THE TRUTH WILL MAKE YOU FREE .
I need the hand that always knows the truth
to lift me up to where the facts are known.
Then, l behold the truth which future life
will show in coming heaven, but from now .

So great will be the man whose earthly life
is plain and clear as his life in the sky .
He will have peaceful life both now and then ,
and nothing will remorse his future mind .

The earth will change to heaven if man lives
the truth that will be known in future life .
In heaven man will live as his heart feels ,
the naked truth which afterlife reveals .

Man is built on the truth and none but it
will make him rest in peace with self and kin .
It will set straight the wrongs that defile life
and bring the charm of heaven to his earth.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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BOTH ARE PURE.
What can be purer than a child ?
He has a heart so clean and white .
The snow that covers mountain peaks
is senseless and is not as clean.

A man's heart is as pure and soft;
the weak and pure are perfect twins.
Their father is the love of life
and mother's gaining this dear gem.

The child cries loudly when in fear
and resorts to his mother's skirt.
The man, when afraid of near death,
refuges to his Lord's calm shrine.

Attacked, a child will shout and scowl
to show his might and his great wrath.
Insult a man and you will see
his shouting, anger, and his strength.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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BY FORCE, LIFE
Happy life is in my hand.
I can make it smile by force.
In my room no sun can shine
if the curtains are not drawn.

Days have taught me that this life
can't be treated with kind words.
Life destroys those who are kind
as its goal's man to annoy.

Life, my best days were when l
was so young and did not care
for your finger that would warn,
but l mocked your stupid glare.

At that time, l snatched what could
bring a smile to my glad mouth.
I'll do now what l did then,
mock you, life, despite your chain.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHO RULES THE UNIVERSE ?
Is it nature or a Lord so high ?
I prefer it to be a kind Lord.
Nature cannot feel ; it is mere laws ,
but the Lord will love and feel for man .

Nature will impose the hardest rules .
What is right in heartless way is done.
Man is not a rock, a tree or germs
that endure and have no tears to run.

Nature can't be lenient like a Dad
Who accepts insults to save His son.
He is ready to be hung on cross
and forgive those who gave Him the myrrh .

Who would like a robot as a mum
to endow the care that a child needs
with no real love nor tender heart
nor the soul that conveys moral needs ?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHERE MAN LIVES !
Where are we in this endless space ?
Where is the start ? Where is its end?
If our sun is so far off ,
and millions like it are strewn off ,
What can we guess about this space ?
Where are its depth and its extent ?

What can man be ? A creeping ant ?
I would love like that ant to be .
It may find itself in a field .
The field has limits it can see ,
and after all it has no mind ;
no more than that ants wish to find.

It is hard for man to look up
and see the space that extends far
with supposed east and supposed west ,
but none can know where they exist .
How much l pity you poor man
and wish you have the brain of ants .
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A POEM IS A PRAYER .
Good poetry, you are the voice
that moves the heart of that who writes.
His thoughts pass through his heart and float
on sheets of paper pure and white .

Bad thoughts are schemed inside the mind ,
which calculates the gain and loss.
They can't come near the heart as love
has made this site its lasting throne.

A poem that the heart indites
can't side with hands immersed in blood.
The heart is always soft and kind
and sides with feathers of its sort.

How great verse is when of pure source !
It flows to quench the burning thirst ,
and cleans the soiled mind of its dirt ,
a prayer inspired by the Lord.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MAN IS FASTER THAN THE STARS.
Where are you taking us, mysterious time ?
You have the slowest change compared in life .
You burn your heat and light that move in space,
and have a little change we scarcely trace.

We change so quickly not like your slow change
and move from state to state so fast and soon .
We are so fast and our speed destroys
the flesh we have and changes it to soil.

Just yesterday, a mammoth fell and died.
A ditch of snow brought it its instant death.
We found it frozen after such long time
that seems like yesterday to our eyes.

How are you moving stars, and how does man
Progress from state to state in such short time ?
Each man feels that he is the core of space.
Have pity on his heart and slow his race.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETRY AND NOBILITY
Poetry, are you a stupid voice
for a kind of love that men despise,
or the glory of the men who killed
lots of men for silly doubt in mind ?

Are you flowers that cast off their smell
though they flourish on a marsh of dirt?
Or a bird that sings a lovely tune
to enchant the happy and the strong ?

Are you just like that who sings to please
those who throw him pieces of carved bones?
Or are you a means that noble men
sing to know the world and make it known ?

