LOOKING FOR PERFECTION

The sense that man is incomplete,
And wish to feel he is replete
Will stir his heart to take a move
Towards the feeling of sweet love.

Love is the call of flesh and soul.
Both keep the shout and keep the call
Till they both find what's fit for them
To make them both live sweetest dream.

No incomplete man can be calm
Till findind the girl and the balm
That soothe the thirst in his dry heart
And with her he can never part.

She gets the flesh, the heart, the soul,
And he says, " You have got me all.
Give me just your heart and take me.
Without You l can never be. "

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE HEAVENLY SONGS

An angel is inside her jail.
She is a really charming girl.
No one beside to see her charm
Except the viol on her arm.

She plays on it a lovely tune
That brings around a great fortune.
The birds of sky gather around
To change to heaven her pure ground.

She lives with angels around her
Who move the pious love in her.
They appear as white charming birds
That coo their lovely, sweetest words.

Between her tunes and their love songs,
Her jail to heaven then belongs.
The land around and highest space
Become her heaven and dream house.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE BLAMELESS GUILT

Relish is far from her dim heart.
No jokes can her sad heart delight.
No man can look at her plain face
Though her heart beats like any lass.

Her pride does not let her shed tears,
Nor sadness at her face appears.
Her heart is sad, but her face cheats,
A smirk on it its frown competes.

I saw her once walking at night;
The street was dark like her sad heart.
I greeted her but her deep sigh
Revealed her heart with its veiled cry.

I hurried past but felt the truth.
I was upset for that poor youth,
Who has no guilt, but her plain face,
And how can she that guilt erase ?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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AGE AND KNOWLEDGE

When years roll by, man starts to fear old age.
It stirs the fear of death; it provokes rage.
No power in this world can this fear cast,
Save feeling that his heart is dwelt by Christ.

The Lord is in his heart; just he can look
And see His eyes contain a large, thick book
That includes all the love that Jesus gives
Which reassures that man forever lives.

Man tries to see how loving Christ can be;
The more he knows, the more he feels deep glee.
How can age frighten him if more he knows,
And with his ken much happier he grows?

For sure his heart will be so full of love,
And that love will the earthly fear survive
As God in his heart holds his hand and soul
And they together in His kingdom stroll.

By JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE REAL PRINT
We are in race with time to leave a print
In such an immense world where we exist.
Each has the sense of self, as all the crowd,
He tries to show his worth in this vast world.

Some kings had printed names before we came.
They proved how great they were in fame and name.
They led such countless hordes and conquered lands
And lots were lost to build their statues' stands.

I drudge to scrawl my print with my own hand;
My own sweat is the price for which is paid.
I wish my print to give some help to man
And not to make him worse or bring him down.

How great those are who build and not destroy,
Who give and not just take to reach their Troy,
Whose love weaves quilts for those who feel so cold
And give a push to those who are not bold.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DON'T BUY, BUT LIVE.

What's really good for you is just to feel
The Lord's inside your heart and has appeal
To make you love Him much and love His ways
More than the alms to people you appraise.

It is an extreme ease to buy and sell,
But that can't be the case with bliss and hell.
God is inside your heart; just live with Him.
He is the source of bliss and happy realm.

When you feel that He is so kind and good.
Then certain you can be He is your God.
He is more tender than mothers on earth
And cries before you do when you're in dearth.

He is the Lord Who died on cross for you
And forgave all who tortured Him and drew.
No power did He use to solve His grief,
But through His painful death, He brought relief.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A GIRL IN THE WHEAT FIELD

Youth and beauty are her gifts;
They are what give her such lifts
To float lightly on corn ears
With a heart so full of cheers.

Stretching her arms means a lot:
Charm and softness she has got.
All life gifts are in her hand,
Like a princess fair and grand.

Cheerful are the wheat and stalks,
Kissing her feet as she walks,
Hoping her stroll not to end
Till their harvest is at hand.

Wheat and men enjoy her sight
As she runs with flying feet.
Their joy casts out all their fear
And what cruel time will bring her.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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