THE MEANING OF LIFE
You want to live, depend on self
as each has problems in his life.
Can you help others to survive
while you can scarcely stay alive?

Each does not know where his success
resides as life has lots to face.
It's like a wheel that's turning round;
it takes you up, then to the ground.

What's your outcome in life's exam?
Each does his best for a grand aim.
I can't ask you to leave your pen
and help a friend to get his ten.

One thing l ask as life is hard,
and we all live on callous land.
Let's all join hands to find a cause
that gives a sense to our lives.
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HE DID MORE AFTER HIS DEATH.
Where were You, Christ? So quickly died!
Where were the people who You loved?
All what You did came to its end
and You were placed in Your tomb dead.

How could that Person's name revive
and fill the world with such great love?
There is a secret in all that.
That secret has filled all the world.

That Man could do after His death
much more than what He'd done before.
He came back and left His dark tomb.
How can that happen to a man?

He proved Himself that He was God,
and no tomb could contain His blood.
He told all people they would live
as man had life to stay alive.
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THE NEW BORN BABE
A new born babe has just come here.
He moves my heart for being so frail.
I place my finger in his hand.
He grasps it as if he seeks help.

Why do you catch my finger, babe?
Are you so scared of this new world?
I have been here for such long time
and till now like you l seek aid.

You feel a stranger in this world !
No wonder, you have just arrived,
but l've been here for such long time,
yet l'm a stranger l still feel.

Don't frown; l know my words are cruel.
You'll be accustomed to cruel words.
You'll love the world; l am quite sure,
and you'll feel sad when you depart.
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DUTY AND REMORSE
Duty, you can be too hard to do.
Man may find it heavy to perform.
"Father, if it may be possible
to excuse me, but Your will be done."

Painful was the cross that Jesus had,
but He could not shun that heavy load
as remorse would be more serious weight
Jesus could not bear in His soft heart.

Where are we from this most common task,
which we daily face and can't escape?
Can we shun the tasks and have remorse
as we do not have the strength of Christ?

Narrow is the gate that leads to God;
it goes through the duties which are hard.
Jesus could achieve and gained the sky;
can we do the same and self defy?
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GOD OR SUPERSTITIONS ?
Superstitions, what are you ?
Aren't you what the devils show ?
Christ reveals the truth through love,
not through hatred devils carve.

Hunter, you can't **** a bird
if it's not by God allowed.
Nothing happens to a man
that the Father does not ken.

How can man request a change ?
Is he wiser than that Sage ?
Can he bring a better choice
to himself or his own house ?

Depend on the Lord and have
faith in this most sublime Jove.
His design is the choice
which for sure makes you rejoice.
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MERITS PROVE THEMSELVES.
Power does not need pretence.
It's a grace a person has.
No one needs to show it off.
It's not urgent to announce.

Who can rob a little rose
of its fragrant nice smell.
It will die and drop its leaves,
but its smell won't say farewell.

Lion, though you are too old,
foxes can't approach your den.
Lions keep their names as kings.
Foxes near their dens aren't seen.

Keep your splendour, jasmine tree.
Greet the sun at rise and set.
Nothing can possess your sight;
your fragrance by all is smelt.
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IF YOU CAN'T COMPETE, ****!
People don't accept Who is so kind
and loves all the persons, good and bad.
He has power, but He can't apply
as He pities all, the weak and shy.

He declared His kingdom is not here,
but it is above the atmosphere.
He could **** all those who caused His death,
asking forgiveness for them and health.

How could such a Man live among men
who could commit crimes, and who could sin?
They beheld themselves to be too small
and could never reach His soaring goal.

Nothing can be done with such a Man
except to **** Him and save His clan
from dishonour that can demean them
as they cannot reach such a high aim.
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MAN AND SIN
Sin, you are a cause to suffer.
How can man be such a sinner?
Man can commit it by mistake,
and his sorrow brings him great ache.

He will try to find a way out.
If he does not, he endures doubt.
Remorse comes to start his own hell;
living that, his joy he will ****.

