ONLY THERE?
Where are those people whom l love,
who made my life so full of joy?
I looked for them in their past sites
but could not find them sitting there.

They were so kind to us as kids
and gave us then what could us please.
Despite all that they were so cruel
when they departed leaving all.

I loved to sit with their dear friends
to hear the stories that could well
the tears that made me feel ashamed
but pleased my heart that urged for more.

I asked those friends where l could look
to have reminders of those dears.
They said nowhere except your heart
whose tears will give you great delight.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CAN DIRT REPLACE PURITY?
Man is moving from the spirit
to the body and its pleasure.
He is facing lots of changes
from emotions to what's *****.

Love is used in lots of stories;
man admires all their features.
He adores those faithful figures
that remain honest forever.

He esteems who have composed them
saying how decent and happy
they are to indite such dramas
which are now the charm for readers.

How can dirt be brave and and mighty
to involve itsef in rapture
changing what was high and honest
into what is so disgusting?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE COY LITTLE GIRL
Come to me my little beauty;
coyness has increased my passion
for the gifts that God would endow
to those who are puerile hearted.

It is found in little children
and those who are saintly chosen
who are pleased with all their actions
as their land is turned to heaven.

Little child, you bring back to me
early time that was so precious
when ambition was for chocolate
and the tender kiss of mother.

This is how the Lord creates us,
pure and white so full of calmness.
Why do we neglect what's peaceful
and resort to what can burn us?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHOSE MISTAKE?
My eyes have asked a lttle boy
who wept silently by a wall
why he is hiding secret tears
that let those he loves see his grief?

They kindly ask about the cause
and give him some consoling words.
He'll feel all right, and it will pass
with smiles that give the sweet repose.

His eyes rejoin, it's his mistake.
His marks at school are bad and those
he loves expect the best from him.
His hardest work give no rejoice.

He works so hard, not to be proud,
but please those dear who are around.
He loves them  much and want them glad
when they perceive their son is grand.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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TO THOSE WHO CARE
Dearest poets, think so deeply.
Is this life a serious question
or are we mere passing figures
like a cat or thoughtful monkeys.

I address some people who are
top in thinking and emotions
who can differ what is blather
from what's thoughtful and eternal.

It's not guiltless to destroy man
in the arms of sinful people
as their pleasure is destruction
and eternal hell of torture.

Have you got opposing reasons?
You may say that man is nothing.
Since to dust his way is leading,
let him grasp each passing second.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HONOURED LOVE
When love is true you can't keep it away from heart.
It gets the tune that gives a lot of joy to life.
You find yourself required to see it grow and bloom
and make the earth a step to build an endless life.

You do all what you can to see your dear rejoice.
You pray for dawn to be so gentle in its morn,
to touch your dear with rays that make her love her days
and see her life so sweet, so full of great delight.

At dusk and after that, you turn the moon so bright
so that her way gets clear and she likes her night-walk.
Her sleep will get so cool with none to peep at her
save that high-hanging lamp that brings her happy sights.

No *** can be true love in value and esteem
except when man can build what can remain and last.
Disgust and dirt can bring what soon will pass away.
What can remain is what the lasting souls construct.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE CHOICE
Your hands can gather quite a lot of gold,
but does your heart accept what you have robbed?
Your clever muse can write a lot of verse
but don't you fear it's effect on the crowd?

Your thoughts can bring some embers from deep hell
and paint their pictures to some eager eyes,
but that would spoil their pure hearts and their souls
and bring you blame for such most serious crimes.

It's easy to cheat those who trust your skills
and are so quickly lost in your dark maze
but when they wake up from their nasty dreams,
they hate you more than you can recognize.

I'd love to be so poor, and beg my food
and lose my money and my precious fame,
but have a tranquil mind that hasn't hurt
or pushed someone towards the pit of flame.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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