THE LONELY FLOWER

Don't ask me why l grow just there;
God has placed me where none would stare.
He makes me grow where no one likes
Among the nettles and the spikes.

I do my best to give the smell
That all would love to receive well.
No one would like even to try;
They just from far wave me good bye.

I thirst and hunger just to give,
But none would stretch hand to receive.
With pride and neglect they reject
What l with blood and tears collect.

Not even bees would like my place
Although all nectar they would chase.
I've cooked for them the nicest meal,
But does not have the slight appeal.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHICH SHOULD BE FIRST ?

When your house is on blaze of fire,
You can't think of a meal you miss.
First, put out what may you expire;
Then think of what your stomach miss.

I feel surprized at those who think
Of lovely eyes and perfect nose.
You can't do that when on the brink,
And you may fall and your life lose.

What is the meaning of this life
If all will end in that dark grave?
With problems and hard work is rife,
Can the prize be that gloomy cave?

A call l have to those who think
To strain their minds and solve this quiz.
When it is solved the cheers can clink
As then we will enjoy those cheers.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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GIVE ME A SIGNAL, LORD.

No length of time on earth to lose
Without an aim that cools the heart.
Life is too short; use all the clues
To find life gist ere you depart.

Life is a chance to find your peace
When you a mighty goal achieve.
Then fear of time you will erase
As you the pith of life conceive.

Your peace may come from works of art
That leave on earth a glorious fame
Which keeps you glowing as a fact,
And your torch shines as brilliant flame.

The greatest gift is just to know
And get of second life so sure.
Can we  gain it through what we do
Or through what God on us confer?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

THAT'S WHAT I SEEK.

I seek the state of serene world
That gives the calmness which l want.
It is the site of holy mood,
Where l get pure in that clean font.

I shun a word that can cause you
A wound in your most tender soul.
That word on my tears has a due
That makes me cry before you gall.

We're born to live heaven on earth.
If not, it can be scorching hell.
Both earned by acts of love or wrath
That with joy or gloom can us fill.

Nothing but heaven is man's goal
That each discerns in his own way.
My heaven is when l see all
Live this short life so glad and gay.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CHRIST'S SYMBOL IS THE CROSS.

This is the sense that l get from
My life and that of everyone.
Sadness fills Mine and yours can cram,
From the great to the weakest man.

You whipped and hung Me on the cross;
I was none in your haughty eyes.
I pity you as you will pass
Same death ere you get in My skies.

I came from up to show the type
Each one who lives on earth will see.
You laugh and cheer but have no hope
As your end won't be that of glee.

I give a symbol to My creed
That shows My love mixed with great pain.
This symbol is the painful rood
That l climbed just to bring you gain.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Please read parts 1+2 of: THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !
Part 3_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !

A friend of mine told her the truth,
And she was too clean to accept.
She threw me out with all my wealth,
And tears all my dreams quickly swept.

The house was locked, the wealth was left,
And we both lived poor and apart.
All my dreams in my heart were kept,
And with sad heart, they would depart.

She left me and sailed on wide sea.
I could find her but had no face.
All my hope got her eyes to see
Ere l dwelt in my final house.

I lived with dreams and thus would die
Wrapped in the tears l could not shun.
I built great hope that turned to sigh,
Caused by my daughter and that man.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Part 2_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !

I had a girl, but did not want
To give her what they'd given me.
I kept her far from all my dirt.
At boarding schools, l set her free.

I missed her much but was afraid
My ***** hands would bring her shame
As shameful acts by touch could spread
And burn her heart with my own flame.

I saw myself through her so pure
And bequeathed her my house and wealth,
Which high class men would soon allure,
And we'd live pure life ere my death.

The sun of joy began to fill
My rainy sky, which had been dark.
I hoped with cheer that my life chill
Would for once show that rainbow arc.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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