LOVE ALL, BUT PARENTS FIRST.
Don't let your selfishness blind your poor sight.
There are a lot of things you have to see.
If parents are a bit angry with you,
it does not mean they prefer your strong kin.

You have to show them both the love they want.
It's not the matter of receipts and gifts.
Perhaps, your father needed your strong hand;
his heart was asking you to take his seat.

Love all the people, but your parents first
and give them what you can of help and needs.
If it's too late and they have gone to rest,
direct your love to what they loved the most.
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LOVE ALL, BUT PARENTS FIRST.
Don't let your selfishness blind your poor sight.
There are a lot of things you have to see.
If parents are a bit angry with you,
it does not mean they prefer your strong kin.

You have to show them both the love they want.
It's not the matter of receipts and gifts.
Perhaps, your father needed your strong hand;
his heart was asking you to take his seat.

Love all the people, but your parents first
and give them what you can of help and needs.
If it's too late and they have gone to rest,
direct your love to what they loved the most.
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PEACE THROUGH LOVE
I need You, Lord; You are the strength
through which l can endure this life.
It's full of hatred and of greed,
and each exerts its force and strife.

Where can a person find his peace
except through help of hands so strong?
They make him forget all his fear
as Jesus' hands can solve his knots.

I read about His life on earth.
No problem could bestir His trust.
With love He trod all His hard way.
Where love exists, no fear can thrive.
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DON'T WORRY.
Behold the birds; they do not care,
and God protects their chicks and nest.
They fly and sing most lovely songs
and come to their nest which is safe.

If they are scared by what may come,
they can't go out to eat and feed,
and God will be upset with them
for lack of trust in that great Guard.

God says,"Don't worry my dear birds,
I allow just what keeps you safe.
Depend on me and enjoy life.
I care for you more than you do."
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THE GREATEST MAN EVER
Jesus, You combine two natures,
one of man and one so mighty.
You created man and oceans,
and You lived a normal human.

Who can tell me if a person
can ever mention a great man
who has been greater than Jesus
though He lived a third of man's life?

Who could raise the dead and He rise,
cure the blind and forgive His foes?
Who could admit men to heaven
as He said to that on His right?

Forgiveness and not rules of force
was His laws and all His teachings.
Who could love His foes and let them
**** Him, but He, Christ Who loves all?
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MY SHIP TO THE SKY
I'm glad that life has started to be kind.
My way has commenced to get me spellbound.
I've worked so ******* what can yield good verse,
and now my trees have sprouted their fruit buds.

Life showed me for some time its frosty way,
but now it reveals its most comely path
and by the help of Christ, l start to see
a port like that which led to grandma's house.

The voyage was too long but l was pleased
that mother was so glad to meet her mum.
Now, l behold a port much like that one,
but this will lead me to my long lost sky.
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THE NYMPH'S TOUCH
What are you love but that most tender nymph,
who is so fond of its most silky skin?
She has a sort of beauty that charms all;
she touches hearts and makes them fond of her.

She takes the form of that most fragile girl,
who has the softest skin of rosy hue,
and close to be transparent like a veil
that has the fibre of the whitest cloud.

Your girl, sweet love, is so fond of herself.
She loves to unveil her thin, light clothes
so that she can reveal her tender skin
to roses that will wan when vied by her.

But she's so pure that she can't bear to be
seen by the human's eyes that yearn for more.
Her beauty is a sort seen by the soul
when that soul yearns to be serenely drunk.
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EVEN WITH A PIECE OF NEWS
Great is life to live for others
ere fast time can change your power.
All the people need some succour
which can be a piece of good news.

As you love the happy surprise,
that uplifts you from your dull life.
All the others wait for it , too.
Let these blessed words be heard from you.

People are poor and are waiting
to receive the news awaited;
it will freshen what days have staled
and fill life with hope downgraded.
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THE HAPPY JOURNEY
It is luck to be created,
to be born as a new creature.
You come to this world from nothing
where you're treated like a pupil.

You behold yourself on the earth,
one of many who are like you.
You see how they come and depart,
no choice, but they have to accept.

