WE'RE AWAITING CHRISTMAS.
Greatest hope to mankind will occur
in that cave faraway from the rich.
He's the king of all kings and He'll start
His own life in a cave shepherds have.

He conceives that His task is so hard.
They will end His short life on a cross,
and the start will be poor with no cash,
but He's pleased; His soul lives to no end.

He'll tell man nothing can spoil the glee;
a poor life, a harsh end won't bring fear
as man knows that his soul has no end
in a place full of calmness and peace.

Come, my Lord, show us that one is glad
as his joy overflows from inside
where no worms can destroy what he feels
which is wrought by Your hand of high mace.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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YOU ARE MY CHILD.
Why do you treat Me like the Lord,
Whom you fear and pay heed to meet?
Am l an emperor or judge
whom just to meet is what you fear?

I want Myself to be your dear,
just like your father or your mum.
You go to them with great delight
not frightened to make yourself clear.

How can you love the judge who sits
with majesty and will decide
the scaffold or to set you free?
You quiver when you see his sight.

Approach Me with your heart with glee.
I am your tender Mum whose eyes
will share your pleasure and your tears
and loves to keep you near her heart.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE LOVE A WOMAN DESERVES
You meet a woman; be so kind
and bring to mind she has her plight
as she is weaker than her mate
with whom she shares one room and bed.

Before you think of what you want,
from love to ***, just sympathize.
Make her see you a constant spouse
and not who will her plight augment.

She needs your love only for her;
show her you are her equal half.
When in her house she sees her child,
her future looms much more content.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHAT CAN BE DONE?
I was a child in that warm house,
too weak and young, but there were two,
who were so kind and gave me all
to make my way a lovely stroll.

When l was bored, they brought me toys.
When l was scared, they stood beside.
I'm made of flesh and profound soul.
They cared for both and gave me mirth.

I grew up and my mind's begun
to look for whom the spirit heeds.
l can't be left to face my thoughts
that fear the vagueness of the rest.

Where can one find the needed help?
Can we be pleased to close our eyes?
What happened ere now will occur.
Can you trust your dear life to that?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A GOOD WARNING
I perceive my life should have a task.
Each one comes to earth with his own charge.
People get the strength to reap their joy
through the calmness which their souls adore.

How can l obtain the tranquil soul
that can shun the pain of burning flame?
Nothing can confer a state so calm
save a feeling that my task is done.

How can man endure the scorch of hell
that will destroy his exhausted nerves
when he feels that time is passing by
and his duty is still not performed?

Man, your heaven starts from life on earth.
Duty is the key that gives you glee.
When you feel your nerves begin to burn,
that's a warning of a bad result.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE MOUNTAIN AND THE VALE
Between the mountain lofty top and that low vale,
I wander beside them to have a look at both.
The mountain lacks the fruits the vale can always have
while both attract my eyes to see the greater worth.

Both have been there since Adam's time but he has gone
and lots like him have traced his way while both exist.
I look with eager eyes at that most glorious peak,
but fear of that hard climb can stop my feet.

It's hard to climb but when we reach the soaring point,
I find the vale so nice but not for dreaming hearts.
The daunted hearts prefer the vale and its sweet fruits
as craggy peaks demand stout heartedness and might.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A QUICK DECISION
He saw her near a village well
where girls would take their jugs to fill
the cups from which their parents drank
and thanked the hands that quenched their thirst.

Her face shone brighter than the moon.
She was so sweet with tanned, soft skin.
Her sparkling eyes one arrow shot,
but that sharp arrow pierced his heart.

He asked her where she lived to go
and see her parents if she wished.
Her look could calm his drumming throbs
as her eyes were a little shy.

That shyness made him dance the way
that led him to her parents' cave.
They said,"Without her we can't live."
He said,"With her you'll have a son."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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