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Prayers for courtships

He who seeks shall find
No one is an Island
No one knows all things
Or what tomorrow sings

Hence I pray thereof
May God make you love
And may He strengthen
The webs of your duck

No one is an Island
So may He hold your hands
So it shall attract good luck
To open all sort of locks

May God make you fuck
Many, but not make you marry
Your best friends that were
Suppose be just friends.

May He never make you two
End up as just as best friends
Whereas you were suppose
To be a match made in heave.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Prayers pray poem

Eyes closed, kneels down
I hath learnt to pray…
Now my prayers
Are stray like bullets
And my mouth a gun
With tongue of fire
Melting all thorns
That shall steal my throne.

Curse thee, that thou
Shall never meet me
Now or in thy path…
Owls be blind bats!
Evil knives be blunt
Infringe not my ray
Stab thy selves to grey…
Now hath learnt to pray.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Learnt to pray

I hath learnt to pray…
Jezebel daughters
Shall turn blind and
Go froze, subzero cold….
By the tingly sound
And call of His names.

And Pharaohs shall be
Mad as March hare
And powerless foes
While I chest missiles
Back to the senders
I hath learnt to pray.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Trouble knows me

Trouble knows me well
Trouble rings my bell
Trouble brings me hell
Trouble always care.

Every time I sail
I get many nails,
Piercing through my ship
Sinking my great sail.

Am I really cursed?
The preachers do say
For all your sins boy
The debts He had paid.

I often try to pray
But to no avail
And each time I sail
There comes another nail.

Unrest Soul: Love above

It glows in the glove and grows like a clove
But hidden like a treasure trove
In forever is his endless love
You find a trove in a mud without a glove.

But if love letters were addressed to the needless
It will make minds mightily man-up relentless.
Heartbreak and lovelorn would be a deja vu
Then I hear: “love is beautiful” but says who?

When heart is deflated and left airless
Javelins and arrows pierces to the spotless
It is true love but it was careless
His treasure trove is not effortless.

I’m not saying that you shouldn’t love
But love is stronger when peace has a dove
Flying mutually together; skydiving up above-
…Love is good when you look up and see a prove.

It glows in the glove and grows like a clove
Stretch your arm and deepen your palm in his glove
For the hands He joins none can remove
Such good loving doesn’t have a counter move.

Don’t Call Me Mad: Morning Prayers

Six A.M the cock crows
Powerless has the nightmare turned
Out of bed we yarn and row
To fetch the breads for a jowl
Before the tongue taste a chow
We knee, to say good morning to Sir
To Him alone that created the time in a clock.

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