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Meticulous God

All I do
When tides are huge
Is to pray
For better days…

And each time
I fail to breath
I still perceive
God’s pleasant stew.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Monkey in cage

I placed courage in open cage
In search for gains but it brought pains
That is fatal and so brutal.

I swung on trees when coasts were free
I swung all edges to break this cage
The sweats I put, no longer counts.

I swung to undo but was fooled
I swung, I climbed, with all my limbs
The hope was large but a mirage.

I am locked up so please shut up
Inspirations, will only bring pains
That is fatal and so brutal.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Limerick: Protecting you

You appreciate life while running a race
Unaware that crossing lines, is all by grace
If only you knew,
That He thinks of you…
You will appreciate, His unknown face.

Sincerely I bet, none can ever count
The arrows He impedes at sleepless night,
And yet you backslide
With no shame to hide
Disregarding His pretty gift of breathe.

Your thoughts are wile, clock fast and occupied
Living for moments round and round the pie
Losing track of time
Making beets with lime
Gradually forgetting that mortals die.

Salvation is but a personal race…
Becomes the favorite line you embrace
While eating your cake
Whereas he stays awake
Ordering His Angels to guide your case

Haven’t you read Psalm 91 to the end
Honestly humans will give daily bread
Expecting to take
But He stays awake
Protecting you from things that want your head.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.

He never dies

There is no iota of doubt
In the creator of tribes

Hence no tribesman, in life
Be he wise or a fool

Should measure up to Him
Or try to mimic His shoes

For God lives, in the rooms
The living can not breath.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Take responsibilities

Be responsible;
For what you do

Tell me not; it’s
What Devils do

Whereas we are but,
Both wise and fools

A demons tool,
And an Angel’s pool.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hubs of faith

Always see faiths
As wine that smells
As bill brand notes.

Without evidence
We see right things
While in distrusts.

Faith is upthrust
Flying sea depth
From something felt.

Hesitate not
Hub at a point
Here it long last.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Faith

There is a goal and a vision
You should die for.

No simile nor metaphor
But religious.

It is a tool for a mission
To heal a sore.

Understanding a religion,
Need little seeds.

But to believe and trust on
Needs stronger minds.

For the heavenly souls to tour;
And aim at us.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Adam’s Story: Eve 2 (Incomplete)

The cocks crowed in quarrel tones
More and more, alarm clock failed the most
Same would have been the outcome and results
Of thousand elephants on my head.

The bright and yellow sun
Was all over God son
…Me:
Easing through the trees and lee

Unlike every-other days in the garden
I woke up from a deep sleep
With a feeling “I’m frighten
And lonely”.

Like a lock without a key
Within me I felt
So unfolded and incomplete
Someone must have taken a part of me

Apart from strange sounds like thunder
Nothing ever made my heart feel unbidden
There must be trouble in big heaven
Or so, I concluded.

Don’t Call Me Mad: Prayers for a Day and Night

Prayers for a Day and Night

 

O lord thanks be for another day

That a nobody me has stylishly seen

In the face of all my filthy sin

Doubts and a narrow spotted faith .

O lord thanks be for another night

That an all-in me is to go forty winks

Protect me send angels on wings

To see me through all nights and days.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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