Poetry, you are the hope for men
who endure the hardship of this world .
You aspire for what can give sense
or a target that makes life worthwhile.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETRY IS NOT A GAME.
Poetry is not a game
which fills parts of your free time.
It's a life that pours on men
if they are blessed by their God.

Poets live a state of spell
which transcends fhem far above,
filling their minds with wise scenes,
and their hearts with lots of love.

Poetry can never bring
gold or jewels to your safe.
Let ants garner winter stores.
Cicalas are on cloud nine.

Poems are the ropes of ray
that the Lord rains down on man
to remind him of Eden
and lift him to highest sky.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE CELESTIAL MIRTH
A poet not so pleased with men and ground
raised up his eyes and looked at distant skies.
He grasped a thought just like an angel white
that charmed his heart and brought him great delight.

The angel was so pure, a simple nun,
so clean of heart and far from worldly whims,
obsessed with what was good for tortured men
and eager to endow the touch of Christ.

He found himself so cleaned of worldly dirt
that stuck to him from gluey desert sweat.
He felt a shower of the morning dew
did wash away the squalor of his world.

He was so pleased with what he sensed above,
the purest longing and the deepest love
that carried him to profound, pleasant thoughts
without what fouls the earth and spoils its mirth.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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BUT WE HAVE TO LOOK !
Oh, bird of love, how sweet you are !
You make the world around you shine
with light that allures who are near
to look and fall in endless love.

No wonder that your lovely mate
will rush when she beholds your sight.
She runs to yield its kissing beak
to share with you that cordial touch.

Your eyes are shining like the stars,
your beak, the end of crescent moon,
Your hues have mixed the green with blue
to own the hearts of who see you.

You have the charm that touches us
to love the beauty of the world.
How can we get your lovely spell
if we don't look to love that view.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WOMEN AND MEN
Women, you are great and smart.
What is useful is your act.
While men practice sports, you cook
and you do the housework art.

Men, your work is for yourself.
No wonder. The strong are so.
Those who deem they are so soft
carry life, and none they do !

Your work is always so quiet.
Calm work has built all the world.
Drums, don't be so proud; you are
empty hollows and mere void.

Go on working, women, go.
On your heads the world will poise.
Without your hard work we are
confused world with lots of noise.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE STUPID AND THE WISE
Your heaven is the joy you live from now.
You live with perfect love and boundless joy
you can read in a notion from good rhyme
or action by a man you meet by chance.

Your heaven is the good heart that you have
which is the bliss of God, so full of love.
That love takes you to places few can reach
as people of this world have the wrong wish.

They wait for respect or a word of praise
to spread their feathers like peacocks when pleased.
That is the heaven of the stupid ****.
Perhaps it is expressed to jibe or mock.

The heaven of wise men, the endless sky,
that hides under a scene that reveals life,
might be great delight seen when a child eats
or joy when a babe sees his mother near.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MY POETRY
We live a moment of great cheer
and see the world dancing around.
Life gets the moon that reflects what
our heart, the sun, that gives its light.

What are you, verse, but just a voice
of rhythmic cadence in the heart
which comes spontaneously from there,
a song that chants what the heart bears?

The words are derived from its tune,
arranged by what the cadence yields,
recited to the tongue to say
what sort of state the heart abides.

With closed eyes we hear the tongue sings,
repeating what the tune dictates,
no change of words the tune allows
as verse can't accept altered sense.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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GLORIOUS LIFE
It's glorious to pass through the world
though there is death in its last scene.
Its start is great, the joyful child,
who lives a period of delight.

He grows up and he feels his mind
start to unfold the hidden wealth
that life conceals inside its time
and he starts diving in its depth.

One gets so famous for his rhyme
and lives with angels in their sky.
He enjoys life with rhyme and thoughts
and glides in heaven where he floats.

One finds in science various fields
with Einstein his fame will bloom,
while some are charmed by Napoleon.
All feel glad when their planes are flown.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE JEALOUS FROG
Men whose pride blinds their good taste
if they aren't always the best
are disliked by all the world
and they lose their kin and friends.

Frog, you can't compete with cows.
Stop your drink as your inside
will explode and end your life
while the cow will look and laugh.

Why don't you think that you are
amphibious and you can dive
while the cow cannot compete
though a big size all cows have?

Each in life can have his turn
and none can contest with him.
Men of pride, look for your turns
instead of your killing whim.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ABORTION  AGAIN !
Can mistakes be corrected by mistakes?
If yes, correct conception by forced birth.
What sort of fate you bring to that live cell
which is considered man in our world !