You would like to stick to this world,
but a better one is starting.
You will go to your Creator,
where eternal life is waiting.
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WHEN THE MISSION IS GREAT
Let your spirit be the leader;
then your languid flesh will give in.
Flesh, you are a mere good vassal
when sublime is your soul's mission.

Greatest persons have the spirit
that can't live for worldly matters.
It observes beyond lhe limits
of the flesh that toils and mutters.

But the spirit is so stubborn
when it sees a charming vision.
It discerns a sight from heaven;
no flesh pain can make it listen.
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THE HUNCH-BACK OF NOTRE DAME
All the people have one they love.
Why am l deprived and lonely?
They look at a girl and she smiles.
When l look, she has the giggles.

Are they sons of queens and nobles,
and l am the son of servants?
Even servants have their lovers,
or l would no be on the earth.

Lord, l heard that poor Lazarus
had his sorrows at that plush gate.
Have l got mine where no sweet girl
gives me greetings but for kindness?
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THE AWAITED GUEST
When l feel that life is smiling,
and no fear is freezing my mind,
care is far from my surrounding,
I ken then that Jesus is nigh.

What has happened to my spirit
sorts of flames are burning inside,
urging me to dance in triumph
as l grasp the world in my hand?

All that's happened in a minute
and dispersed my care and fright.
It is not by chance my dear Lord;
it's Your visit to my scared heart.
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CAN YOU HELP, READER ?
When l feel my life is empty
of the joy l need to survive,
I resort to my quill and ink
and remember things that l like.

Poetry, you are my pleasure.
With you l can roam the whole world.
All the world obeys my measures
of the rhythms that fit my own style.

I think of the world, but l can't
imagine the gist of man's life.
Verse, you solve all man's hard problems,
all except the essence of life.
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THE PREACHER
I thought myself a genius who knew all
from men's demeanour to good verse to write.
I blamed my kin for their misconduct here
and neighbours' acts for clear cowardice there.

I started to imagine l am great
till once my mind recalled my humble past.
I thought about my life and what l did;
I found myself much worse than those l preached.

I hid myself inside a garret where
I wept to clean my past, that was inane.
It was too stupid that to make amends
I set out to instruct for recompense.
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THE UNAVOIDABLE JUDGE
Past acts, you don't die; you live with us.
You impose yourselves as our judge.
The decree you give you can dispatch
to the sleeping minds that wake and hark.

We imagine that no one has known
or who could see us are not alive.
Other people die, but the past deeds
will remain as long as minds survive.

Persons can be met from time to time,
like a dream we have but can't repeat,
but the minds are like the shining sun
from which we can't flee or hope to shun.

Minds are bells that always play the tunes
our past dictates through our deeds,
but those tunes are played not as we wish
but as acts remind the minds to croon.
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EACH HAS HIS GAIN.
Lonely boat, don't you fear the rough sea?
Waves are high, land is far, and you're small.
What do you gain from this long voyage?
All is lost in the case your sail's torn.

When you sail, you think of the far land.
Who tells you that one day it appears?
A rash whale might upturn your small hull
and send you sinking down to the depth.

"This is life, my dear sir, all men face."
He tells me, "You spend time on your verse.
If you reach your great aim, you will gain
what l dream when l reach my far land."
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THERE ARE STILL WHO AMEND.
They tell me life gets crowded with knaves.
I agree as l meet lots of them.
Like the weeds, they destroy the rose buds
ere they flourish and fill land with smell.

The world squirms tired of what they do
for no reason but to please themselves.
Others look with disgust at their filth,
but the harm which they cause revives them.

I wonder how the world can forgive,
and the honest with them can survive.
A soft voice in my mind assures me
life can't get quite void of who amend.
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LOVE TO AVOID REGRET.
You can feel a soft touch fill your heart
when you have profound love for all men.
Never think of their deeds that hurt you.
Days wipe them and show you your old grudge.

Think of those who loved you but their acts
caused you pain that made you turn your face.
When days passed and they got far from you,
you see them perfect men, and blame self.

Look at dawn that's fought with the night's hue
and appears a soft view of red light.
Never deem that it is rather cold;
in a jiff it becomes a dark night.
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THEY NEED EACH OTHER.
Self-centered fellows think they are great men.
They can attract some women to their beds,
assuming they are clever and they think
that women run to sigh on their wide chests.

