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A Lost Ring

You can't remember how things used to be
before this business with the ring began.
’Twas on display where all who passed could see;
under its spell, you broke the glass and ran.

With neither explanation nor a need,
you set your prize inside your trophy case.
It seems the ring has once again been freed;
just last week, someone broke into your place.

So here you are, discretely cruising pawns,
unfathomably captured by this gem.
Worse, now you know you're one of many Johns;
bereft, yet joined to some strange diadem.

Detached and disconnected, you push through;
you're never truly lost… The ring finds you.

————-

for the One in Five Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
written on 07/03/2022

The Well

THE WELL

The emptiness inside,
unfathomably deep,
indescribably wide,
a void that will not fill
though pack it tight we will
with endless striving:
relationships, places, things.
Hauntingly, the space remains
a vacuum.

There is a well, a living spring,
meant to baptize everything:
the emptiness,
the blank charades,
soul voids that hunger,
pain,
sorrows that wrench,
guilt that gnaws,
the Destroyer’s grasping claws 
feeding his own emptiness.

Plunge in the Well, the flowing spring,
immerse the soul,
drink fullness, clean,
Christ alone, the water living,
fills every void,
all forgiving:
haunting guilts,
all crushing sorrows,
blessed hope for each tomorrow.
He fills us, fills us ever
that we thirst again 
never.

Copyright January 5, 2022

Love's Epitome

They urge you to chase peace inside.
I express what is hidden behind.
Implies the presence of that little soul.
In a palm-sized place that is hidden from view.
Nonetheless, you are undefinable.
Your essence is unconquerable.
It is unfathomably considerable.
You are limitless.
You are delectable.
You are formidable.
You are the embodiment of love.

Skeletons In My Closet

Every closet has those - haunting sockets, death white bones, hollow smiles..
Skeletons in the closet.
Mine too, bigger ones and a few smaller, calmly taunting
with each creak of open door..
Most times I am lost in their deep dark glare 
I become them! Me - one of those ghastly skeletons
With crooked bones, where once was flesh and life
I am one with their cult, oddly mysterious and  unfathomably evil.
At times I am haunted, their glare cutting through my lifeline, 
Sucking away my calm, filling emptiness and a weird chill in its place
At times like those, I get goosebumps
And I shut the closet and my eyes and heart
Refusing to neither be the haunted nor the one to haunt
When those doors close... I know,
the scars they hold are not for my haunting, but are reminders of long lost path..
I am not defined by my skeletons in my closet
and neither should you.

Sing In the Rain

Dear Rain 
The natural studio I have often visited 
In the late June July August visit 
A good singer I am still not yet 
But I am toned on whenever you visit 
Wet my voice again tonight 
Come gently again this eventide 

Dear rain 
Not the thunder storm like rain 
The one that leaves me brainstorming 
About the possible earth ending 
With lightening so terrifying 
And flooding that wrecks my aboding 
Rendering me naked before my folks 
Making me feel like I am in dirge 

Dear rain 
The teacher that is not seen 
Voice trainer in disguise 
Every drops and sounds you made 
Produces tones unfathomably great 
Singing along with every hits on the roof 
I am mused with the way you play your tones 
Come gently again this eventide 

Dear rain 
Every lyrics are well orchestrated 
Humming and shouting alike 
No listeners across the walls 
To the temple of my heart I sing 
Gently in this natural studio 
I am singing again tonight 
With every drops of the rain 
My beats are produced again 


© John Chinaka Onyeche

Monologue of a Star

Alone. Terribly, unfathomably alone. 
Silently, within the void I churn. 
Brilliantly, in hopes to be made known
I'll condemn all that I am to burn. 

Reaching. Into the void my warmth is reaching. 
My aura pulsing, pleading to be seen
Over the walls of distance breaching
Despite the time and space that lies between. 

Empty. A bitter, heavy, crushing empty. 
Collapsing, I descend into a hole
Until not even light itself may leave me,
And time and space are under my control. 

