PRAY IN ACTS AND WORDS.
Christ prayed in deeds when He His Father served,
and in words to ask for His private needs.
He is the Lord Who showed us how to pray
to earn the gifts His most high Father gives.

He came to glorify His Father's name
through that most painful way, and on the cross.
In words, He asked His Father in the sky
to shun the pain, then said, "Your will be done."

His Father in the sky looked at His deeds,
and found in them the prayers that He wished
as He'd sent Him to glorify His name
and all that in obedience was fulfilled.

Each one of us has got a task to do.
This is the prayer that we have to pray.
We may ask for some help; then, we use words.
What counts is our task , not what we say.
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HE LEFT HIS PORCH.
I used to look and find him in his porch,
but now, l look and he is far from there.
Where has he gone? They say that he has died.
What does that mean? For me that's quite obscure.

Is he alike with that small lamb he had
and played with when they were both young and cute?
The lamb became a ram, and then he slew
and ate it with his friends, no sense of guilt.

Or is he like a bird the hunters shoot
for no good reason but to have a change.
They **** that bird for fun, or showing skill
and not because they bear it any grudge.

What are you, life and death? Why do we live?
Aren't these two questions worth thinking about,
or just like that poor lamb and little bird,
we live till death arrives and takes us out?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHEAT AND WEEDS
I imagine that there are some folks
who may have the spirit that destroys
what is good because they can't produce
Luscious fruit but litter is their crops.

Vicious weeds, who may expect from you
useful wheat which people love to eat.
You can't give what's good that people like,
so you try to wreck what few can bring.

Gourmets won't deem weeds as their own food.
They will always seek succulent crops.
Man can't live on ******* envy yields
though he fears that envy's ***** tongue.
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LOVE LEADS TO FAITH.
God is mighty. He has made
all the universe and man.
Endless power, none can match.
All are little in His hands.

And His love for man's immense
as He gave him His own form,
same outlook His son had had,
which can show His love for man.

God the Father is a soul,
but His Son has flesh and bones;
Christ is God but can be seen
and He shares Him His own Soul.

Man can't love Whom He ignores.
First, he saw his mighty Lord,
and he loved Him much, so much
as His mien can be adored.

Then He died in flesh to save
man from his most painful sins.
When he sees His love is great,
man will know that God is love.
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THE CONTEST

Man is destined for a goal,
Hard to reach but can install
His  name in the book of life
With those famous for their strife.

He begins an empty page.
Thoughts in his mind seethe and rage.
Looks he casts on those great men
Who could paint a splendid scene.

Lots of people lived with them,
Came and left with no small claim.
Nothing could they leave to show,
How they lived, what they could know.

Man is born to start a race
Which he should so boldly face.
Its reward is just to write
His name in the book of light.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE BEE AND THE SCORPION
Life has taught me that the snake
which can **** for love of sin
is well treated by all folks
more than bees that feed all men.

Cold wind, you make people hide
and keep their trash piled at home.
Breeze of spring, you let them out,
throwing litter to cause harm.

Scorpion, fearful is your sting.
It's the cause that drive all men
to give you their great respect
so that your harm they can shun.

Scorpion, men have learnt from you
to despise the harmless bee,
and to brandish their worst mien
to make folks bend them a knee.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WAS THAT FAIR?
A little bird looked at a hawk
whose high respect filled all the sky.
She liked the power that he showed
and hoped to have the force he owned.

The hawk could do all what he liked.
He killed small birds and had good time.
He had *** far from his own nest
where by his wife he'd not be chased.

The little bird stayed near her house.
She saw a male bird near to her.
She had an ******* with him
not for enjoyment but morale.

Her male saw her and got enraged,
and he at once divorced his wife.
She thought that those who were not strong.
Should keep away from what was wrong.
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WHERE ARE THOSE DAYS ?

Went and passed, but still in mind,
Days that showed us life is sweet.
Cares my parents loved to stand
To see joy in us complete.

Days look like a charming nymph
With long hair, sitting on shore,
Combing black hair with triumph.
She attracts; none can restore.

Where are we from that great charm
That makes all life appear void,
Like the days of that past dream
That no hard toil can afford ?

Cares were placed in mum's fond hands.
Nothing can bring back to me.
Where are your tales and your lands ?
I recall, but l can't see.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HE IS EVERYWHERE.
We find that absolution was
so easy at the time of Christ.
Whoever went to Him and begged
salvation got all his demands.