Don't tell me that man can insist
on his wrongs that his life exhaust.
How can man go on and bear that,
which can smother his poor, wrecked heart?
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TIME AND TIMELESSNESS
I'm surprised why people worry
concerning what life will send them.
Can they change the ways of problems,
bringing home what can be lucky?

What surprises is the future.
Get out of the turning planets,
you will find the stable present,
but no years can your mind puzzle.

That can show your greatness, present,
great on earth and great in heaven.
On the earth, you give the value
of events which man can witness.

But in heaven, you are constant,
where no one can ever be spent.
Souls will be with God eternal;
lives won't know what can be final.
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YOU BUILD YOUR WORLD.
The thoughts you bring to mind will build your world.
The spires that reach the sky should be so high.
The humble and mean thoughts will bring you vice
that leads you to the depth of dark abyss.

Reflect on evil, then the devil comes
to bring you harmful thoughts of dreadful harm.
He shows you what is right the greatest blight,
and what is wrong the light that clears the dark.

You mean to see the scene of Eden's green,
recall the people whose cool words install
what was so great and passed but left results
you see quite full of glee to tortureed hearts.

Recall the good, your soul will find the world
is full of moments that are sweet to heal
the damage that the evil can avail
to make what is around a hateful jail.
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THE MEANINGS OF CHRISTMAS
Most sublime Lord, You changed the world
from fearful hell to land of mirth.
You found it was so hard for man
to love his God through sightless faith.

You came to us to our house
on Christmas Day a little Child.
We saw our God and His great deeds
and found Him worthy to be loved.

We love Him much; He is the wish.
His love makes us avoid all vice.
He changed cruel death from fear to hope
as resurrection is great bliss.

He saw us poor, afraid not sure.
He gave us hope and dressed us crowns.
He showed us how to !ive and grow
from slaves to be His real sons.
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THE ONLY HOPE
I sat at my own desk feeling great fear
of earthly life and where it would lead to.
I found nothing was sure about this life
which was an empty road towards a copse.

Around me l saw none that would give cheer,
not even those dumb, ruminating beasts.
Their food was queer; none else were there but rocks
that were unthoughtful and completely staunch.

Nothing except a puff of wind passed by.
It did not tell me what its purpose was.
From where it came to where it blew some leaves.
No glimpse it could unfold about that copse.

I walked towards that spot led by a bird
which was snow white and filled me with delight.
That bird could sing a song that was so strong
and had a tuneful sound that fit my mind.
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GIVE ME MY DRESS AND COME WITH ME.
Dear mum, give me the dress l love to wear.
I want to be the charm of all who're there.
I yearn the eyes to look only at me.
I am a girl, my mum; that is my glee.

My eyes have unique spell; no eyes can vie.
The other girls see me and feel so shy.
No wonder, mum, l want to be so fair.
I am a girl, and that to me is dear.

The young men in the town will come to dance.
I'll be a lovely sight for those who glance.
No one can see my eyes and go away.
I want the best of them with me to stay.

Don't worry, mum; l won't leave you alone.
You are the one who gave me what l own.
You'll always be inside my heart and home.
You are my start, and you are my end dream.
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MAN AND BIRDS
Little bird, you love your chicks.
Don't you love yourself as well?
You are hungry and too thin;
Keep some grains your maw to quell.

Noble you are; that is great.
Should the noble fast and die?
What is life without good traits?
It will turn to hateful sty.

I would like the human beings
to observe what birds can do,
and to take rifles from men
to increase this noble view.
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A MESSAGE FROM HEAVEN
When l sat to read a book,
glad l was to choose that one.
It was what  my heart desired;
all the others it would shun.

As l opened it, l saw
some words written by a friend.
Leaving us, he went so far
where the living can't be found.

Looking at what he had scrawled,
I was overcome by tears.
What he wrote was his friendship
would forever have strong ties.

I reflected on his words,
which presented me a gift
that an angel brought to me,
coming from the land of height.
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LOVE COMING FROM HEAVEN
You're right if you love your mum,
who has been your strength for long.
Who can blame you when she's near
even if they are so strong?

Her heart's with you all the time.
Where can such great love be found?
Whether you are right or wrong,
her love for you is profound.

