23h · 25
LOVE AND COINS
LOVE AND COINS
Man needs love in this cruel world,
but most people are absurd.
You give them what they need most;
they look at you with distrust.

People love whom they will need,
who will give them food and gold.
You want people to love you,
***** them your coins; they will do.

You are wealthy, all love you.
They hear your word; it's their clue.
No one can resist your will
even if you are a fool.

This is man; he leaves your heart
and looks at your cash and vest.
What your heart yields he neglects,
but your pocket him affects.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
3d · 41
ANGEL OR DEVIL?
ANGEL OR DEVIL?
Father, tell me why your eyes
are so red and filled with tears?
You make my heart veiled with black
though l dress my face with cheers.

Life was kind with all of us.
Now, you are ill, thrown in bed,
and your children are so pale ;
we can scarcely eat dry bread.

I am nothing, but a belle,
lots of beauty and young age.
That's enough to bring back joy
and regain Your happy page.

First, l leave my fiance.
Then, you should not know my job.
If you know l am a *****,
you will wear a shameful robe.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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6d · 16
IS IT POSSIBLE?
IS IT POSSIBLE?
What do some people think of coming death?
Is it a complete void and piles of bones
that are laid under earth to shun the fate
of being eaten by some hungry dogs?

Is it the end of man who can discern
the right from wrong, the evil from good deeds?
Where is the knowledge that he's piled in mind?
Where is the love he's felt, the tears he's shed?

Is man just like the dog that romps with spree
when it gets its inside filled with fit food?
It does not care what other dogs go through
as long as it has got its stomach filled.

Do people of good hearts and those of ill
face just the same results, not fearing ****?
Do those who sympathize and those who wound
lie under the same turf with equal end?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jan 9 · 11
EPIPHANY
EPIPHANY
The Son came to the earth and approached Saint John
two millennia ago, but it seems like now.
*** the Father announced He is His sole son
and the Ghost like a Dove showed the three in one.

We live that great event and recall that scene
and we know that the Lord is modest and meek.
He came from His high sky to a man like us
and asked him to baptise the *** of all men.

Nothing can match the sight when Who raised the dead
came to John to ask him to give Him that rite.
When the Lord showed Himself as a humble man,
He gave proof that He is the Lord of the sky.

He made us, and He loves all the people all.
That is why He came here to save whom He loves.
All of us are the sheep of the Good Shepherd;
He cares for all of us as we are His herd.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jan 4 · 41
MAN DESIRED IT.
MAN DESIRED IT.
I love all the people all,
not excepting one of them.
They are all poor human beings,
who groan most of their life-time.

What are you , man, but a mind,
that can ken the end you meet?
Beasts are lucky; they don't have
knowledge of the wrong and right.

You were as pleased as the horse
which romped and grazed in the field.
Such a snake of bad intent
made you love the mind of woe.

You were so glad like a steed,
Jumping in the field of life
till that snake brought you the mind
that gave you the care of ***.

***'s care's too much for you, man,
but you wanted that big care,
which showed you that you would die
and *** would come to repair.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jan 2 · 13
MUCH LIGHTER
MUCH  LIGHTER  
I went with heavy load, anguish and gloom
to meet the man to whom l could unfold
the worries that inside my heart had crept
and made me stagger in a world so cruel.

He listened, smiled and helped me to unload.
I left the place in peace, on flying wings.
I felt so light and thought that l could fly
to reach a sky so high and full of joy.

The worries l had felt all went away.
So cheerful got my night and so my day.
The peace , that l had missed, returned to me
and l got free from all anxiety.

A meeting, short and brief, regained my poise
and rendered me so light to glide above
the worries of the world that brought me down.
It pleased me through remission of all sins.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 2018 · 15
I LOVE WHAT I KNOW.
Joseph Zenieh Dec 2018
I LOVE WHAT I KNOW.
I love the sky, the endless space.
I love the sun, the moon, the rest.
I love the angels and the saints,
but man and land l love much more.

I love the people whom l know.
I love to see them and them hear.
I love the people l ignore.
When l know them, l love them more.