How can we compare those most stupid men
with those who respect women and their roles,
like what was performed by Marie Currie,
who could achieve what those lewd men ignore.

Women, you are the wife who fills the house
with her sweet laughter and her silent work.
You are much brighter than those who suppose
you are created to be ruled by men.

You are the mother who stays up the night
to look after her child who needs her care.
You don't heed what some men would proudly say
as both are born to sigh on their mate's chest.
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LOVE IS ONE.
Love, you are one, but seem in various ways
like that which brings a man to his dear girl,
or mothers to their kids, and Christ to us,
and you are pure and clean in all your forms.

You are so pure, and have a snow-white hand,
that wants to give and touch to please and guard.
The lover does not touch to please himself,
but to delight the person whom he loves.

The lover's life is not of great concern.
He lives for whom he loves and for her smile.
He is prepared to risk all what he owns
to see that whom he loves is in full joy.

So pure is she to him that he can't deem
it proper to dress her chaste face in red.
He gets near her with well anointed hands
to make her feel she gets much more sublime.
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HE CAN'T SEE THEM HAPPY.
A kind bee and a flower are in love.
The devil looks at them and feels annoyed.
He goes to that bee and asks it to try
to fly so high to feel how cool it's there.

He tells the flower that the bee is false.
He's seen it flirting with a shameless ant.
They both get mad and change their little minds;
they've thought the devil knows what's good for them.

The bee flies high; a passing bird eats it.
The flower closes on itself and weeps.
The devil sees what's happened to them both;
quite satisfied, he goes back to his hell.
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CHRIST IS GOD
The angel who could roll the big grave stone,
and Your return to life after Your death
have left no doubt that You were the great Lord,
the mighty God of ours and all the world.

All your grand life and deeds showed beyond doubt
You were the Lord Who could be scared by none.
You would do only what You thought was right,
not caring how the whole world would react.

Where is that man who won't defend himself
and destroy those who'll **** him if he can?
Instead You said, "My Father forgive them.
They do not know exactly Who l am."

Where is the lord who cannot see a man,
deprived of hope and lonely, shedding tears?
You came to us to spread Your profound love,
which You lived there with Your Father above.

You gave us what no strength can ever give
except the mighty God, Who rules us all,
and loves us in a way that men ignore,
so You descended to make us love more.
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JESUS' LOVE TO MANKIND
You are so soft and full of deep concern.
You can do all, destroy or build the world.
You built it, and then shaped Adam and Eve,
in perfect form and loved them like your kids.

Your love to them was great, which made you take
the shape of man, and come to earth as one.
Then Your most sublime soul abode inside
their hearts to turn them pure and more humane.

You showed mankind the love that none's revealed.
You've built a bridge that leads man to Eden.
When l behold your face inside my being,
I strum my harp to play the angels' song.
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THE HIGH PRICE
Each man feels that he is the only one,
who is the central part of all the world,
and Jesus felt the same; He was a man
and sensed what other men were going through.

This Man and God knew well His sacrifice,
but was aware it would save Adam's kind.
He pitied them as Adam felt great joy
ere he was thrown a prey in his tough world.

But He could also know the price was high,
and He would pass throughout the cross rough way.
It would be His slow death that would approach
in those most horrid steps to that sad end.

They began beating Him; it was the start
of coming stages that were void of ruth
as all were gruesome, leading to grim death,
the sad departure from the near and far.

But man was weak and dear, and He loved him,
and wanted him to share the afterlife,
the life He wished to all who hoped to share,
even the thief who asked Him to be there.
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THE MOST PRECIOUS JEWEL
When one gets older, he becomes quite skilled,
but life inclines to be about to end.
This is the precious while of all one's life.
He should distil each drop of this dense sap.

I wonder how some men pass all their  time
in games to shun the boredom life may bring.
Where is the flatness if time flies like bats;
the shrewdest men don't know where they will be.

A lot of guests have passed along this life,
but few can know how bats of life are trapped.
Those  have got famous in the books we read.
The rest have turned to earth on which we tread.
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THE OFFENDED WEASEL
A farmer used to have a lot of hen.
They were so fat and white and gave him eggs.
A weasel saw the coop and was so glad;
he started having all his meals from there.