This little cell is now the start of man,
whose life is just a spark of little length.
Once started, he will come to his soon end,
but he can live a chance of building fame.

Can you appoint yourself in place of a judge
who ends a life that starts by complete chance?
What if this little cell is your dear friend,
or your own father who gave you your life?

He might be Spenser or one of those men
who wrote their names in gold of greatest worth.
Who has the right to smother those great flames
and send them dead before they see the earth?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CIVILIZATION
Civilization, you were built
with a hammer, pen, and sword
through the people who had will
to get married and to spawn.

Those great people built and fought,
but got nervous and too old.
Children left their homes and streets,
filling those of poorest lands.

They have come with greatest force,
but their pen is of poor ink
with a hammer and sharp sword
to demolish not to build.

Men of brilliant walls and spires,
can you have new babes to stand
to defend what you have built
or just hide under your quilt.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE STUPID MOUSE
A tiger cub was shy and dull.
A mouse assisted him to gain
the courage that all tigers owned
to get the name he should attain.

It taught him how to swim and climb
high mountains and to reach the peak,
to be so bold, to be so strong,
and when in hunger what to seek.

The tiger got so bold and strong
and held the post through what it taught.
He started to despise his friends,
and his foes with great fear were fraught.

One day, he was with hunger struck.
He looked around for what to eat.
No food was found to calm him down.
The mouse could form his piece of meat.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE MAUSOLEUM OF THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER
Napoleon, you have such a name
that books of life are so proud of .
Those who built that name died like rats .
No one can know their daring acts.

Where is the son who left his mum ?
She wept when she was left so far
from her dear son who went to die
to build the name of Bonaparte .

A man left his young wife and child.
The child did not know why his mum
profusely shed her blood red tears
as his dad did not beat or shout .

The leader proudly sat to write
his famous name on glorious maps ,
whereas the bodies of those rats
were thrown in pits of unknown men .
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

THE WAY OUT
We break our heads and think of life
to reach some verse we can indite.
It takes so much to sift this life.
Why don't we choose what has great worth?

This man is great, but what he writes
is just about some crap that can't
give good smell even if he tries
to give it values that it lacks.

There are great issues in the world
that concern you and break your heart.
Why don't you with the greatest minds
endeavour to find good ways out ?

Where are you, Thalia, of great verse ?
Why don't you tell us why and how
you want your poets to use rhyme
to pour on them your precious lines ?

We all live in a world so cruel
that never tries to show the way
to live with tranquil mind and heart ;
why don't we try to find ways out ?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOOKING FOR A TREASURE
Show me love and take my heart.
Beggar l am for true love.
It's the hope that l look for.
Far from it l can't survive.

People search for this great wealth
in the eyes of some cute girls.
I peruse and hope to find
my great wealth hidden somewhere.

Love is what my eager soul
hope to melt in to meet peace,
which l've looked for all my life,
valued treasure, hard to gain.

Lucky are those who don't care,
but l am in serious search.
Just one promise l can find,
my great Master, Jesus Christ.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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EACH HAS HIS PROBLEM.
"Ice-bergs start to move and thaw.
They will swallow sea-shore towns.
What shall we do? Life will get
hard for man to leave these sites.

"Carbon dioxide is high,
caused by cars and big machines.
Heat of summer gets so strong.
We can scarcely move or breathe.

"Trees are losing leaves and fruit.
Sunshine everywhere is hot.
Birds and cats are falling dead.
What can we do to stop that?

"Even my pampered rose shrub
loses power in its ***."
"Sorry, l can't help. My fridge,
street dust-bins, are getting bare."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MILTON AND PARADISE LOST
Milton, how can you depict
life in heaven in such sights,
rebels fighting for the throne
as on earth people have done ,

angels using arms and swords,
fighting armies of old friends,
satans beaten, but not killed
to endure what malice gains ?

God is mercy and we know
Christ's behaviour on the earth.
How can Christ be cruel up there
and forgive man on the cross ?

Milton, you have shown me God
In a way l don't expect.
Goodness does not need to fight.
Through its love it spreads its might.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ARE YOU A POET ?
Poet, you encourage war .
I wonder how you can do !
Do you know that your pen pours
gasoline on burning coal .

How can you send your sons there
to throw themselves in that fire ?
Why don't you go there yourself ?
Is that hell hot to endure ?

Poet, how can you admire
fire that consumes the flesh ?
Fire is made to feed sons
not to throw them out of reach.

