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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

Weirdness of the African gods

References must be cited,
My lecturers emphasized.
Be of good behavior
My parents urged I endeavor

Today’s trends in Nigeria
Breeze sickness like malaria
As these politicians are embezzling
The pretty ladies go prostituting,

Fake pastors be casting out demons
As these men spin wheel of quick monies
The country is no doubt
A shadow of its unborn self…

The fortunes that favors the bold here
Are our indigenous identity we fear
As others make it inferior by faking
To be another thing yet utilizing

Our heritage but as the hidden secret
Beyond these laments, my questions are
Will you rather be a virgin that made hell
Or a professional prostitute that made heaven?

If you were the African gods,
Will you rather people come into your shrine for miracles
Or give out charms to an anointed prophet
Who goes performing your miracle in another gods name?

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

A Savior that never came


I was sent down
To save the world
From Herself
And breath on shelf…


From a distance
I stare at the
Scintillating wonders
Of Her elegance,


From the fresh air
Escaping through
The narrow gateways
Of an open leg


I perceived
The sweet cologne
Of Her fragrance,
Without emergence…


The white and blue
Were all panicking
“Don’t loose him
Don’t loose the mother”…


But … In my zone
I hummed after
The whistling palm
And echoes from the sky…


I hear voices calling His name
Strangely by different ways
From the sermon and mindsets
Thinking brains adopted


I could feel the vibration
Of Mother Earth
Resisting the ocean
From engulfing Her…


Through the closed eyes
I saw but I never came
Nor conquered the dark
By bringing delight


With a cry of a baby
On the mouth to suck
The nipples of milk
On the chest of a female


It is not that I love
To let the milk get sour
But I just can’t soar
With an immortal body


I could have been infected
By the magnanimous pleasure
And irresistible temptations
Mother Earth was wired by


I could not stand the chance,
Living on a borrowed time
Acquiring immerse wealth
Fighting for Her with nothing left…


Do not ask me what I mean
If you do not know
Where I have been;
Living timeless without pain…


So from a distance
I chose stillbirth
So I could bring down rains
When She is weak and dry


And when Her child depart
I join her cry bringing thunder
Expecting another episode
Of exit and entrance to life.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hypocritical extrovert

He stays in clusters
Not far from the trash

His converse and clump
Always fetch a punch

Brawling, war ridden
Everything he touch.

Man of religion
Brainwashes the church.

He ships and worships
With a faith that lurch

He is that example
Folks critic the church.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Holy glory

Holy glory; what a rare combination?
Beyond the world’s endless tribulation
Being loved would have been my retribution
Rosary now have many fabrication
Rising even the dead and evil celebration
Holy glory; is indeed a rare combination.

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