THE LOOK THAT EXPLAINS LIFE

There are lots of people whom you meet
But all you forget after you greet.
Only few you keep in heart and mind
As they have what can your fond heart bind.

People are mere victims in this life,
Grief and danger in it full and rife.
Only few have looks that go so deep
Summing up all life in just one peep.

They don't need to send a message loud;
They just look or act and you are bound
To get all the gist of life on earth
With all its sad fate and dreary dearth.

They move deep emotions that you have
And the deepest sighs in your chest heave.
They tell you a story through one look;
Little gist of it can fill a book.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MAN'S  FIRST  ENEMY

Like bees, they sting and then they die ;
Men know their fate but can't pass by.
A man stings too, then by remorse
Is killed and destroyed with his force.

What drives a man to this sharp pain ?
It can't be but a sordid bane
That burns his heart and his morale
And thrusts him to drown in his bile.

By instinct, man to life adheres
Despite his pain and loathsome years.
What forces man to use his sting
Though death lurks near to cheer and sing ?

He fears his death but still fears more
To lose his pride that he lives for.
He deems that his pride should come first
Or sides with death when it is lost.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A PLEASANT CHARACTER

The heart of gold, the tongue of jokes,
All people love her when she talks
As she her words joins with a smile
Revealing great mirth in her style.

She has a jovial look when she
Listens to people you and me.
When she hears something insincere,
It shows that talk is strange and queer.

She looks as if she weighs the man
Whose conceit claims he is someone;
Her look imparts she knows him well
And if he goes on she will tell.

She shifts in speech from tears to laugh
As if she forgets her sad stuff;
She does all that with such a heart
That fills the place with pure delight.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOVE  GIVES  COURAGE .

I know you are the warmth of heart,
That thaws the winter ice and blight.
You remove them from the cold chest,
And give the courage which is blessed.

You are the power that drove God
To come to us and die on rood.
You are the force that drove His mum
To stand beside Him cool and calm.

You are the force that drove saint John
To stand beside fearing no one.
You drove saint Arimathaea,
Not fearing who ruled Judea.

How much l ask this force to dwell
My heart and drive me to excel
At times temptations knock my door
To ask Who died for me ignore.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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TRUE  LOVE

True love is just charity like
Should be quite silent and not talk.
What your right gives should not be known
By your left hand or anyone.

When charity speaks with loud voice,
It's not a dole but show off choice,
And love just follows the same case;
If you outspeak, you'll love debase.

Love should be known just between two
The third is God Who's close to you.
Don't let a fourth side interfere
As then, your love won't be sincere.

Whatever occurs you should solve
Between the two and third above.
If fourth gets in, you lose a lot,
And first of all your trust will rot.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETIC  SATISFACTION

How great you are the skill of rhyme;
You give this life what is sublime.
You take a man up to the sky,
Where he sees heaven with his eye.

You whet man's skills to sing a song
And see what's right from what is wrong.
He loves the right and lives its depth
And throws the wrong to shun its filth.

You make the poor man feel so rich
And travel where no one can reach.
He lives in worlds none can attain
And so long he can there remain.

He gets a sense that wealth is in;
He's got it from fecund heaven.
The manmade wealth he would not have
As God's is grand and none can thieve.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE ECHO OF DEEDS

This life is just an echo of
What you dispatch of vice or love.
You send a call through mountain dale,
And get the answer, curse or hail.

Don't send a curse; you will receive
What hurts or what your heart can cleave.
What you send with your voice you gain
As echo can your voice return.

Don't say the span of this dale's wide
If soon or late returns your sound.
If it's a curse your ears will get
And send it to hurt your own heart.

You may say life will take me long.
It may, but won't forget your wrong.
Your deed returns as echo does
And opens past wounds and reminds.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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