Embers that your sons can't hold
burn their hands while yours are cool .
You behold the woes they feel
to uplift your selfish mood.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE  LIGHTHOUSE
People vary in this world.
Some can build a bright lighthouse,
and direct distracted ships
when the harbour's out of sight.

Some just look with envious eyes
and ask themselves,"Why don't l
build a lighthouse, and my name
shines like them and sees the light?"

When they see a new lighthouse,
they get mad and use their might,
not to help endangered ships,
but destroy the shining light.

People differ in their sight .
I accept and support that,
but l hate to see some eyes
hope to destroy what is bright.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETIC  LICENCE
Verse, you have your rhythmic beats,
that oblige all those who write
to ignore a little rule,
poetic licence to have .

Lots l read  to bards laureate,
and discover some mistakes.
Can we strip them of their crowns ,
or just look at their great lines ?

I have taken them as guides
who can direct my shy pen ,
and l try to see their flame
that can light my obscure way .

Verse, you are the brilliant thoughts
that can shed light on dark lanes .
You can kindle tapered wax
that reveals insights on earth .
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHY ALL THAT RUSH ?
We know, dear spring, that you come every year,
but each year, you come riding that fast steed.
Why don't you think of those who always wait
for your advent and slow down your rush speed ?

We wait for you but with fear of your flight,
and bring the fodder that your steed loves most.
It does not care for food, but it's just proud
that none can race with it in such blind haste.

What can we do but accept and keep quiet.
Both, steed and you, seem hasty and don't care
about those who would love to stay with you
though once you show up, you turn us your rear.

Why are you rush and careless of fond hearts?
Do you consider us like your own trees?
We aren't as heartless as the earth and crags,
and never survive as some trees can live.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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OLD MEMORIES
Old days, you passed and went so far.
The further you depart, the more
I miss your smell that was inside
the roses that our garden bloomed.

I miss the light the full moon cast
through the vine trellis that allowed
the lunar tender light to pass
through clustered grapes and scattered leaves.

I still recall when we sat there,
and watched the stars to see whose light
was brighter than their sisters gleam
and wondered why they were so bright.

One said they were of bigger size.
Another said they loved us more.
I thought but did not tell the rest
to ripen our still sour grapes.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHY DO I WRITE ?
Perhaps, you ask, "Why do you write ?
Is it not just to build a name?"
It is in part for that clear aim ,
but truth and love have their great charm .

I tend to say the honest word ,
but people hate to hear the truth .
The truth is always for the heart
and worthless words are for the tongue .

I find in my pen and my sheet
the only friends who love the truth .
My tongue feels free to break the chain
imposed on by a crafty brain .

I love the truth when it joins hands
with some love that can blunt its blade .
The two endow what we all need
to get the joy and life they plead .
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HE LEFT EMPTY-HANDED.
A wise man once had got so rich,
and gathered tanks of gold at home.
He asked his sisters once a year
to rub the gold and find the sum.

He was respected by all men
as he helped all who had a need.
He spent on people quite a lot
despite all that his gold increased.

The city and the countryside
respected him for his great wealth.
He did his best to gain their love,
but gold moved their hearts and their breath.

He wrote in his will ere he died
to make two holes in his coffin,
and stretch out his hands one each side
to show he left with nothing in.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE CROWN OF BOLDNESS
Life is not a dream of nonsense,
you can see just in your sleep.
Life is real ; ask who have won
greatest places in war fields.

Life for some men is a venture ;
they do all that can be done.
They with tranquil heart will wait for
what the consequence can gain.

Life gives great respect for all those
who reveal courage and force,
scorn for those who crave for sure ends
if those ends are low and mean.

Boldness is my aim and purpose
as it has the glorious crown.
Once you wear it, you die just once,
if bare headed, lots of times.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE  REAL  ****
I love the good, but those who are so bad
I love much more. They have endured the worst.
Those who are good have lived in perfect style
while those who are rejected live with dust.

They have ten fingers and ten toes like us
and inhale their bad smell that their flesh casts.
They know their dirt but must eat our food,
so the feel shy as we hate their bad stink.

No man accepts himself if he's real ****,
but they submit as they have no outlet.
The real **** are those who think they are
the purest gold while they are real dirt.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HE BEGS FOR MORE.
A bomb exploded just beside.
A man lost one eye but could see
a boy was crying as his arm
had just a cut, but cried with fear.

The man went straight to help the child
and left himself with none to aid.
He cared for him while his eye bled,
but he ignored his blood and pain.

