REGRET

Ugly gets this life when dipped in sin.
Fear nests in the heart and spreads within.
Pain and worries are shown on the face;
All the soap of earth cannot displace.

Anxious gets the heart and much depressed.
Nervous get the words that are expressed.
Calmness disappears from disturbed world.
Those around can't hear from us a word.

Profit, where are you that we could gain?
Did it merit all this killing pain?
Moments of some pleasure we have got
Causes dirt and pain that inside rot.

No oblivion can release our nerves.
False pleasure gets what it deserves.
None can clean our hearts save long regret.
Word of honour, is sin worth this fret?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DON'T WORRY MAN; JUST WANT.

You give man what You want him to have,
But l really want Your Son to love.
I can't have what is a gift from You.
When You grant it, then l can that do.

I want Your grace, then my talents grow.
Without gifts, l have the shortest view.
My Lord, l still stretch my arms and pray;
You are living God; You will array.

I depend on You and no one else.
My heart and my bare soul you will dress.
Without You, l am too weak my Lord
As true gifts l can't find in this world.

I love men but their gifts are too small.
They can't give what can a rope install
Between earth and the sky that You dwell.
Just a word from You makes me excel.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

TRUE LOVE

Love, you are my soul's most freshing breeze.
You can help my soul to flow with ease.
You make me forget myself and think
Of her tender eyes and charming blink.

Love, you make me sail on seas so sweet,
Not minding strong sharks or hostile fleet.
Just to get a glimpse from her dear eyes,
That make me live far, in depth of skies.

Life and soul get cheap just to please her
Not caring what in return they stir,
Yielding all that l have, in her hand
Nothing for all that, l will demand.

I give all my life but never ask
In return, a gift or any task.
All my aim is seeing her quite pleased
Living all her life happy and eased.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MY  CHOICE

All my heart is yearning for that  faith;
Show me that life has an endless path,
And will endow what l'd love to gain.
Then l'll do my best it to attain.

I'm too weak; please send me Your life rope
Which can lead me where l get great hope.
Life has frightened me by its cruel death,
And You have defeated its grim wraith.

You are known for Your most tender heart.
Don't leave me alone in this hard fight.
Just a cue from Your finger, my Lord
Can cheer all my life in this mad world.

Lord, l choose Your light to clear my way
And to show my path by Your bright ray.
No ray pulls my heart except Your own
Shown by love of Father and His Son.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CAN WE TRUST FLESH?

Frank and sincere l have been in life.
I can't do what provoke doubtful strife
In the mind of those too little ones
As that will lead them to full ruins.

But the mettle of my heart is strict.
I want all my thoughts to be exact.
Don't give me a part of what l love;
Give the whole or it to hell you shove.

Flesh, you can't convince me of your state
As time to a servant you abate.
How can l place all my trust in you,
And little worms will all your might chew?

Days are passing and flesh gets too frail
Slowly to grave it crawls like a snail.
Hope can't be sought in flesh or its might
As it's hopeless those weak worms to fight.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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FATHER DENIS FITZ PATRICK IN A DREAM

You taught me English from the start
And helped me till l got B.A. in art,
Then appeared in a dream with prize for what l write.

You taught me verse and cleared my course
Through teachings of the Lord you gave me force
Till l could indite what my Lord would me announce.

You are the saint who came to me
A gift from God to show what l should see,
And then to make me write on which God will agree.

So pleased, l asked you why you gave
Me such a medal that l truly love;
You said to protect me and give my work a shove.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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AN ANGEL SERVES A SAINT.

None can wipe off what your hand has done.
It's depicted near the flaming sun
By the Lord Who dwells in His high skies;
None dare look at it with human's eyes.

Your acts are towards a mother dear.
You don't want another to come near.
All the time yours replace her old hand
And no one but you she would demand.

You have been in such a post for long.
Words from you sound like her sweetest song.
You are locked beside her for long years.
Just an angel lives such life with cheers.

Mum and daughter you have been for long.
She sang lullabies when you were young.
Songs of yours have been so sweet to her;
Dreams of past days in both hearts they stir.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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