But Christ is now with us as well.
He is with those who seek their loaves
and scarcely can obtain their bread
He's in their hearts and suffer more.

Endeavour to encounter Him.
You find Him crying through their eyes.
Ask Him forgiveness for your sins,
for leaving those who need your hands.

He looks at you with some clear blame
that does not have a touch of wrath.
He tells you that forgiveness is
as it was then but feed their mouths.
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THE SPIRIT OF CREATION AND NEGATION
Our Lord has clearly shown us two main groups
as there are two chief powers in the world:
that which constructs, and that which will destroy.
We have to choose which side we belong to.

There is the side which builds as He has built
the universe and made its stars and moons.
The other side will strike a rock with rocks
and **** the dinosaurs and what was near.

There are the hands that stab and deform life,
that begin wars and **** a lot of men,
and hands that cure the eyes and raise the dead.
They stop the wars and build long peace instead.

There are some people who choose ***** gold.
They can't pass through the narrow needle's eye,
and rich men who help the ill and the old,
not for securing heaven but for love.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE GOLDEN MISTAKE
Saint Peter, you are dear and grand.
I'm pleased because you have denied
the Lord and wept the hottest tears
as you could not that mistake bear.

But you believed in Jesus' love
that it would not blame but forgive.
You came back with much stronger zest
and showed more love than all the rest.

I was so hopeless when l, too,
through sin l behaved just like you.
Only your faith could give me hope
to dry my tears and my faults drop.
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TIME, THE FAST THIEF

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

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

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

Girl of twenty, don't wait long.
Run and find your hidden mate
ere that thief can outrun you
and it gets for you too late.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHY DON'T WE?

Glowing warmth shines in my heart;
God gives me that warmth to live.
It shows me how life is bright
When we live to take and give.

I find lots of things you have.
I see them just in few words
That make tranquil hearts strive
To read more from your soft hands.

Few words from you make me dance;
I have such words that make you
Dance like me and soar with bliss.
How rich is this life we view!

Life is full of love so pure,
Clean and blessed and makes you laugh;
Live that joy that can endure,
And enjoy your happy life.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PRAY TO A LIVING GOD.
You want to pray?
When by mere chance, you meet a man
who truly wants an urgent help.
So gently try to know his needs
and solve his problem till you see
his grimace is changed to a smile.

When you get home, retrace your deed,
recall his smile and feel so glad.
Right after that, the Lord in him,
and Who exists in every heart,
will touch your feelings and give you
the blessing of the living God.
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HOW CAN I HATE ?
You've filled my heart with love; how can l hate ?
You've blessed who pierced Your heart and brought Your fate.
What should l do with that who said a word
that made me feel so small among the crowd ?

The love You give my heart is so refined;
the wine You gave the bride was of rare kind.
Your love that lives in me has made me drunk.
Intoxicated, l look up and thank.

Who can make such great wine, or brew such love
that lift a man so high to dwell above
except Who'd lived above and came to show
how men can live great joy when Him they know ?
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THE PALSIED CHILD
A child fell down beside and looked upward at me.
He had a covered eye that had some surgery.
He looked so scared as if to ask, "Have l done wrong?"
He had a palsied face and defects from his birth.

He was about three years, quite thin and with no charm,
but fear was so apparent on his childish face.
I smiled, looked down and said some reassuring words.
He went on with his frown as if he knew his life.

His mother came, and l went on along my way.
For him, l felt so sad and had a sharp heartbreak.
The strongest people feel not sure how to face life.
What will he do? I asked myself with tearful eyes.
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PRICELESS PURITY
How can people be so hostile,
nurse old grudges and be quite vile?
How can they live with no calmness
life endows with the pure goodness?

Don't they feel their sins are like hands,
Pressing on their necks with waxed cords?
Sins will colour all their inside
with the hue that man can't abide.

Man can endure thirst and hunger,
poverty, defeat and anger,
but how man can bear his foul soul;
this to mind l never can call.
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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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MAN'S  FIRST  ENEMY

Like bees, they sting and then they die ;
Men know their fate but can't pass by.
A man stings too, then by remorse
Is killed and destroyed with his force.

What drives a man to this sharp pain ?
It can't be but a sordid bane
That burns his heart and his morale
And thrusts him to drown in his bile.

By instinct, man to life adheres
Despite his pain and loathsome years.
What forces man to use his sting
Though death lurks near to cheer and sing ?

He fears his death but still fears more
To lose his pride that he lives for.
He deems that his pride should come first
Or sides with death when it is lost.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MEN AND BOOKS

He was my dearest friend.
He went to such a land
Where transport could not wend,
Yet he remained in mind.