A girl saw him and was surprised.
"He has a little cut," she said.
"while you have lost your bleeding eye.
Why don't you try to save yourself?"

"In him, l see a little boy,
who relishes his start of life.
He loves its taste and begs for more.
His tears provoke my heart to cry."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOVE  RULES  LIFE .
Thorns of fields, you can unnerve my frightened mind
for a while but then you weary my calm soul
whose strong love is wildly rampant and can't wait
as the love of souls can't live under control.

Man has not been asked if he would come to earth.
That's a proof that life is full of glorious gifts.
Man's heart is a copy of the Artist's heart
which is flaming with warm love whose heat is strong.

Earthly love, no force can stop your sailing boat
whose unfolded sails drift you to that long line,
where the endless skies meet our land to join
great, divine love with that of little men.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE PRECIOUS DAWN
I'm glad that life at last began to smile
as all the time it went against my will.
Then it sent me a spark to paint my thoughts
in verse and have my fame the world to fill.

I got so pleased my life was not in vain
and fame began to gleam and give me hope.
I worked so hard ; l was so pleased l found
what gave my soul a dawn to clear my scope.

The fields and sights were there, but it was dark.
The spark could light the fields by shining dawn.
At last, l knew that joy was always there,
but waiting for the spark to make it known.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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AN ACT THAT MEANS A LOT
What made you, faithful dog, run inside?
You would spend in the park all your day.
Tongues of flame shouted loud ; what drove you
to leave joy and rush in that hot way.

You deemed your dear old friend was inside
and escaped through the men who were there.
No one could get to you as the flames
were so fierce and the place void of air.

You went in and searched for your dear man,
but you did not find him in the house.
Getting out was stopped by spears of flame
and escape from that hell had no chance.

You stayed there, black and charred but your name
would stay bright in the mind of that man.
He would tell your short tale of true love ;
it might help who are dubbed quite human.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MAN  CAN  BE  GREAT.
The Lord has made man strong with mind to build his name
through acts that need a lot of thoughts, hard work, and will.
His passage can't be soft as few can build what stays
like statues on hard rocks whose sight the world can fill.

Each man should share this race that starts when he is born.
You close your eyes ; you're free, but this fast race goes on.
A lot are not prepared ; that is for their bad luck,
but once you join the race, your deeds can life adorn.

You shed a lot of sweat or it can be your blood,
but you feel every drop will water your own cause
that can embroider life and place a stitch that builds
great canvas man's mind wrought ; it all his power draws.

That picture gets the Lord to look and like man's deeds.
He deems, "My sons are great. They follow my footsteps.
I've wrought the world and life ; they're doing all their best,
so l'm so glad that they are fond of my concepts."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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I  ENVY  THEM.
I reflect how people can in life neglect
serious matters that they face on their own ways,
matters that can fluctuate their mood and mirth
and can change their joy from darkness to bright rays.

They may ponder what they eat or where they go,
if their organs can have *** or they get frail,
but they don't reflect on what will happen when
they get old or where their soul will set its sail.

I'm not speaking about faith for its own sake.
I'm just thinking how faith can give mirth to man.
After living for sometime like human beings,
can we turn to senseless earth with all our clan?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HAVE WE THOUGHT ABOUT IT ?
Parents, do you know what you have done ?
You have brought a person to the world.
He has his own feelings and his fear,
and his path will end up in the ground.

Life contains the frowning and the glad.
That depends on parents and their pith.
You can make him love the gifts of life
or the afterlife with all its wealth.

Can those who depend on earth give proof
that the world is such a nice place,
or prepare a proof the afterlife
can't endow him all the precious bliss ?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WEAKNESS AND LOVE
Danger, you can change the words a tongue
would be glad to say  about a man.
You may force a mother to deny
whom she held in womb, her dearest son.

Jesus knew that Peter would recant,
yet He asked him thrice if he loved Him.
Then He made him shepherd of His flock,
giving him the key of his own realm.

Love is what He wants a man to feel,
and not what he says in state of fear.
Who can say the truth when danger comes,
but who's dear will stay forever dear.

That endows me comfort, my dear Lord.
I'm so certain of my love to you.
Just You, no one else, are my dear God.
I'm like Peter whose love is so true.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THEY ARE WAITED FOR.
He walked with pride that filled his eyes and face
as if he challenged all the passers-by.
I looked at him ; he stirred my pride and wrath.
I thought that l should such a man defy.