7.7.20
For Nina Parmenter's You are a Star Contest

Oh the Irony, An Ode To Irony

Something nice from someone not so nice,
Happy things that distract you so much you become sad,
Liking someone leading to stress about liking them,
Not being able to breathe because you are on top of the world and the air is so very thin but you are still on top of the world, untouchable, unfathomably pleased.
Oh the irony.
A cursed and blessed and odd sensation of oxymoronic irony.
A beautiful twisted villain in the fate of star crossed lovers, but a gorgeous heroic Deus Ex Machina in the story of otherwise unparalleled lives
The demise from too much love-- ironic.
The accidental meet cute-- ironic.
It flips, it flops, but at the end of the day, nothing stops Irony,
She does what she wants.

Quantum Consciousness

A Shadorma

Senses on
an overload status;
circuitry
stat icky,
jettisoned into the past,
a revelation.

Moment of enlightenment comes;
beyond the door
lay a world
unfathomably brilliant;
other worlds calling.

Flying through
the ether’s,
a moment,
a challenge;
atoms unbound and rebound,
a quantum side-step.

Dimensions,
parallels collide.
I am here,
I am there,
universal expansion;
a quantum journey.

A World

like no other. Tiny blue speck in a void unfathomably large.
Self aware beings truly not aware of much.
Self impressed with no reason to be. 
Obsessed with sex and violence driving forces of existence.
Compression point coming.
Evolution of thought and reality speeding forward like never before, moving at such speed it could easily fly off the rails.
How to manage the transition is the quest. New driving forces must prevail, the old ones will explode it all. Hate and hormones must be exchanged for a global philosophy of humanism that benefits all. 
Technology will be the key. Will it be controlled by the few or the many? Will central masters dictate or will mass communication win the day. Will it be a global dictatorship or universal democracy? Will Humanism prevail or will religious/ governmental oligarchies subjugate? The future is fluid. Humanism must prevail, or dystopia it will be.

Filtered Vision

I can't get the image of her out of my mind
Her sweeping fringe covering her eyes that are unfathomably green
My lungs burst with sadness and desperation
Fish circle me like death
Eyes that watch
Ears that listen
Mouths that scream
Her her HER
I scream and water passes through my black lifeless lips

Six Words On Ego

Unfathomably vast universe.  Look at me!!

Feather Eyes

Eyes of a bird, all-seeing,

except this time it was me, a girl

with feather eyes,

unfathomably looking into yours





6/13/2015

End Up Where I Began

Years gone by I photographed
The sun rise and set, capturing
Kaleidoscopic colors cascading
Dawn to dusk across the untouchable touch
Of God’s unfathomably deep skies.
Overlooking cathedral towers and
Ancient battle fields where blood flowed warm and red;
Church steeples standing sentinel over cemeteries
Of the long ago lovely, now dreaming and drifting past
Stadiums over-filled with laughing, languishing, living dead sentient beings;
Museums, libraries and roads connecting and converging
Past, present, future and all points infinitely between.
In my mind I photographed these.
But now I sit devoid of film,
No camera lens to capture stills
Other than this life I’ve led
Step by step inside my head from
Life to life and death to death,
Ever so thankful for every flower, seed, smile
And whisper of gentle wind upon my face.
Step by timeless step, inching towards the inevitable rendezvous
Of who I really am, knowing 
Somewhere between the light of day and dark of night
I’m bound 
To end up where I began: With ONE
Eternal Photograph in Hand.

True Color

Man's begotten by God not to be perfect but to be good
You and I, all fallible who perpetrate the mark of Cain

Imperfections, attributes to be well-pleased of
Moving on beyond impossibilities and nonentity
Perfections, just dreams - fantasies
Everyone has their own worst part
Reality's always at your side - running behind you like shadows
Find your genuine being - you're TRUE COLOR
Everything you cannot perceive by your eyes but heart can do comprehend
Cherish yourself - your life and existence
Think unfathomably
Imagine everything
Overcome and surmount
Never conciliate to be pre-occupied by your IMPERFECTION.

Infinity

In vastness lies a secrecy,
Held tighter by unreasonably
Large matters which our mind
Can't reach and simply falls behind;
Yet, wondering in the place of these,
Set right by those whose bias means
That even as we lose our grip
We've yet to fall apart.

Is:

Greatness - telling a darker tale,
And minds that hear it start to fail,
As forward motion places us
On track to fool the rest, and thus
As longing just to find the key
Will hold the lock for each of these:
You teach us what it means to be
Unfathomably Large.

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