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How I shine

I am like a breeze dispersed seed
Going wherever He takes me to
The I rotten, and germinate
Becoming a tree, rich and strong
All my the pains I have been through
Are written on my leaves and stems.

I am like a breeze dispersed seed
And I have felt the touch of God
Comforting, but I can not explain
Neither can I describe, how it felt
Going through volcano, and back
Sprouting richly in the deserts.

I am like a breeze dispersed seed
Going through land of no return
In the times I thought I was gone
Out of the blues, came his fingers
Lifting me above the waters
Saving me from awful disaster.

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

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.

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

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?

©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.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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

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

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

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.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.

On his throne

Before my music box unplugs
I would love to sit on thrones
Not to overthrown the King
Nor to question His great realm

But have galaxies on my gaze
With the air coming from my breath…
A friendly storm and iceberg
While my saliva pours down as rains

Demystifying gravity
Picking up things of pretty weights
Not to oppose gravity
But to appreciate and perceive

Up high, I shall understand why
He often spare predators;
But I am on a borrowed life
Ghosts to turn, one day in time.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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