No one can replace her face
when she admires your eyes.
Nowhere can you find such love
except in the endless skies.
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THESE BOOKS ARE HIS SWEAT.
Everything around me has
something that ties to the past.
Those books make me see my dad,
whose sweat was the price l paid.

Taking lots of pounds from him,
I could buy those books which were
so expensive at that time,
but he paid with great delight.

Now, this verse is the true means
of imparting what l feel,
showing his soul that my tears
can express my deepest love.

All that exists in these books.
How can l but stick to them?
Ere l read what this page gives,
I endow a kiss to dad.
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LOVE TOUCHES EVERYTHING.
I feel that love is spread round me
in every object l can see.
I see it in the trees around.
I feel it in the table wood.

Each one tells me a story that
to my old past it can relate.
I saw the trees when a sky bird
on branches green came down to land.

I saw the table when my friends
sat round it and outstretched their hands.
They ate with love that in me crept
to make the table permanent.
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YOU CARRIED ME FAR, GOLD-FINCH.
I try to catch the song that a finch sings.
I find its wavy sound in my heart rings,
but my ears are too weak to seize the tune
and to my dearest poems to attune.

I see you perching on a twig too frail.
I find it like my words that try to nail
your tune and that rainbow that stins the sky
and spans between your tree and clouds that cry.

You make me know how tethered are my hands
when compared with my soul whose flight expands
between the earth, the sea and endless space,
starting from my small room and tiny house.
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HOWEVER YOU ARE, CALL CHRIST.
Don't let your time go by, and you are shy
to meet your Lord, Who is in His high sky.
You can get pure today, not every day
as the pandemic can block your locked way.

You could be in great danger and no one
could approach your locked room to hear your moan.
How would you feel while you would like a priest
to hear your voice to endow you some rest.

Life can distract your mind, but death is near.
Be always clean to shun a greater fear.
The Lord is always prompt when you call Him,
but you don't call when you're not pure and calm.
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THE DIVINE MENTOR               Anapest
Only You were quite free from all sins.
You were pure all Your life, that was hard.
You perceived women through their own needs
not through Your selfish wants from the world.

Your own likes were not felt in Your heart,
which was filled with the poor and Your help.
You forgot all Your taste of good life
and just gave what can prop their upkeep.

You could say a few words to shun death,
but Your life was a style for poor men.
Through Your cross You could save man from woe,
and You showed how the cross could bring gain.
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TRACING MY EARLY CHILDHOOD
I passed beside the site of my old house
that my dear father was so glad to build.
I looked for buildings that were licensed then
to tell me now where my first years were reared.

There, my young parents were in early years
of their pure marriage that for them was dear.
They were so soft and gave me all their time,
and their warm underwings witnessed my cheer.

That was the time when l learnt the Lord's care,
seen through the hands of parents weaving love.
They made me feel that life was timeless joy
for that immortal child who loved to live.
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THE SOUL'S AIM
I feel surprised how people can
enjoy the sinful *** without
great fear that their most sober state
Is lost on earth and in the height.

They don't care for their anxious soul
whose aim is calmness deep and pure
that exists in the afterlife
but starts on earth and there gets sure.

Up there, there is no fear of louts
and people from a careless clan.
Man runs away from them on earth
so that his full calm life can gain.
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EUROPE: PAST AND PRESENT
I'm sorry for those who have been
the greatest masters of the scene,
the Europeans, whom l love,
who were so wise and turned naive.

They were great strength for a long time,
from Ancient Greece to famous Rome,
to present times when their grand past
still has some force to make them last.

You had your power and strong hands.
Now, you need others for your deeds.
The others work just for themselves
and soon they'll throw you on the shelves.
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THE MAGIC WEALTH
A wizard was born in a town
where plants are rare and grass not grown.
The people were too poor and weak,
depending on nothing but luck.

He wrought a spell and them could tell:
it had the luck that them would fill
with gold and food and what they would
if they knew where the spell he hid.