He came in dream to me
And asked me what l did.
He wanted just to see
What ways l loved to tread.

I got up and went straight
To see the books he'd used.
I saw books of his date,
By which he was amused.

Those dear reminders stayed
While he had left my eyes.
They got aged and quite greyed,
But did not taste demise.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

DREAMS
A dream arrives with all its might
to form its shape like clouds in heights.
Of potent looks it might appear
to fill man's heart with joy or fear.

What are you, dreams? Who gives you forms
inside the minds that trust in you?
Is it the king of luck who weaves
your strange events with mystic yarn?

His wand is long and goes so far
to connect people with the stars,
from which he brings good scenes or bad,
that indicate what will occur.

They wake up from their sleep and think
of what moves them from dales to peaks
according to what they've received;
they are disturbed, or highly pleased.
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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 ROUTE TO JOY

The Lord of love, the Lord of peace
Had wished to show the joy of grace,
And how we can achieve this joy
Where men existed to annoy.

He came to us not rich but poor
No place to live He slept outdoor.
The Lord Who possessed all the world
Had no place to lay down His head.

He cured the blind for no return
And fed the crowds on distant plane.
He raised the dead and pleased the hearts
And filled the regions with delights.

That did not please some men to see;
To **** Him they could all agree.
They pierced His limbs, and put on cross
While those who flogged, He gave His bliss.

To that on right, He said, "We will
Enjoy the life where the blessed dwell.
This is the way to feel delight :
Believe and you will please your heart."

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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A NEW BORN BABE'S SUPPLICATION
A two day old girl raised her half closed eyes
to say a prayer of a tearful heart,
"I've seen my mother, but where is the man
whom l will call my dad to welcome me?"

Her crying mother said , "He's gone with her;
that woman took him from you and your mum.
He does not care for you, his new born babe
but cares for that young witch of charming eyes."

"My Lord l'm still too young and need dad's hands.
I curse that woman if l have the voice
that You can hear as You have special love
for those young babes who can't defend themselves.

"Soft handed nurse, l see that woman here.
She's come to stab my mum and silence me.
Please save my mother as l need her milk,
and her deep love to **** from her dear *******."
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GOD  OR  MAN ?

To whom shall l give ear, to God or man ?
I want to flesh and soul great joy to plan.
We have just one short life; none wants to waste,
But lives in full and gets what is the best.

How can l hark to man who works for self
To gain himself a throne that lasts long life
And neglect what l can clearly behold
The deeds of God that led Him to His rood ?

Those deeds were done for me; that was so clear,
Which makes them send a voice l clearly hear ;
It moves in me a call l can't neglect
As it has on my heart a great effect.

It affects me to seek what can me soothe
And dress my heart with silk so soft and smooth
To satiate the deep love l have in heart
That nothing can requite except one light.

That light can soothe my heart to go up high
And from there l can live the life in sky
Where love is deep and pure and has no stint,
So no man can it teach but the Lord's feat.

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HE LEFT HIS SHIRT.
Though young, she had a heart so warm,
and missed those arms that carried her.
She is just four, too young to think,
but has a heart as soft as fur.

She saw her father's shirt on hook.
She missed his odour and his gifts.
She plunged her head between its sleeves,
and blamed his voyage without her.

She did not know where he had gone
as she was too young for such trips,
but urged her mother that they should
go after him as life got void.

Her mother cried but did not say
his land was far; she did not want
to grieve her daughter, so she said,
" He left his shirt; he would come soon."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE WHITE CLOUD
White cloud, your glorious dew is bliss for all,
may our Lord give you the breeze you wish.
You float above the people who await
your matchless shade to give the cool they need.

What can those people do, but pray for you
to stay in your best shape and cheerful form?
You spray the drops of rain that quench their thirst
and feed their buds to bloom and dress their fields.

When you appear from far above the sea,
all sing and dance to welcome such a guest
whose gifts are springs of love and send their dew
which is rare perfume sweet for us and dear.

White cloud, the eyes are up waiting for you.
They search and pray that your shape will appear.
You are the springs of love that we need most
to get the perfumed dew whose smell brings cheer.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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TORTURES ONE CAN'T ESCAPE
My Lord, l want to be quite clean, and live
my precious life with laughter pure and loud
and not to shun the men, and be alone
weighing my sins that rack my heart and mind.