I love my friends who live around,
and those who live on distant land.
I love my kin and next of kin.
They are all like me flesh and blood.

I love you all and hope to stay
with whom l know, who share my way.
They know me and l know them well.
I would like much with them to dwell.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 2018 · 69
THE HOLY TRINITY
Joseph Zenieh Dec 2018
The HOLY TRINITY
My Lord, l see how You are three in one.
That will well clear how You made man like You.
You are the Father, Who rules all the worlds
as man's soul rules his mind and flesh on land.

You want us well to know that man's pure soul
has led the flesh to bear the cross of pain.
Through mind and flesh man works, but flesh will die
to resurrect to life and rise again.

The Lord, the Son, in His Flesh walked the path
that His Soul set to Him in Flesh to walk.
Then His Flesh rose from death as His Soul set
to make His Flesh as glorious as His Soul.

The Holy Spirit is the Love between.
He shares the Soul and Flesh to rule the worlds.
And thus, the Three are One but in three forms
as man in soul, and flesh and exchanged love.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Joseph Zenieh Dec 2018
THE MAKER AND HIS TINY IMAGE
We are whirling with the Earth and turning round
in an endless space that none can ever bound
while we are like grains of sand that forces keep
stable where we stand on this fast moving ground.

What are you, size pulling force, that fixed the stars,
all the planets and the Earth, the little one?
All are pulling and exerting their deep cores
so that man exists on Earth and use his mind.

Thinking minds have learned all that, but they are small.
They can deem the forces that can push and pull,
but they are too frail to know all what occurred
or what force has prepared all for man to live.

Force of life, You must be One That can create,
with a mind like that of man but of great might.
You could make the universe and then made man
as a tiny image of Your mighty form.
Later, You sent man Your Son to teach him all.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 2018 · 86
IT NEVER DIES.
Joseph Zenieh Dec 2018
IT NEVER DIES .
She is old, scarcely can go  outdoors,
but her heart still beats for that old love.
As long as her heart beats to send blood,
it will beat for old love that once ruled.

Love is grace endowed by the great Lord
to join two and keep them like pure gold.
They get all their flesh needs and stay chaste
as their souls ***'s full blessings unite.

Human hearts live to love and to pump
to feed veins and the flesh with life stuff.
Love is stirred in the heart by the soul,
and like it, love will have endless life.

The sweet sense dwells beneath a thick veil
to give love a deep role in man's life.
That's why *** joins the two to get one
so that none can sever or take part.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 2018 · 23
THE STRONGER FIRST
Joseph Zenieh Dec 2018
THE  STRONGER  FIRST
The stronger always show their true love first.
They are most often stirred by charm and ruth.
The weaker can accept the strong ones' love,
or find that life without it will be mirth.

That's what a normal woman often does.
She sees in him the power of her life.
The master who can't **** over her heart
can't be the man who can give her delight.

No one can mean that weakness has no charm.
The mother gives her life to her weak babe.
Without that creature who is small and frail,
her soul can't cheer up, nor her heart beat well.

My Lord, You are the stronger, and you came
to open us the gate of Your high sky.
At Christmas, You came, and at Easter rose.
You've drawn the way and with You we comply.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 2018 · 24
MY WRITINGS
Joseph Zenieh Dec 2018
MY   WRITINGS
Some people's writings can be works of art,
great songs or what can fill the hearts with zest.
But here, my writings are what my soul lives,
seeking the place where it can find its rest.

My writings are not just some charming terms
that fit the tastes of those who like what's cute.
Although l do my best to dress them well,
I look for  thoughts that for sure my soul suit.

I pursue what can give my heart great ease
and live a tranquil life through what l feel.
I try to see the way that will lead me
to where l scan the end of good appeal.

I use the beauty that l see around
to get a notion that can match this end.
I like to build a castle for my soul,
which l can versus deep remorse defend.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 2018 · 31
TRUE GIFTS
Joseph Zenieh Dec 2018
TRUE  GIFTS
I see no hope in life, but through true gifts
when people set no limits when they give.
They see their love in gifts that can free them
from fear of death and its most horrid grave.

