Cursive, no thieves, just leaves, viva la valedictorian
Verily voting for venom,
Victims inclusive of some who had heard of him
Ofcourse
Vocal for Jesus like voting or venting
The vast invitations have vogued him
Visions of Vashti vroom through my vexing
But all I visit is the invincible
Vote it over all the visible
Vexing never vindicated alone
Eyes stay above from thought to tone
Violent verbal confession
No thieving touches the one will say
“I am more than Victorious”
Niel Quchi
© 2023
I’ve heard of the sweat and essence
Of loved ones
Worn in a vial around the neck
Wrapping them in the fragrance of love
I’ve heard of a lady’s favour
Worn on armour
To protect the soldier in battle
And surround them with home
I’ve heard of love marks
Left by lovers
Like dogs marking their territory
Each tiny red welt saying “mine”
I’ve always wanted one of those
I’ve always wanted to feel owned
And belonged to
And belonging to
This craving has drove me into the arms
Of pharaohs and philistines
And mad scientists and thieves
Who plunder and take and take apart
I seemed to have forgotten
I did belong to One
Father, Son and Spirit
I wore the fragrance of His peace
My heart was His favour
Worn around His ‘holey’ palms in pride
His Spirit was my love mark
Shining through my words and my eyes and my prayers
Screaming “Mine!”
When I did remember
My world was alright again.
Ifechukwu Miracle
©2020
Christ a poet 