The farmer lost a lot and got quite mad,
but he could not discover a good way
to keep the weasel far or change his mode;
he bought a gun and lurked behind the coop.

The weasel saw the farmer with a gun.
He got offended by the farmer's mien.
"Is this the way" he thought," a host behaves?
I will desert this most disgusting man."
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TELL ME WHERE SHE GOES.
She's distracted and goes far
from my nearby seat.
Who can tell me where she strays
will be my great dear.
She's the love that shows me where
my most vivid hope
dwells and gives me cheerful life,
filling me with joy.

Shepherd of the grazing flock,
come and visit me.
You have roamed through prairies wild
where my valued girl
perhaps wonders through as she's
tired of my care.
Please inform me if you see
my beloved strolls there.
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THE STABLE LIFE
I am surprised that people do not see
the world is like a man who hides behind
his back a card that asks you soon to leave
your job and stay with nothing in your hand.

You accept that as it is better than
when your phone rings and tells you that a kin
will go abroad and stay so far from you
while this dear person brightens your dull view.

You sit and think what kind of life this is.
The other day a good friend passed away.
Is this the life from which you expect joy?
You fear what you do not expect to know.

Where is the life that tells you none will change
and moves from depth to depth and all will please.
It can be found just in what Jesus says
about His world where endless love exists.
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THEY WEEP INSIDE THE CHEERS.
My heart is with the poor and crying eyes
that shed their tears as they are lonely thrown
inside their pit of woe while all around,
the rich are dancing in their pubs and homes.

I bring them to my mind with their deep pit
of hunger that keeps them awake all night.
They writhe from side to side after midnight
while others dance and sing with lots to drink.

Fast time is passing by with these and those
as time is one for all who live on earth.
The rich are puzzled how to spend their time
while those in their deep pit try hard to climb.

I ask if time should be the same for both,
or pangs of hunger should give them more time.
Perhaps, one day they may have what to eat,
but then it will be late for them to dance.
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A MOTHER TO HER NEW-BORN BABE
The smile that veils your lips with  such a lovely sight
delights my heart and eyes and gives me trust in life.
I ask the world one boon, to keep it constant there
as when you smile at me, you ascertain your joy.

When your eyes twinkle with the rays of that sweet touch,
I feel l have attained all what the world can grant.
I've brought you to this house, too humble to please you.
I can't discern if l have done what you will like.

I'm sure just of one thing which is l love you much,
and ready to give you my days and all my nights.
I'll bring you what my hand will be able to reach ;
the price l'll ask you for is just your priceless smile.
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FROM HANDS TO HANDS
The sweetest time of life is that of early years
when those dear parents' hands display how kind is land.
Then it begins to prove that land is not so grand,
but what makes it supreme are those two, full of grace.

The Father in the sky supplies the parents' arms
to smooth the early way, to elate young mankind.
When man grows up, he knows how great is parents' help;
then God extends His hands to replace the old pair.

His Son, the Christ, shows us the way, the truth, the life,
His Spirit clears the minds, and purifies the thoughts,
and Mary of pure hands takes the place of the mums.
All will make our earth once more a sublime place.
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THE EARTH CONTAINS BOTH.
The earth is where the two are found at large,
the soul of goodness and the one of vice.
We are completely with the source of love,
but you and l, l think, hate what is bad.

A man in his right mind loves what is chaste,
and tries to get immersed in what is pure.
No one will go to sewage to swim there,
but all would love to rub themselves with balm.

I seek for perfume that l love to smell.
It takes me up to such a higher state.
This perfume and this balm are in the world,
but with them is the dirt that we avoid.
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I BELIEVE WHAT JESUS SAYS.
I wonder how a man who's read some books,
and started to feel proud of little ken,
which has been ruminated and reviewed
by some who deem they are the science men,
can't see that Jesus has revived the dead.

Who has done that till now when people can
arrange to reach the planets and live there?
How could a Man Who lived at that old time
awake Lazarus or just think and dare
to ask him out of his dim grave to climb?