Place your heart in those gifts and feel their taste
which  is much sweeter than all what you take.
No sense can be as sweet as that you feel
as it will free your heart from what can break.

The boundless gifts make you attached to whom
you love to give and keep him close beside.
True gifts can join the hearts and make them one
as love unites those hearts which gifts can bind.

The Lord has placed survival in this world
on acts of giving between man and wife.
They both give all, their flesh, their minds, and souls,
which keeps their kind and saves them from all grief.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 2018 · 15
HELL IS A REALITY.
Joseph Zenieh Dec 2018
**** IS A REALITY.
An old man thought his heart was mild.
It would forget bad deeds of yore.
He did not deem it was so mean
and all his wrongs were kept in store.

When power filled his arms and legs,
he paid back an eye for an eye.
It garnered his and rubbed their acts
to make him sigh for that and cry.

He scarcely could forget a wrong
when he recalled another one.
It made his life a vicious ****
whose source was burning from within.

Hot fire scorched the old man's soul
and came from his torturing heart.
I wonder how some people say
**** is a myth mad people start.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 2018 · 25
TOO LATE TO CHANGE
Joseph Zenieh Dec 2018
TOO  LATE  TO  CHANGE
He spent his youth consulting books
about the thoughts that were the best.
He worked so ******* thoughts and words
that gave a pledge of a false bequest.

When young, he earned what was enough
but could not store for his old age.
The books he read instructed him
when matching thoughts, wealth would soon  cringe.

His youth was spent on books of verse
that made him know the black from white,
but life taught him that only gold
could bring respect and prove him right.

He looked around and found his books
could not give him the cost of life.
They were like paupers on his desk
that could not save his kids from grief.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 2018 · 22
THE PRICELESS PRESENT
Joseph Zenieh Dec 2018
THE  PRICELESS  PRESENT
Live for the present, my dear man.
Don't think of past days how they ran,
and took with them what they could take
to leave in your heart constant ache.

Don't live the future ere it comes
as its obscure days none fathoms.
It might be good as it is now,
but none its events can avow.

Live for the present, drink its wine
as time's mad chariot won't recline.
Just in a jiffy, you will be
too old to drink your wine with glee.

The present is the time of space
where no time with chariots to race.
Let your heart dance, and dance with it
as constant present brings delight.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 2018 · 39
CHRISTMAS
Joseph Zenieh Dec 2018
CHRISTMAS
***'s children needed help from their great Lord.
You left Your heights and came down as a Child.
The Child reassured all the hearts of men
that He would bring His love the world to reign.
You took man's form and followed his own style
to show that man to You is so worthwhile.

The people yearned  to know what was that Lord
Who can do all and build the sky and world.
You showed them that He is sheerly a born child
Who loved man much, and him He glorified.

How modest You were when You left Your skies
and showed us *** in that young Baby's eyes,
assuring man that his Lord is a fact,
and dwells in all the world and in man's heart.
I beg You, Lord, for rebirth in the hearts
to touch the faith, and kindle our lights.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Nov 2018 · 37
DON'T QUAIL!
Joseph Zenieh Nov 2018
DON'T  QUAIL!
Go forth, don't fear the dark; it's always there.
If you wait till the morn, no crown you wear.
The crown you see is gold, and all do want.
Don't wait, take it just now. No one will grant.

Though dark, good people's hearts live in the light.
It's not the case with those who love the night.
They want the dark to stay till they can own
The precious aim you love and wear the crown.

The crown is yours; that's what your father's left
for you to take; it's his most precious gift.
Don't let the thieves take it; your father's eyes
are watching his great gifts from his high skies.

Your father will be vexed if you don't get
what he assigned to you in his clear writ.
When morning comes each keeps what he has gained,
and you can't clear your soul of what you've stained.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Nov 2018 · 31
BUT STILL A WOLF
Joseph Zenieh Nov 2018
BUT STILL A WOLF
A newborn wolf was nursed by a tender sheep
and grew up a constant love to all their type.
When he got fully grown, he loved to live
with that who helped him in life to survive.

