A CRIMINAL TODDLER
She is young, at the age of two,
and does not know what her life hides.
She is from her mother severed
and her life is filled with dark clouds.

Her mother is divorced for sins.
She was for sure just accused of.
The child is looked at from the start
as daughter of illegal love.

As a toddler, she needs hands to lift
when she falls, but she's left to cry.
She smiles but always she receives
a scowl but she just can't know why.

She goes to her grandfather's side
expecting him to coddle her.
He pushes her and she falls down
He will of crying her deter.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETRY IN VERSE
The words that take men out of selves
and place them in the world of thought
where all is clear and directs them
to relish what the verse has brought.

It is in language clearly coined
to make men ken the sense with ease
and know the notion it intends
to go through hearts and them to please.

It opens men's eyes to a fact
that makes them say that's really true,
or this is how a man should be
as real perfection hides from view.

All that is done without display
of strength to get the praise we want.
It's just a gift that drops on one,
and he unveils it as new light.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A MAN AND A HAWK
Bird of prey, what can we say
except that you have no heart?
You **** creatures which are frail
just to satiate your own crop.

Yesterday, l saw you ****
linnets just near that green hill.
You ate them and left their blood
on your curved beak as a mark.

How can you feel happy when
you **** fledgelings for your chicks?
They are too small to escape
or to shun your vicious grip.

"You speak, man," says that big bird.
"You **** herds and eat their blood.
You **** for food and for fun,
and at times, your fellow men.
I **** just to stay alive
and feed my chicks which l love."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHEN THE SOUL LOVES
My love is greater than my mind can bear.
I see whom l love weak, which calls my tear.
I rush to help but feel ashamed of nagging eyes
that show my weakness though my smile tries
to hide that shameful tear that never lies.

My soul is full of love, Platonic kind,
that involves depth of heart and thoughtful mind.
I love through endless soul whose love is deep,
and ties two souls to reach a height so steep.

I speak with someone dear, and find my soul
embracing her sweet heart with love so cool,
so far from worldly touch but full of sense
that descends from the sky , the great love source.

All people are so dear if black or white
as they have touched my soul, my mind and heart.
I love it whenl hear they're coming near
and thoughts of getting far can raise my fear.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
A GRAVE VICE
Love of self, you are a vice.
You can cause a deadly sin
that l cry the rest of life
and l don't know how to clean.

You could sever me from those
who helped me and l adored.
Then l  threw them to regret
those moments that won't return.

Persons who gave me great help
I deserted as l thought
they did not respect my rights.
Now, l grieve those foolish acts.

Self esteem l hate your ghost,
haunting me for my past deeds.
If l go back to that time,
I love all and you won't heed.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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JUST MOVE YOUR HAND.
If you want me, move your hand.
I'll be under your command.
I'll leave all what's dear to me
and come just your eyes to see.

With you, l live in a world
so far from the noisy crowd,
gardens with the purest stream
Where soft breeze gives hearts their aim.

You make me fly like a bird,
gliding on wings strong and wide.
Its aim is to reach the sky,
which your soft eyes can supply.

You show me what the sky gives,
pure love whose joy my chest heaves
in a world calm and serene,
where we crave to be unseen.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DO WE THINK OF THEM?
Have you ever thought of those who live great fear
caused by illness that can fill their lives with scare?
They were healthy and they lived their normal lives;
now they live nightmares and fear the scalpel cuts.

Life was smooth and went with them from day to day.
They embraced their children whose young age could win
all their hearts, fond sight, and all that love could grant,
happy father, lovely mothers, children so well built.

How can life surprise in such a hateful way?
Has it lost its heart and replaced it with clay?
It was such a helpful hand of soft skin.
Now it's got the sharpest claws that will bring bane.

How can they enfold their kids to loving chest
while tears well from their red eyes and drip from chin?
Can you bear that sight, cruel life, and keep your heart
safe and sound, enjoying life and its delight?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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