They left all what could reduce want
and started solving that new knot.
Their state got worse with much more loss
but could not that spell come across,

Years passed and their state got so bad.
A man among them had some mind.
He told them that the magic wealth
would bring them none but horrid death.
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NO REASON TO FEAR A THING
My Lord, You are my Guard; none frightens me.
The earth is where all problems we can see.
That counts on what we think and what we do.
Your kingdom needs strong faith as You could show.

You were exhaling life on your harsh cross,
but were so tranquil and You prayed for those,
who found in You a threat to their belief
as You could raise the dead and give them life.

You are Who conquered death, which we all fear;
to Your disciples You could reappear.
If my great Lord made me not care for death,
how can the hardest feats defy my strength?
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A CITY REVISITED
That city was my most admired one
when l saw there my uncle and his son,
and my aunt was so kind to cook her meal.
It was her pleasure with her guests to deal.

All those nice people loved me as a child
and formed the city where l would abide.
I went last year to find their homes were closed.
I felt it was not any more my world.

What are you, places, but what people make.
A city void of kin will cause me ache.
You can send me to the deserted moon
with whom l love and they make it Eden.
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ENJOY WHAT YOU HAVE.
We are too wishful but too small.
Why should we vaunt life we control?
We are like children; toys please us,
so let's enjoy what we possess.

A cup of coffee is so great.
It can give pleasure like a feat.
Why should we strive to reach the top
if that main joy is in a cup?

He sits at home beside his field
so pleased with what his land can yield.
Am l much better than this man
whose field and crops are his prized crown?
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WAS THAT HIS AIM?
He did not care for wealth or gold
but did not find a thing around
that could bring him on his sad face
a happy look, a taste of peace.

He started gathering not convinced,
but money could uphold his crest.
It got his pleasure and his aim
as it conferred on him a name.

So big was his house and quite full
of best furniture that was cool,
but when he died his house was closed
with none to weep for who reposed.
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THE SCARED TRUTH
I sympathize with those who can't
express themselves as they are weak.
They are the side that owns the truth;
the weak weigh their words when they speak.

They look at muscles big and and strong
and power that can them convince,
not in their minds but in shy words
as they would like to live in peace.

Life is so cruel when the strong rule
and control all to hear and yield.
They say what no one can accept,
but they should with a deep sigh nod.
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BETWEEN LOVE AND ***
A man can challenge all the world,
but can't defy something in head.
When his heart tends towards a goal,
no power can deflect his will.

Look at those two who are like one.
They are one; their souls them combine.
Their loving hearts make them quite queer
as each can't live without that dear.

Some people feel that love is ***.
Their hearts and souls have no effects.
Like cats, they join their flesh and howl
and exchange beds until they fall.
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THEIR WORLD AND MINE
My heart, don't look at those who try
to derail you from your own way.
They show you dirt and say it's fine;
they have their lives and l have mine.

The man who lives with his own soul
can't bear the mucus of a snail,
the sweat they produce on his chest,
where a clean girl would hate to rest.

Leave me alone in my pure world,
where my soul roams in its green field.
The flowers bloom, proud of their hues
to give such gorgeous, cheerful views.
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WHERE CAN I FIND SUCH A LIFE?
I feel so lonely when l'm far from You,
a fish that gasps to see the river's depth
to stop for long nearby some stony ground
to kiss an algal spot for food and breath.

It has no other way to fill its gills
with what supplies its blood with needed air,
no food to hush the stomach rumbling sound
save in the water with its matchless cure.

Where can l find the love that sates my soul,
but in Your words that wash away my grief.
You give my soul a rush of joy so fresh
which gives me all the hope that grants me life.
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EUROPE, TO WHERE?
Strength, and freedom have their cost to be enjoyed.
Knights of old had practised much ere they could fight.
Where is Europe leading to through easy life?
Will it keep its culture safe and thoughts intact?

Life can't be observed in details but in acts
small and trivial, but they can explain it all.
When the theme of your verse piece is about ***,
you will have readers, and lots of those who like.

Write about marriage and kids, and none will read.
Life is made to be enjoyed and not to breed.
Who will give people to Europe and its fate?
Are they who come from abroad with their own style?
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THE ETERNAL UNION
When one holds a woman's hand, he feels they both
have become one human of a better type.
He can't be once more a person of his own
as this act has joined them both to be one soul.