A Person Who exhorts to endless love,
to peace, sublime and great, to fill the world
is not a man like us who seeks for fame.
When such a man informs, we heed His word,
and countless saints and men adore His name.
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ISN'T THAT A PROOF?
My Lord, You taught Your men for just three years,
but could establish what no man can do.
They ate the bread and drank the wine, You changed
Into Yourself to be a complete You.

A person eats Your Sacrament and gets
a Christ through Whom You can instruct and speak.
Those people can achieve Your will on earth,
and each can fulfil Your way to the peak.

These deeds have proved You are the Lord, my God,
Who can perform His work from His great height.
Through miracles You live in lots of men,
and from Your heaven, You can shine Your light.
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WE IGNORE WHAT SIN IS.
He forgave all who killed Him on the cross
as they were not aware what they had done.
No one who knows what sin can be will throw
himself in burning hell, which spoils his earth!

We don't know what sin is and what it brings,
remorse and painful gnashing of the teeth.
Will man seek such tormenting fate if he
knows that his sin will fetch him much regret?

We are too small to ken the vital truth
that makes us know and set us fully free.
We think that fire is so bright and nice;
we burn our hands, and then we start to weep.
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WHERE IS FORGIVENESS?
My Lord, l'd sinned with her, and l confessed.
How can l know that she cofessed her sin?
I secured that l'd washed my dirt and gained
forgiveness but she did not wash her filth.

My Lord, l beg Your heart and kiss Your feet
to forgive her before You shrive my sins.
How can l push her into hell and l
feel content that my poor shrift is complete?

How can l think of self and forget her?
Can l attain the buoy and let her drown?
Regret can't be obtained through selfish steps.
Have pity on her first and then on me.
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ARE THEY HUMAN BEINGS?
How can life beget some souls quite void
of emotions and give them man's form
to connect their flesh for *** then split
after getting their cheap needs like beasts?

Don't they feel when they relate two hearts,
nothing can sever what they have joined?
Sweetness rules their hearts and steals their love,
without which no joy of life survives.

How can one get joined with that sweat dear,
whose flesh can give them such lovely warmth
and go, leaving their hearts fully trapped
after spending minutes both adored?
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THE MOON WAS THE CULPRIT.
Once, l noticed that the moon was shy,
creeping slowly in the immense sky.
Looking down, l espied two young kids,
sitting in a garden quite nearby.

Love appeared the master of their lives.
They were fully silent and disturbed.
They were shy to show the thoughts they had
in the depth of hearts, but l could know.

Not far from those two young hearts l sat.
"Who had taught them love?"l asked the moon.
Summer stripped the sky of all its clouds,
and the moon, confused, shunned my request.

They were too young for such a great love.
Who could be the teacher of their hearts?
None could be accused but the shy moon
as l noticed it escaped my leer.
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LIFE WAS IN THEIR HANDS.
Once, l went to see the pool of ducks
where the flower trees were green and red.
On a bench, l saw a mid-aged man,
sitting with a woman of his age.

They were blind to what there were around.
Just they could behold their precious wealth.
Life lay docile in their shy, meek hands;
they were just aware of what was there.

They did not discern that l was near
and were quite involved in their own dreams,
but their faces could unfold that life
could be gained by such a grasp of hands.
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I FEAR REMORSE
I have a heart that can't behold a ram,
so proud of its long horns, the strength it has,
thrown on the ground giving some hopeless kicks,
slain by the hands that love the ****** mud.

May God protect me from those kinds of deeds
whose impact will assault my thoughtful mind.
They will invade my dreams and tranquil sleep
and give me sleepless nights full of regret.

My heart is not begotten to cause pain
or make a creature weep his broken heart.
I do my best to plant a smile around
to please my heart and rid me of remorse.
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WRITTEN  WORDS
Life gets ugly when those who're supposed
to reveal the truth seek their own gain.
They would aim for fame and they don't care
what the message is from what they write.

When they scrawl some words and people read,
readers are quite taken by their lines.
Published words can have such great effect
as some think that they the truth reflect.

Written words, you are a charming light
which some, like the moths, get near to die,
or you can be like the lighthouse flash
which some others use to save their lives.
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THE SOUL GETS BORED.
Soul and thought, you are the closest kin.
Both of you are free and can go far.
But the flesh can't move as fast as you,
so the soul is what can reach the sky.

