WHAT DO YOU THINK?
I feel l am so clean; l have no dirt
to make me troubled with my soul and flesh.
How disturbed man will be when some filth sticks
to his clean heart and mars the tune it beats.

He sits to write; he does not seem all right
as he feels that his heart conveys its dirt
to all his senses through his ***** veins
to make him feel the dirt and hate its smell .

How great is that pure Man of thirty three;
He rinses out the dirt with His chaste blood.
He makes his heart as clean as angels are
and renders him quite fit to use his quill.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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SELFISH LOVE
You pretend that she was dear,
and you practised *** with her.
You introduced her to sin;
now with others, she wants more.

She is with another man,
and you are sorry for that
not because you spoilt her life
but because you need delight.

Don't you see that you killed her;
she has no husband nor kids.
Who will care for her when old?
All that's for your selfish needs.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PRAYING NEEDS DEEP MUSE.
The sun is making my path clear.
I should enjoy my cheerful way.
The time is still an early morn,
and night appears so far away.

I'm meeting my most glorious Friend
Whose smile will make my life so calm.
He can create the state of mind
that only verse can feel its balm.

To think of Christ and see His way
is not an easy aim to have.
Nothing can make you reach this state
except the deepest muse and love.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE RED NECKLACE
When l behold some friends around, l feel
I'm not alone to face my straying mind
that takes me northwards where it is too cold
or southwads where the sun scorches my skin.

I am one in a group, all are quite lost,
but each is happy that he's not alone.
A straying man among a group that strays
will think how strange are those but not himself.

Let me see you around, my dearest friends.
I'll be so glad with you, and you with me.
When sheep are taken to the slaughterhouse,
they don't care much for that blood red necklace.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WILL OR STRENGTH?
I esteem those who accept the truth
and admit they are too weak for life.
They explore how they can give much more
than those who speak much just us to bluff.

They reflect on where their land is strong
and install their tower that goes high.
They can see what comes from far and near
and defeat blind force that sits to sigh.

No one may accept that the tortoise
outruns the rabbit which can run fast?
Power is not all when mind is strong.
Will is the great winner that laughs last.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOVE STARTS WITH UNDERSTANDING.
You write your words and think we live
inside your mind the sense to reach.
You add to that some obscure words
and lots of your figures of speech.

Your poem gets a horrid piece
that you don't grasp after a day.
How can we know what you would mean?
Only a witch its gist can say.

You know that mumbling to yourself
can't build a thought in people's mind.
If you would like to dwell in hearts
the heart's key is to understand.
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DO YOU ENJOY LIFE?
Go and eat your cake; the gallows lies in wait.
Can you feel the sweet its sugar will create
or your mind is in what will happen to greet
your most frightened neck that hates to live this trick?

Can the span on earth endow you what is worth
to endure what comes, the scary death and gloom?
What can life be with all its joy and nice days,
but that piece of cake ere your gallows you take?

I dislike the joy that life offers to cloy
the penurious men that to live they would yearn.
Keep your cake, cruel time_ its sweetness is like slime
and assure man's soul it lives to  no control.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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