My Lord, please save my heart from evil acts
that l may do unconscious of their woe.
These acts return to burden me with guilt
I cannot bear as they have fearful weight.

When l would like to read a precious book,
I hate to feel my sins sharing my look.
I read but useless; nothing l absorb
as my sins can picpocket all my gain.

So wide's the world of sin, and l fear all.
They make me like a slave, fully controlled.
They torture me while others are so pleased.
I leave them to their joy and live my gall.
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THE LOUD CALL
In my heart, l hear a call
which insists on me to trail
certain passion deep and strong
flowing sweetly in my veins.

That emotion started when
I was young, in my late teen.
Then l thought it was for girls
and their eyes with their blond curls.

Time then folded years but still
ancient sounds inside me squeal
for a kind of love so strange
which no change can it derange.

God's the Start and Love itself,
Who created man and life.
None can satiate what l crave
for except the Source of Love.
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THE FRUITFUL TRUTH
Where is the truth all fruitful minds will seek
and they feel glad when its white cloud prevails
to fill the sky with what can supply land
to quench its thirst and give what fruit entails ?

Where is the truth that expels gloomy clouds
whose vapour comes from minds of selfish aims ?
It brings their lofty lands all what they need,
but houses of low lands it harms and maims.

I love the truth that can suit you and me
and brings you laughter ere the smile l get.
Then your high land with mine will have their fruit,
and we both have the great life we expect.
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WHO IS POETRY FOR?
Poetry is just for that
who writes it to know himself.
He gets indulged in his life
and perceives its gold from wastes.

It's essential to conceive
what is right from what is wrong.
He indites it in a way
that reveals his inner thoughts.

If his poems have appeal
Publication can give help.
People enjoy what he writes
and its succour gives them light.

Life's great secrets are so deep,
and its beauty charms the mind,
but one should know how to live
so that he can see those sights.
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THE TRUTH AND MAN'S VALUE
He stands so high and not afraid of his viewpoint.
The truth for him appears so dear, a precious stone.
He writes not fearing that his words will make him small
if he describes the others' verse as charming lines.

He looks so proud not fearing thoughts that bloom with facts.
The truth can give his face a tint of splendid shade.
He'll get a mind quite clear of all red-hot remorse,
not fearing that his praise will make him as a dwarf.

Full truth, you dress him in the cuirass of old knights
who fought to get bright justice placed on highest spires.
That may cost him the highest price or may strip him
of valued fame, but still the truth is worth his while.
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LOVE, THE ONLY CURE

We are on earth subject to cruelest harm
And live among the teeth of luck and health.
We work so hard in mines and on a farm
To supply honest living and small wealth.

Tell me about a man without much care,
Or lives with smiles on face coming from heart.
Who does not say if he were strong or fair
Or had a greater wealth that brings delight?

We work like slaves between the huge mill stones,
And seek a narrow path to shun blind death.
All work is done but none the flesh atones
As nothing can cure from fast time and death.

From work to toil, from age to death we move,
Aspiring to what worried hearts will soothe.
Nothing can save but deepest care and love,
That all life's gloom a merry dress can clothe.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DESPAIR AND RETRIEVED HOPE
He came to us the Saviour and the Son
of that great  Lord, the Father in the sky.
He planted mighty hope that grew so fast,
but He left it and went, like other men.

That hope soon turned to grief and great despair.
His mother cried her Son, His men their Lord.
She beat her fear and stood beside the cross
but what could that bring her, but stifling throes.

Where was that Lord Who came to save mankind?
He broke His mother's and His poor men's hearts.
They placed Him in a grave; they were in tears.
Where were you, hope, to build heaven on land?

But Jesus has been raised and revived hope.
His mother has become the mum of all,
and those who followed Him the greatest saints.
Their joy has filled their world and our own.
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THE MOTHER AND HER CHILD
My little child, l love you much.
I cannot live without your touch.
I am the soil; you are the plant.
Your roots are inside my fond heart.

I want you, dear, to grow so high,
to kiss the clouds to reach the sky.
I give you all the sap to grow
though l am staying down below.

I feel so glad when l look up,
but sight can't help me to that top,
where your sweet eyes look down at me,
but those loved eyes l cannot see.

Go up; don't care for me, my dear.
Your roots are still recalled so near.
When l miss you, l ask my heart
to hug your roots and calm my sight.
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I NEED YOUR HELP !
I ask if you do know, poets of great renown,
what gist this life can have, and what for people live.
We move from day to day; the change is just the date.
We look at time and say we are as always late.

