THE PEERLESS HEART

Don't let your doubt throw you in hell.
Look at the sky; none can assail.
Look at that heart, the sky of joy.
It throbs to cheer, and life enjoy.

It's like the sky that is so cool
And has to cheerful life a call.
No clouds can darken its light blue,
Exactly like that heart near you.

That heart is clean like the blue sky.
It ***** the smoke, yet cheers your eye
Like that pure heart that easily bears
Men's distress, yet their sad hearts cheers.

It loves the smile; it cheers the frown;
For joy and laughter it's well known.
When called to dance, it is the first,
And for stressed hearts, it cools their thirst.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHAT IS THE USE ?

You fear the future and you want
To live a life that can delight !
How can you carry that time bomb
And live a calm and tranquil llife?

The sense of fear, once in the heart,
Can spoil success, your love, your laugh.
Don't tell me your heart can live joy
And fear lives there and can destroy.

This life is not for who thinks much
If his thoughts are of cares and such.
That man can never have a smile
And his gloom is moved to us all.

Man of deep gloom, please don't indite.
You will destroy my mind and heart.
What is the use for men to live
If they shed tears, complain and grieve?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE STEED OF ANGER

Young horse, how strong you seem to me
When reined back to a great degree
By me, a knight as strong as you
And we both show such mighty view.

Your power with great force heaves forth,
But ruled though it has greatest growth.
I keep your strength under my arm
To make it seem pure and sublime.

How great is my strength when my love
Does not allow your force to shove,
And keep you harnessed in my heart,
Not letting you from there depart.

These moments won't pass from my mind.
They paint a picture that resides,
And shows great grandeur in control
I won't forget all my earth while.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

THE SPLENDID VOICE

I am so lonely and so far
With passion that my heart will char.
I feel deserted and my heart
Is yearning for what's out of sight.

I want a voice from far to call
And say to me here is your goal.
I love you, but l won't get near.
From far away your heart l cheer.

Here is the voice that you ask for,
The voice you wait for and adore.
Though you know that we'll never meet,
This voice will make your joy complete.

This voice will lift you into space
And there with angels you will race.
You'll hope to stay far from your earth
To be with my voice and its mirth.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHERE YEARS HAVE TAKEN HIM

He takes his folding stool and crawls
To sit outside a nearby shop.
He just sits there watching who pass;
That's what his health and his age suits.

He gets so bored with his ground floor,
With what he does and those around,
What his wife wrongly does at home,
But can't advise to shun a brawl.

Outside the shop, he spends his time
With his free thoughts roaming the realm.
He has a ready smile on face
For those who greet him when they stroll.

His smile is sweet and shows deep gist;
It shows the tranquil life he lives.
He is so glad with what he has
And nothing can disturb his dreams.

His content face just conveys this:
Don't care for what in life you miss
But just enjoy what you possess.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ENJOY WHAT YOU HAVE.

You want your heart to flood with cheers,
Enjoy the toy your hands can deal.
It's lain beside; your eyes can see.
You do not yearn and for it grieve.

Don't search for what your hands can't reach.
The sun is far and its rays scorch.
Seek for the moon that soars so near,
Where man could land, and found it dear.

Enjoy what God has given you
And let your smile perch on your lips.
You please yourself and God above;
He wants a smile for His great gifts.

The smile on your lips gets so sweet,
And people love to see and share.
It is contagious to your heart,
That lives delight like hearts of saints.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE WINGED VERSE

You are the steed that takes me far:
On earth, in space, or near the star.
No science fiction l write here,
But verse and its rhyme are my sphere.

I like to fly. What can l do?
My wings are short, nowhere can go.
Shall l stay where my land is bare
Or fly with verse where none can dare?

I float on oceans and the seas
And ride among the forest trees.
Sometimes, l probe the people's hearts
And share their secrets in those parts.

On such odd trips, none can compete.
They have no means and they retreat,
But verse can take me far away
Where no one can retrace my way.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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