Thought, you whisper to the soul to know
what can seem quite right and what is wrong.
Both of you intend to shun grave sin
whereas flesh will get indulged in vice.

Then the soul will get so bored and dull,
specially when flesh gets weak and old.
It sets out to fly to meet its God,
leaving matter to its worldly jail.
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SCIENCE  AND  CULTURE
Science, don't you see
you've destroyed a lot of things,
you've devoured the oldest rhythms,
which endowed those lovely rhymes
what they had of charm?
You've attracted all the eyes
just to your selfish mind.
Poets, singers have already left the sweetest rhymes,
and you are still eating all the minds.
Where is that life that was full of those great tunes,
of that beauty from the past?
They've all been replaced by shapeless stuffs,
by cheapest songs,
and above all weapons,
rockets, and what can tear all apart,
science and the arts,
on which man wasted time.
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CHRIST'S  HAND
I was frail and my eyes full of tears,
and l turned my red eyes from the land.
He looked down at my soul, my raised eyes
and came down, stretching forth His strong hand.

Crippled down, l stood up from my seat,
full of life that l yearned to obtain.
All what my thirsty soul wished to have
from His hand, like that blind, l could gain.

Life was what He could give my poor soul.
It fulfilled all my dreams of delight.
I found hope and the rest that l lacked,
clear and pure to my eyes and my heart.
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SHAME NEEDS DARKNESS.
Come with me, my friend, to go inside
that deep cave where Satan makes his house.
Risks have built their castles and their hold;
I'm afraid to go; l'm not quite bold.

None can go inside if he can't leave
just when Satan moves his tail and fork.
Therefore, none can go inside such spots
except vicious snakes or flying bats.

Angels won't select a place like that.
Vice would often choose what people fear.
They would hide themselves where no eyes can
find out what they do or what they plan.

Perhaps, you may ask why l go there.
I would like to see if it's worthwhile
to endure a place too far from light
to indulge yourself in such an act.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HAVE  PITY !
You disregard the mad and say,
they can't control their words and way,
and have it in for those who grudge;
with hardest rules their acts you judge.

If you say that the mad are ill;
are those grudge bearers sound and well?
Their hatred will their hearts annoy;
their grudges will soon them destroy.

Hot fire consumes their poor mind.
Have pity and lend them your hand.
Their lives are full of bitter taste;
the scourge of Satan won't give rest.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CHEERS TO THE PRESENT
The past has passed and won't return;
don't think of what you'll never own.
The future is obscure to you;
it's just a mere uncertain view.

The golden treasure is just now.
Endow it all that you can do.
Give it your mind, and all your strength
and build through it your future wealth.

The present is all what you've had
for what you did and what you stored.
Use it and all your future will
be full of wealth and precious skill.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHAT CAN MAN DEPEND ON?
This life can't lead man anywhere.
Its end is blocked by sheer despair.
No features in it can remain.
He sticks to gueses that are vain.

Mysterious is the way man comes.
He ignores what he was before.
He is unconscious what can be
the state existed ere this earth.

What is the phase that he expects
will come when man will leave the world?
He can't depend on flesh and bones
as those who give them soon repose.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE OSTRICHES
I feel surprised how poets can think of
the beauty of a flower or a girl
and don't brood on the essence of this life
that passes like a dream of summer's  night.

How can a man enjoy a petals' charm
when day's like little friends cover his eyes?
He opens them to find himself too old
and scarcely laughs to mock the end of life.

What is the aim of what you live and do?
Is there a purpose which can please your heart?
Or just you help your friends through trivial verse
to keep your eyes blindfolded to the truth.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHAT IS THE PURPOSE?
Why are we on this most careless earth,
where each man looks for his own welfare?
We are left to face this ruthless world.
What can be the purpose of this trip?

Why do parents bring their kids to life
if it is a lot of work and care?
Do they have them as a helping hand
or avenge themselves on others' deeds?

There must be a purpose for their act?
What can that obscure objective be?
If there is no end that can please man,
what can be the aim of parents' roles?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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