Two rams who saw him faithful to their herd
spoke kindly with him, but they were afraid
of his sharp teeth and his long, fearful claws
that could tear them to pieces in hot rows.

The poor wolf tried his best to show his love.
He warded off attacks, fierce wolves could shove.
He faced great danger just to gain their trust,
and get one of the herd that he loved most.

But still he was a wolf to those two rams,
who saw in him to their pride humbling slams.
A look at him would make them see his source,
a foe who was a fierce fiend to their house.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Nov 2018 · 106
THE MYSTERIOUS PLEDGE
Joseph Zenieh Nov 2018
THE  MYSTERIOUS  PLEDGE
There is something in this world.
I don't know what it can be.
It is hidden from my eyes.
I feel, but l can't it see.

Always, l hope that some day
It will show its smiling face
and fills my heart with great cheers
as it gives me all l miss.

It will come and bring its gifts
that l expect for long time.
That won't be the end of hope
as it pledges more to come.

It's my hope all through this life,
which time and death spoil its shape.
This mysterious pledge is what
fills my life with greatest hope.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Nov 2018 · 34
A JOYFUL MEETING
Joseph Zenieh Nov 2018
A JOYFUL MEETING
All were so happy showing winsome youth,
singing and dancing on a top wavelength.
The place around was full of brilliant glee
that aroused in my heart a sense of spree.

I heard inside my heart an urgent call
that springs of life would inside me install.
I found all life around call with loud voice,
"Get up, you, sluggish man, your joy announce."

I found myself in a dancing ring and life,
all life, was playing music on a fife,
Looking at me to jump and fill the place  
with what my soul was full, great, immense bliss.

I felt the strength of joy moving my arms,
granting me all the pluck, and beat my drums.
I danced and danced not caring for my age
and filled the sphere with glee and spry messege.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Nov 2018 · 26
MORE THAN HIDE AND SEEK
Joseph Zenieh Nov 2018
MORE THAN HIDE AND SEEK
It was a lovely night, beside a summer house.
The parents were so quiet; the children cheered and danced.
The night set out to dress the site with a hue of shade.
Just then the kids would opt their skills to be displayed.

The boys would run and jump with a strong bent for contests.
The girls spruced up their hair; they would accuse and scream.
Their parents were involved in their drinks and their mirth;
the boys and girls would cheer so glad about their youth.

They all were pleased to play, but my mind was with her.
I followed all her steps, trying no doubt to stir.
I was so glad when she suggested " Hide and Seek".
It gave a chance to me to approach her and speak.

She hid behind a fence; she found me at her side.
I looked deep in her eyes and caught her childish hand.
She was so pleased like me and shared me a sweet smile
that printed in our hearts an image still agile.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Nov 2018 · 26
SELF-ESTEEM AND RESULTS
Joseph Zenieh Nov 2018
SELF-ESTEEM AND RESULTS
Wise self-esteem is not a gift.
It's built by self and not bestowed.
The mountain peak can pierce the clouds.
It's height is in and not endowed.

You can plant hills and make them green,
and full of flowers, a lovely sight,
but they can't in their height compete
with lofty chains to reach high site.

My self-esteem is what l build,
and knit its stitches with my hands.
Machines can never reach that end;
craftsmen construct and then art stands.

Vain kings came and went but could not
leave what Napoleon's hands could weave.
The world was full of passers-by,
but few whose self-esteem could  thrive.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Nov 2018 · 59
WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?
Joseph Zenieh Nov 2018
WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?
Where can l find my peace of mind
while each is drawing the common quilt
to his side not just for a cover,
but having it, no sense of guilt?

I shiver and beg for a share,
but no one listens to my plea.
I'm dying of the freezing cold,
but all are blind to what they see.

I look at their wide, greedy eyes,
but find them full of spurning pride.
They pride themselves on haughty might,
and look down on my pleading dread.