We feel that life must have a meaning but we are
too lazy and too dumb to find its sense and depth.
I fear that time will pass while l'm still quite distraught.
Please, days, slow down till l can find my hidden wealth.

There must be something tucked somewhere but l need help.
Who can give me a hand to set my mind at rest?
Then l don't care if days are slower or the same
as l have found what l have reckoned my tucked aim.
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CHRIST, THE REDEEMER
The men around You are immersed in guilt.
This one has killed a neighbour, and that one
has robbed a house and caused the man to die,
and leave a wife with girls to beg their meals.

The killer and the thief begin to see
the blood they've shed appears in their insight.
They see inside their souls the blood they've shed
and live a state of sharp and deep regret.

You pity them and take the sins they have
to bear the blame for things You haven't done.
You walk the way of Passion and the cross
to have the men quite freed from their remorse.
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Please read parts 1+2 of: THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !
Part 3_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !

A friend of mine told her the truth,
And she was too clean to accept.
She threw me out with all my wealth,
And tears all my dreams quickly swept.

The house was locked, the wealth was left,
And we both lived poor and apart.
All my dreams in my heart were kept,
And with sad heart, they would depart.

She left me and sailed on wide sea.
I could find her but had no face.
All my hope got her eyes to see
Ere l dwelt in my final house.

I lived with dreams and thus would die
Wrapped in the tears l could not shun.
I built great hope that turned to sigh,
Caused by my daughter and that man.

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 ?
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SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY

Valentine, l raise my hands,
Praying with you for lock bonds
That joins each man with his girl
Whose love makes his heart swirl.

Love gives life its proper sense;
Single people live wild mess:
Men are lost with stupid thoughts,
And girls' hearts are in hotpots.

Both think that love is mere ***:
Inner feeling to relax.
They don't deem that love is more,
Mighty Power to live for.

Man gives flesh and God the breath,
Which makes couples share in birth.
Each two blend in heart and soul
As so sacred is their role.

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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."
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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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A STONE IN THE WALL
What's the gain when you defeat a man,
or can prove you are the better one?
Lots of people live on this wide land.
Now, you are supreme; will it last long?

Don't care who is better or much worse.
Care for doing what you think can show
something of the truth which when you see,
you will say that's what l'm proud to be.

You will put a stone in that high wall
which when others see, they'll gain a lot.
They will see the gist that shows how life
can be better for mankind to live.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHAT WAS IT ?

I wandered near the sea and looked
At what could calm my nerves and mind.
The sea was calm, the skyline great,
But my lost aim l could not find.

The sea could mean a lot to me
With its low waves and endless view,
But on that day, l could not see
The beauty lain in waves or hue.

I found no reason for my mood.
Nothing was wrong; the day was bright.
All around me was nice and good
But could not make me feel all right.

My heart was missing something odd
Which l felt deeply in my heart.
I could not meet it in this world
Or even just imagine what.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THAT'S WHAT I SEEK.

I seek the state of serene world
That gives the calmness which l want.
It is the site of holy mood,
Where l get pure in that clean font.

I shun a word that can cause you
A wound in your most tender soul.
That word on my tears has a due
That makes me cry before you gall.

We're born to live heaven on earth.
If not, it can be scorching hell.
Both earned by acts of love or wrath
That with joy or gloom can us fill.

Nothing but heaven is man's goal
That each discerns in his own way.
My heaven is when l see all
Live this short life so glad and gay.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE POEM I LIKE

Don't tell me l should wreck my head
To guess a private unknown thought
Which none knows what it can intend
Not even the man who it wrote.

If you would like to quench my thirsty heart,
Give me a thought my mind conceives.
It has a charm that can my mind delight
And my fond heart at once receives.

How great if you can give that thought a form
That flows with ease and rhythmic beat
That makes my heart and mind live your strong storm
If rhyme your cadence can complete.

When language flows like water in a stream
And joins hands with clear sense that me can please,
The poem can give me the softest dream
That will inside my heart flow in with ease.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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.
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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HOW CAN I KNOW YOUR WILL?
You are my aim to live a tranquil life.
Please, be the voice that tells me if l'm right.
I look inside my heart expecting sights
that tell me if l'm right in what l do.

Where areYou, Lord? I've been in search for you,
forgetting my own ways and seeking yours.
Why don't you give me just a touch that shows
I'm right or wrong in what l search or do?

I'm not so strong but l'm true and sincere.
I implore you to use Your hinting ways.
I need to know your will to walk that way
as what you want from us is good for all.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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