Needs of each will lead his heart to feel his mate
such a precious part with whom he can't separate.
He will leave the world to be with that dear part,
who has got with him one soul and filled his heart.

Thoughts of gain will disappear between the two
as each cuts from his own life to give his spouse.
How can he be in her bed just for one time
and she's got a part of his most precious heart?
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THE PRUDENCE OF A FEMALE
When l saw her blue eyes, at once l knew
they were the masters of my easy heart.
She looked at me with jewels soft and bright,
a look whose depth was of a profound well.

What sort of vague, abysmal depth she showed?
All around was well lit, a summer day.
Her eyes well scrutinized my witless look,
and weighed the senses that my eyes conveyed.

And then, they cleared and eased a sweet reply
that my eye message was a welcomed one,
but prudence was a main part of her mind
mainly when she displayed such charming eyes.
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THE WISER ARE RESPONSIBLE.
Women are equal to men in everything.
Even they are wiser than some stupid men.
As they are weaker in flesh, they count on mind,
which bestows on them a post of high esteem.

One of their superior traits is that they can
reproduce the human kind, which men cannot.
They give power to their home, higher than that
which a man  can give through his conceited work.

Countries depend on their kids to build their strength,
and to stop the other nations to control
and to change their laws to fit their stupid mind,
swerving them to servile men to reach their goals.

This will make the nations weak and not advanced.
Then the power will return to the strong flesh.
Nations will go backward if women don't give
new, wise men to home and if they waste their time.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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A PART OF ME                   trochee
Past events, you came and went like yesterday,
but you left what l miss much and crave to see.
I was not so glad with all your past results,
but you are so dear and prized, a part of me.

I adore that person though he was so cruel.
Past events can blind themselves to all the harm
and invoke great love in me for acts and men,
Yielding what can bestow me the happy dream.

What is now but coming past of coming years?
Who are you, the man who spoils what l do now?
You will be so precious to my heart and soul,
why not love your deeds from now, and end my row?
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MY DEAREST FRIEND EVER
Father Denis, you are dear to me.
You are in my heart, where you will be
till the end of life and in the skies
where l'll rush to you with weeping eyes.

You informed me my religious thoughts,
all my English and set right my faults.
You taught me for school and my degree;
teaching me was all completely free.

I recall what was my big mistake;
my blind anger made me you forsake.
You departed and l wasn't kind
and your journey was the last on land.

I endeavoured to correct my act,
but it was too late, a sordid fact.
You are in the sky; l love you much.
In the afterlife, l mend my breach.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE CLOWN'S GOWN
Europe, you wax so frail and low
in all what you can see and show.
You've changed your verse to guessing games
but kept for it those great old names.

How can you place your modern verse
among the poems of great wits?
Don't you feel shy and hide yourself
as what you indite brings you grief?

You are still proud though lost your creed,
the secret why you could succeed.
You're getting funny, low and down;
no wonder your verse wears this gown.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE SAMPLE
What you will see in your next life
and what you see in your night dream
are both your deeds of daily life
which night and heaven give them gleam.

Same fibre has the dream you have
with life up there; they're both divine.
What you with full intention do
gives after effects of the wine.

That is the sky that you aspire
to live in when life gets sheer night.
Heaven like dreams will show your acts;
what's done before becomes so bright.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHAT DID YOU GAIN?
Soldier, who is stained with blood,
you or that who sent you there?
You **** those whom you don't know.
How can you such an act bear?

You sometimes are sent abroad
to attack who are at home,
and return with esteemed hands;
can that with your mind conform?

Don't you think that you killed some
who are dear to their poor kin?
Just a question l ask you
what did you by that act gain?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WOMEN
A splendid place a woman has
inside my heart and in my soul.
You are the mother, daughter, wife.
You are who weaves us winter's wool.

You are the womb that gives men life,
whose role won't end with giving birth.
Men are the fathers all their lives.
You are the feeders, love , and mirth.

No honest man can see in you
his pastime as you are his mum.
He loves you and gives you his heart;
the wife and crown of his dear home.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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