Am l a gent or just a mouse,
that fears to pull as others do?
I've thrown to **** my gentle ways,
and just to me the quilt l draw.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Nov 2018 · 38
WHAT'S LOVE?
Joseph Zenieh Nov 2018
WHAT'S LOVE?
I've thought you're joy and utmost gain;
I've found you, love, an extreme pain.
You've pushed my heart to get attached.
Then you've got supreme in my heart.

In spring, when fair, the clime can please,
but still, l fear the touch of a breeze.
When time cheers up, l laugh but say,
" Good times have got a shortlived stay."

Love gets the whole of my fond soul
but care makes my soul soft and frail.
It gets too spent under love's yoke
but for love's sake, l cannot talk.

Love gets the master of my life
that for it l wage fiercest strife.
It makes me ken the life of Christ,
Who for His great love His life lost.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Nov 2018 · 35
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
Joseph Zenieh Nov 2018
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
What have you done on that long trip which you have made?
You have worked hard, but all has left nothing in hand.
Your mind stands as a judge to ask what you have done.
What will your answer be? Is it, "l have done none"?

But you have worked so hard. What has your work led to?
You've helped a lot to be on better land than you.
Is that a good reply that can satiate your mind?
If yes, l think you have a mind too small and void.

You sit with those who speak about their work and wealth.
Are they of better skills that they could prove their strength?
Or you suppose they are what you cannot approve.
Say that to your own mind. Will it your words conceive?

You've drudged; that's great to hear, but now you do not cheer.
Did you give Caesar what to Caesar should adhere?
Thank ***, your soul is clear, but is your mind clear too?
Your mind is shouting loud; calm down its loud ado.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Nov 2018 · 25
THE LUNATIC ASYLUM
Joseph Zenieh Nov 2018
THE LUNATIC ASYLUM
She is so dull and boring to be with,
but he finds in her face her parents' name,
and house of rich furniture and attire.
All that can convince him she is his mate.

Is our present world a place where men
have lost their minds and hearts and found their aims
in precious gold and coins, in famous names,
and money whose bad smell repels the clean?

Where is the beauty of a smiling face,
the charm of words that teaches us to love?
Where are the eyes that tell us endless tales
of snow white love that gains immortal life?

Let them sit with the boring face and words,
with eyes that urge to yawn and go to sleep
without that body heat to warm their beds,
but with stink wealth to bring them awful dreams.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 66
TRUE LOVE HAD CHARM.
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
TRUE LOVE HAD CHARM.
The place was far from town and men,
green land where l expected deer
to live and so l hurried there,
but my good luck joined me with her.

I approached slowly as l knew
my human deer was pure and wild,
but with no noise and from behind
she found me there, catching her hand.

She felt my touch was not for ****,
but just a touch of purest love.
She caught my hand and then we walked
to where her parents pitched their tent.

When they conceived what l announced,
they blessed the step we both would take.
True love had charm that opened eyes
to bless the gold rings we would wear.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
STILL WAITING FOR SOMETHING
An old man by the street, weak and forlorn.
He has nothing to do; he looks and yearns
to find a little sense of what he does:
he leaves the garden bench where nights are spent,
and goes to that street side to spend his days.

He is too old to do the work he did
ere years could carry him to his old sge.
He looks at faces as by chance he sees
a face that he might know and might give ease
or could remind him of his dear, past years.

Where are the glorious days he has dreamed of?
They have postponed their advent day by day.
His eyes have got so dim; his strength has dropped,
but he's still waiting for those days to come
to lift his heart and find good sense to life.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 32
LIFE IS MERE LUCK.
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
LIFE IS MERE LUCK.
He walked along the moor to soothe his mind
and think about the sense of life on Earth.
He saw a girl; she ran away from him
as she was scared of kin who sought her trace
to take her to a house she loathed to see.

Her charm was really rare that he could not
let her escape as that would bring him woe
for being lazy bones when he could act.

He stopped her and they sat; they talked for long.
He found some traits in her that he looked for.
His love was clear and shone in his fond eyes.
It was contageous to her hungry soul.