By chance, my eyes went down and saw  his shoes.
They could remind me of those of my son.
I smiled with love and prayed long life to him
as that last thought anon my heart had won.

This man is like my son and that girl's dear
as they have people who are their own kin.
I love them all, and they are close to me
as all share me my care and worried brain.

Like me, they have some worried people there,
waiting to hear their keys and coming sound.
How can l wish them but a safe return
as homes are waiting for their coming round ?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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FAITH AND CIVILIZATION
I kindly ask the people who might ken :
why do we come to earth if life will end
and take us to a grave so grim and dark,
no hope for rebirth on the better land ?

What are you, life, if he who builds a name
like that the man who built the Sphinx has shown
if in a jiffy he departs with death
that covers him with earth where he is thrown ?

Can such a man have courage to build what
the ancient Greeks and Romans could construct
when they lived in the guardianship of gods
who gave them hope of some rewards to get.

People of Europe, where are your great men
who built your land and made you rule the world?
Have they gone with their faith and left their kids
to argue trivial thoughts of success void ?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE START OF ETERNAL LIFE
You go through life and gather lots of deeds
whose details you can see with lots of pride,
but time is like a sieve that drops the trash,
and keeps your deeds quite safe in your old mind.

You see your deeds and their effects on those
who were with you, but some have left the world.
You miss those people and think of past facts,
exaggerated if they were not good.

Then you begin old age when inner life
is full of active force with idle flesh.
Here, you will start your heaven or your hell
as you are caught in conscience' hooks and mesh.

What is the start of heaven, but a voice
that takes you up to join the goodness' soul?
Your heart and mind will fly in cloudless sky,
where no black clouds that can your calm life spoil.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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RESURRECTION AND THE HOLY GHOST
How can a man suppose himself so strong
if it's wellknown that death will end his road ?
Though he wore the two horns, and built strong fame,
the skull will make the scythe sharp like a sword.

No one escapes that end. Where will man go ?
Is it from earth to earth as some would say ?
Is there no hope for people to escape
the worry of that end and its dim way ?

I'm stunned how those who'd just denied Him could
become so strong and preach His own belief ?
It was the sudden power which they'd got
through resurrection, and the Ghost of Life .

A miracle took place and Jesus rose.
That shook their fear and gave them lots of trust
that Christ was living despite His hard cross
to give the life that will forever last.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THAT'S WHY CHRIST CAME.
He left His upper home and came to earth
as He saw people lost, immersed in pain.
He came to show them how a man can free
himself from pain, and highest joy attain.

Man lives great life when he lives through his soul,
which never dies and his joy can restore.
God gave that joy to Adam and his Eve
and told them by pure life they could secure.

That life was shown when God washed His men's feet
although He knew that Passion was so near.
He said the liege is he who serves the group
and takes them out of pain as they are dear.

He loved and gave, but never took for self.
His precious meed was seeing men appeased.
No agony could wreck His noble soul
when He beheld the souls of men were pleased.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOVE THROUGH PITY
Nothing else but deepest love
burns so warmly in my heart.
I love people of all kinds,
Young and old, too dumb or smart.

Love is kindled in my heart,
aflame by the heat of grief
for what people endure through
this harsh and most horrid life.

What can man do in his life
except racing with swift time,
thinking that a little fame
helps him highest peaks to climb?

He runs fast from birth to death,
saving money, writing verse ;
then so quickly disappears
in a grave, his final house.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHY DON'T YOU HELP, MIND?
Mind of man, you are so great
when you give what can be read
by a brother mind that needs
little help to go ahead.

You are great when you give men
what they need to know the truth,
scattered in the cosmic space
and no mind can grasp its worth.

When you write what with great ease
baffled minds can understand.
They catch one end of the thread,
mighty motion to great land.

Dearest mind, you spend long time,
thinking of what you would write.
Is a puzzle better than
knowledge that gives great delight?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH,
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SADNESS IS CONTAGIOUS.
I feel so scared of anguish and harsh pain
that man goes through after illegal joy.
He feels so pleased by what he takes from her;
she loves and yields him what can her destroy.

He takes her heart from her and something more.
She deems she can protect her heart with him.
He takes her beauty and finds it so sweet,
but does not save her heart; he throws it grim.

Her life has changed and scales of chagrin veil
her eyes, and all her house that live bad time.
All that has kindled in his heart a voice
and bells of blaming sound have played their chime.

He starts to live and feel profound remorse
to pay the price of joy that he's received.
Her state of sadness wakes up his dull heart
and gets her bleakness in his heart conceived.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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