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Prayer to my Guardian Angel

Nothing is hidden
Under the Sun

I know you see all
My crimes and my flaws,

Am only human
Like one, I err.

I might have uttered
Tonnes of wrong words

Am on a chopper
In dimming skies

Turn not your lights off,
The world is dark.

My Guardian Angel
Please guard and guide

Leave me not alone
All on my own

There are Devil’s snares
Am so unsafe.

© 2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ode of a mortal warrior

My curiosity asks
Questions mortals fear, for
Sorrows to disappear.
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.

Against my flesh, my bone
Has led me into hell
Challenging immortals
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.

Stretching arms to both ends
Breaking doors and drawing
Swords with the gods of war.
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.

Wedging war against all;
The Angels and demons
Are both in alliance.
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did…

Pray for me, to endure
The chokes of my own dust
When the wind of pain blows…
Pray for me, I have done
An unspeakable thing
No mortal ever did.

©2019 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

Religious regret

When we were just kids
We were told some tales
And read some in books
Fairy and histories
Of how twin killings
Were abolished; then
And how the crosses
Became refuge from
Immoralities;
So commendable.

But as at this dawn
Seems histories drew
Wrong pictures of us
Our tradition and pride
Was washed off in seas
Retracing our path
I see strange footprints
Unmentioned in books
Gun powders, claiming
Quadruplets every seconds

We had our monarchy
Running well in ancients
But brainwashed and slaved;
Even shrines we burnt
Turned mosque and church
Chief priest we condemn
Has now evolved
Preaching and performing
Miracles, commanding crowds
Africa gods inside white clothes.

©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

Speak directly

Have you ever asked questions
Pertaining your expeditions
Down the paths of religions,
Cultures and traditions ?

Do I believe in a Creator?
Yes I do, but I need a mentor
To prove flames and perceive odours
Oozing through these many doors.

My kneels falls on the floor
Sometimes am lost on its tour
Finding a true faithful shore
But I lie, am filled with His gore,

Taking momentum to ceilings
Expecting extra feelings
After a pool of baptism,
I go speaking in tongues

Acting or not; miracle pours
But I doubt and expect more
More to show, like visible dews
We are many, sadly it is true.

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

Caught in the middle

One tunnel, two ends with so many bends
And piercing needles, caught in the middle
Where each of them say; theirs is the right way.

Joy and bridle, religion they fiddle
With bends of believes and needles of grieves
In tunnel called earth, two ends; life and death.

©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

Refrain for peace

Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist and others
Battle over an ideology tagged by doctrines…
Killing one another; I can’t take it no more.
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Over the world, in your homes or neighbors
An invisible enemy; poverty and hunger,
Keeps winning as children are dying
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Parents are crying, yet you fight over doctrines
That were here in rock of ages before you were born.
And would still be, after you are gone
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Without life there will be no doctrine reader,
Yet for the doctrine, you rake and take lives;
When all doctrines have some common lines
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

The world is older than you, the Creator sees
So practice that you preach, show love to one another,
Irrespective of denominations, cultures and traditions…
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

©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
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