EVEN WITH A PIECE OF NEWS
Great is life to live for others
ere fast time can change your power.
All the people need some succour
which can be a piece of good news.

As you love the happy surprise,
that uplifts you from your dull life.
All the others wait for it , too.
Let these blessed words be heard from you.

People are poor and are waiting
to receive the news awaited;
it will freshen what days have staled
and fill life with hope downgraded.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE HAPPY JOURNEY
It is luck to be created,
to be born as a new creature.
You come to this world from nothing
where you're treated like a pupil.

You behold yourself on the earth,
one of many who are like you.
You see how they come and depart,
no choice, but they have to accept.

You would like to stick to this world,
but a better one is starting.
You will go to your Creator,
where eternal life is waiting.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHEN THE MISSION IS GREAT
Let your spirit be the leader;
then your languid flesh will give in.
Flesh, you are a mere good vassal
when sublime is your soul's mission.

Greatest persons have the spirit
that can't live for worldly matters.
It observes beyond lhe limits
of the flesh that toils and mutters.

But the spirit is so stubborn
when it sees a charming vision.
It discerns a sight from heaven;
no flesh pain can make it listen.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE HUNCH-BACK OF NOTRE DAME
All the people have one they love.
Why am l deprived and lonely?
They look at a girl and she smiles.
When l look, she has the giggles.

Are they sons of queens and nobles,
and l am the son of servants?
Even servants have their lovers,
or l would no be on the earth.

Lord, l heard that poor Lazarus
had his sorrows at that plush gate.
Have l got mine where no sweet girl
gives me greetings but for kindness?
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THE AWAITED GUEST
When l feel that life is smiling,
and no fear is freezing my mind,
care is far from my surrounding,
I ken then that Jesus is nigh.

What has happened to my spirit
sorts of flames are burning inside,
urging me to dance in triumph
as l grasp the world in my hand?

All that's happened in a minute
and dispersed my care and fright.
It is not by chance my dear Lord;
it's Your visit to my scared heart.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CAN YOU HELP, READER ?
When l feel my life is empty
of the joy l need to survive,
I resort to my quill and ink
and remember things that l like.

Poetry, you are my pleasure.
With you l can roam the whole world.
All the world obeys my measures
of the rhythms that fit my own style.

I think of the world, but l can't
imagine the gist of man's life.
Verse, you solve all man's hard problems,
all except the essence of life.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE PREACHER
I thought myself a genius who knew all
from men's demeanour to good verse to write.
I blamed my kin for their misconduct here
and neighbours' acts for clear cowardice there.

I started to imagine l am great
till once my mind recalled my humble past.
I thought about my life and what l did;
I found myself much worse than those l preached.

I hid myself inside a garret where
I wept to clean my past, that was inane.
It was too stupid that to make amends
I set out to instruct for recompense.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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