please remember
We are all; time users.

Every age has a shuffle
Powers will always shift
To death there is no bribery
We are all its rivalry.

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

Bark back

R. I. P to the faithfuls
Ones that died coldblooded
By bombs, swords or guns
Far from the natural flood.

Whose very weaknesses
These killers use as drills;
Are the sins we fight
And the taboos we kill.

It is more sadden
That we do not take
These heavy laden
For bad cakes they bake.

An eye for an eye
They are sole survivals
We chose turning cheeks
To be a soul survival.

A hundred got burnt
And they keep doing more
Slaughtering for God
To our God we mourn…

The dogs that bark loud
Sometimes need a slice
Of a resilient mind
To hush in silence.

The greatest regret
Wouldn’t be bad fate
And the death therein
But sticking to faith

Especially when
At the end, no hell
No heaven, no paradise
We all believe and often tell.

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

Creator’s Computers

Believing He hears us when we speak
Whether aloud, muttering in brink
Life is an Ocean, so float or sink.
Note; we are all to death, a fink
Sets of computers, with varying kinks;
Aren’t you freaked out by such tricks?

I hope it is yes, because life is a jink
Captivating like Webfoot’s mink
I am me, eyes of me, several blinks.
Loosing my nerves, while I think
Ocean’s colors, pathways and link
Do you too see beyond the pink?

Exploring, my brain attempts to shake
These dead ends, are firewalls I think
Setting a limitation with my inks
Drawing and writing, all I think
But when I paint, I fall to my dink
Wondering about the water I drink.

Should the world, crash and shrink
Or burn and turn to void, a staking rink
Will all wonders and mystries just wink
And fade away like it never blinked
I hope these Firewalls falls or leaks
So I can visualize the things you think.

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

Element of beauty

Some are tall as hills
Germs die once they blink
Trees leaves fall and lay
Under such feet on the way….

Let’s start with me;
Hehehehehe… I often think
God looked the other way
When His hands were moulding me…

Often at times we say
Everyone is beautiful
Well, let us be frank
For at least today…

God was sleeping to say
When His hands was on a tool
Moulding both, white and black
Incomplete perfection to say…

Some people that I envy
Are to perfection in signs
Of awesomeness and never awful
Making lovers like me turn fools

For He was so happy
When He carved out some designs
Enamouringly beautiful
From heads to the toes…

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

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