He was so pleased she was fit as a wife,
and she was glad to meet the man she wished.
They went to where they called their cosy house,
convinced that life was just a lucky chance.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 222
THE OLD MAN'S SOCK
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
THE OLD MAN'S SOCK
His grandchild came from distant land.
She saw a hole in his old sock.
She laughed and told all those around,
and made that hole their evening's talk.

He got so famous for that hole
so quickly and with no effort,
while pages of verse he could fill
and no one gave them just a squint.

He laughed and made them laugh with him
when he could play that witty role,
"I am a grandpa and can't claim
to be one without my sock's hole."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 34
NO FEAR, MY DAD IS NEAR.
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
NO FEAR, MY DAD IS NEAR.

I sit to pray; You sit with me.
I tell You what l want to say.
I do that whether l repeat
the words l've learned or my words pray.

It's great to pray while You are near.
You sit with me and hear my voice.
You see my heart and what it feels
and make me choose the perfect choice.

I am too frail when by myself.
Despite all that You still love me
because l am Your son, my Lord
and Your son l will always be.

I feel so secure if l know
I act and my Dad is so near.
I drive and travel with calm nerves,
and pass life's dangers without fear
as l know well l am Your dear.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 32
TIME, THE FAST THIEF
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
TIME, THE FAST THIEF

Don't be proud of youth, my dear.
It won't stay with you for long.
It is something dear but swift
like enjoying a good song.

Don't trust time; it is a thief,
that will rob you and depart,
leaving you looking with sighs,
welling tears, a broken heart.

Have you got a plan in life?
Please, don't wait and run so fast.
Time, the thief, is watching you.
It seems slow, but who can trust?

Girl of twenty, don't wait long.
Run and find your hidden mate
ere that thief can outrun you
and it gets for you too late.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 36
DEEP THOUGHTS AND LOVE
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
DEEP THOUGHTS AND LOVE

Bird, l want to fly like you,
but l don't have wings to do.
I'd like to fly and to glide,
Looking down at distant land.

I'll be free and soar, dear bird,
through the heights that none can reach
and see the clouds from above
how they hide people from me.

I'll keep going higher up
till l find a peaceful place.
There, l'll glide and meditate
on this life and people's fate.

Thoughts and gliding take me down,
and the cloud curtain is drawn.
I see people once again,
but with eyes that love all men.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 277
A CRIMINAL TODDLER
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
A CRIMINAL TODDLER
She is young, at the age of two,
and does not know what her life hides.
She is from her mother severed
and her life is filled with dark clouds.

Her mother is divorced for sins.
She was for sure just accused of.
The child is looked at from the start
as daughter of illegal love.

As a toddler, she needs hands to lift
when she falls, but she's left to cry.
She smiles but always she receives
a scowl but she just can't know why.

She goes to her grandfather's side
expecting him to coddle her.
He pushes her and she falls down
He will of crying her deter.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 46
POETRY IN VERSE
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
POETRY IN VERSE
The words that take men out of selves
and place them in the world of thought
where all is clear and directs them
to relish what the verse has brought.

It is in language clearly coined
to make men ken the sense with ease
and know the notion it intends
to go through hearts and them to please.

It opens men's eyes to a fact
that makes them say that's really true,
or this is how a man should be
as real perfection hides from view.

All that is done without display
of strength to get the praise we want.
It's just a gift that drops on one,
and he unveils it as new light.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 80
A MAN AND A HAWK
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
A MAN AND A HAWK
Bird of prey, what can we say
except that you have no heart?
You **** creatures which are frail
just to satiate your own crop.

Yesterday, l saw you ****
linnets just near that green hill.
You ate them and left their blood
on your curved beak as a mark.

How can you feel happy when
you **** fledgelings for your chicks?
They are too small to escape
or to shun your vicious grip.

"You speak, man," says that big bird.
"You **** herds and eat their blood.
You **** for food and for fun,
and at times, your fellow men.
I **** just to stay alive
and feed my chicks which l love."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 44
WHEN THE SOUL LOVES
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
WHEN THE SOUL LOVES
My love is greater than my mind can bear.
I see whom l love weak, which calls my tear.
I rush to help but feel ashamed of nagging eyes
that show my weakness though my smile tries
to hide that shameful tear that never lies.

My soul is full of love, Platonic kind,
that involves depth of heart and thoughtful mind.
I love through endless soul whose love is deep,
and ties two souls to reach a height so steep.

I speak with someone dear, and find my soul
embracing her sweet heart with love so cool,
so far from worldly touch but full of sense
that descends from the sky , the great love source.

All people are so dear if black or white
as they have touched my soul, my mind and heart.
I love it whenl hear they're coming near
and thoughts of getting far can raise my fear.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
Oct 2018 · 32
A GRAVE VICE
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
A GRAVE VICE
Love of self, you are a vice.
You can cause a deadly sin
that l cry the rest of life
and l don't know how to clean.

You could sever me from those
who helped me and l adored.
Then l  threw them to regret
those moments that won't return.

Persons who gave me great help
I deserted as l thought
they did not respect my rights.
Now, l grieve those foolish acts.

Self esteem l hate your ghost,
haunting me for my past deeds.
If l go back to that time,
I love all and you won't heed.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 47
JUST MOVE YOUR HAND.
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
JUST MOVE YOUR HAND.
If you want me, move your hand.
I'll be under your command.
I'll leave all what's dear to me
and come just your eyes to see.

With you, l live in a world
so far from the noisy crowd,
gardens with the purest stream
Where soft breeze gives hearts their aim.

You make me fly like a bird,
gliding on wings strong and wide.
Its aim is to reach the sky,
which your soft eyes can supply.

You show me what the sky gives,
pure love whose joy my chest heaves
in a world calm and serene,
where we crave to be unseen.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 31
DO YOU THINK OF THEM?
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
DO WE THINK OF THEM?
Have you ever thought of those who live great fear
caused by illness that can fill their lives with scare?
They were healthy and they lived their normal lives;
now they live nightmares and fear the scalpel cuts.

Life was smooth and went with them from day to day.
They embraced their children whose young age could win
all their hearts, fond sight, and all that love could grant,
happy father, lovely mothers, children so well built.

How can life surprise in such a hateful way?
Has it lost its heart and replaced it with clay?
It was such a helpful hand of soft skin.
Now it's got the sharpest claws that will bring bane.

How can they enfold their kids to loving chest
while tears well from their red eyes and drip from chin?
Can you bear that sight, cruel life, and keep your heart
safe and sound, enjoying life and its delight?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 120
GIRLS
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
GIRLS
Girls are made to fill the world
with what's lovely and so good.
When they pass me in the street,
they fill my nose with sweet scent.

They are like a jasmine tree
with green eyes so full of glee,
smoothest touch with lovely hue;
I see them as charming view.

Those old men who are so prim
stare at them with their old whim,
claiming girls have lost their shame;
they gape at them just to blame.

Girls for me can make my wife,
mothers who bring us to life,
sisters who can be so great,
daughters who are hearts and sight.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 2018 · 54
THE SWEET SERFDOM
Joseph Zenieh Oct 2018
THE  SWEET  SERFDOM
I sit beside you and forget the world,
and find myself on wings that take me high
to glide with clouds so white, so chaste and pure
that only dreamworlds such a sense ensure.

Your hands have smoothness that tickles my heart
and gives it female warmth that once it starts,
I can't detach my heart that gets your own
as what your warmth creates is magic crammed.

Your words are said with such a female tune
that stirs the feelings l'm so fond to live.
They give the rapture  of a farfetched song
that begets love and forces it to yield.

Your softness is not just what women have.
It is so touching that my heart can't skip.
Once felt, it shackles me with magic chains
whose serfdom is much sweeter than free will.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Sep 2018 · 100
THAT'S ALL I WANT.
Joseph Zenieh Sep 2018
THAT'S ALL I WANT.
My love is like a ship. It sails across
an ocean long and wide with waves of mighty force.
I feel so lonely and l try to see
a creature that will bring my heart deep glee.

Some albatrosses fly behind my ship.
I throw them fish that come under my grip
as they give me a tranquil sense and ease
of fellow creatures that my heart can please.

All of a sudden, l behold a mermaid
that charms my heart and distracts my fond mind.
It gains my heart and soul as beauty has a charm
that only heaven can obtain its balm.

I follow her not caring where she swims.
Let her take me to this world outer rims.
I know she is half woman, half a fish.
To live with her pure eyes is what l wish.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Joseph Zenieh Sep 2018
THEIR EYES DRESS MY OUTSIDE LOOK.
Give me a clean inside and l don't care
for all my outer state if foul or fair.
Let all the people say l am a thief
if l am certain that l lead clean life.

Let all accuse my honour and my name
and all my friends indict me for deep shame.
If l look inside and find myself clean,
I feel as fresh and pure as winter rain.

Nothing can disturb my inner clean white
if that pure ****** snow lives in my heart,
but whiteness can't be true when dressed as clothes
as it can hide the dirt that the heart loathes.

I scrupulously dress myself inside.
Let people dress me as my deeds decide.
If they have ***** eyes, that is their flaw.
That can't smear my heart or change its hue.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
Sep 2018 · 54
GOD AND MAN
Joseph Zenieh Sep 2018
*** AND MAN
A little child at age of two
has learnt to curse and curses you.
Would you beat him or cause him pain,
or would you laugh at his small brain?

How can that child arouse your ire
or make you angry and desire
to pour your anger on a kid
to cause him sorrow for his deed?

Imagine that you don't forgive
this little mind and on him drive
your greatest wrath to cause him pain.
In this case, who has the small brain?

You don't beat him, but just you smile
and laugh at his too childish style.
You kiss him and you make him know
your love, and then he won't curse you.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Joseph Zenieh Sep 2018
A PORTRAIT OF TWO CREATURES
A little boy of four is outside home.
He has a sandwich of delicious ham.
A cat rubs him and looks up with a mew.
He says, "All right, l'll share my meal with you.

"A bite for you and one for me all through.
I know your bites are small, but they will do.
I'll take small bites as l want to be fair.
Then both of us can take the correct share.

"This is the final round with its large meat.
Take just your due and give me mine to eat."
He offers it, and the cat eats much more
than is assigned to it as said before.

"You are a greedy cat. Why did you eat
more than your share of that delicious meat?
I'll tell my mum," he goes home crying loud.
The cat feels sorry, but it likes that round.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Sep 2018 · 30
A PRAYER
Joseph Zenieh Sep 2018
A  PRAYER
You know me better than l know
my deepest thoughts and what l feel.
I feel too weak and stretch my arms
to beg your eyes to see my fears.

I am a man and have a heart
that has some wishes to achieve.
I pass from failure to mean state
and hide my eyes from who demean.

I beg you and look up and pray
I need your grace that gives me faith.
It can uplift my heart to feel
that my wounds are not wasted pain.

My hunger is so hard to bear.
I beg you to blend it with hope
that makes me able to endure
and not fall down as the weak drop.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Sep 2018 · 73
THE BROKEN HEART
Joseph Zenieh Sep 2018
THE BROKEN HEART
He could not be any pride
of his father who worked hard
just to see him in a post
of which he could talk and boast.

He was humble; he was meek.
He was too shy just to speak.
That made his dad lose all hope
and off his mind he would drop.

I met him; he got my mind.
Such a heart l could not find.
He lived for love and for peace
and to shun his dad's grimace.

Man is feelings; man is heart
though he is not always smart.
Don't break hearts and feelings wound;
though not bright, his tears are sound.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Sep 2018 · 46
THEY ARE STILL BABES.
Joseph Zenieh Sep 2018
THEY ARE STILL BABES.
Life is rich in what it gives
everyone what suits his mind.
Let me enjoy those great gifts
not minding what people have.

People are of different kinds
like young babes put in one room.
some would like to love and laugh
others to stretch hands and fight.

Some would feel so angry if
one of them likes his own toy.
They won't be glad till they *****
him of that toy that he loves.

Babes, young babes, we know you are
still too young and we excuse.
Try to grow out of that quirk
ere you destroy all and self.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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