A SMILING DAWN
The early morn exhales its breeze;
the sun is peeping from its bed.
Its sleepy face is like a child
who starts to raise its covered head.

I smile and welcome its soft look
that is so eager to greet me
as l with all the trees nearby
are such old friends dawn likes to see.

The rising face feels quite secure
as he sees those familiar crowds.
He sends his rays so nice and warm
and throws the blanket of white clouds.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE ?

Suppose you were in place of Christ, what would you do ?
Would you do what they want, and they would let you go,
Or would you lose your life on cross to gain the bliss
As death would come so soon and save your soul from miss ?

Jesus was sure of that as He was God in soul,
And He had such strong will and complete self control,
But He aspired to show all men the way to life
As if they choose the flesh, they will have endless grief.

That remorse comes to them from inside of their heart
As they betray the Lord Whose love's no end or start.
They gnash their teeth and cry and find no reason why
They've made a grave mistake they'll recall till they die.

The Lord will forgive them as He forgave His foes.
He loves His foes and friends as He them lives bestows.
How can the great God hate those whom He gave their lives ?
And He wants them to love as He Himself them loves.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HAS HE ACHIEVED HIS JOB?
The evening comes and man lays down his head
on that soft cushion, but his eyes can't sleep.
He thinks of what he did during that day,
and if his work could his intent achieve.

That time may come again, and he can see
what was correct and wrong and he adjusts.
But what about the time that occurs once,
and no correction can his fault amend?

Each man is born with his own unique mind
and thinks that what he has is best of all.
He chooses his free way to build his boat
that should be strong enough to reach that isle.

He works so hard but his life is too short;
just like a wink of eye, it flies away.
His night abruptly comes; he tests his boat
if it can reach the isle, and sail that way.
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WILL VERSE GIVE US LIFE?
What can we expect from this short life,
which is like a dream whose sense is vague?
We scarcely lie down when we wake up
quite amazed at what all that has been.

I've been serious and have used my time
among piles of books that gives me lots.
Most talented was my genius friend,
Father Denis, who taught me best verse.

He endowed me all what man would need
and did not depart till he got sure
that l would be as good as he wished
in a world where success is too hard.

I've continued in my serious way,
spending lots of time among my books.
I have written lots of verse and hope
it will give my teacher and me life.
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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 LOYAL FAMILY
An unlucky bird had broken
one of its uplifting organs.
It became so sad to live on
land and lose its flying journeys.

Its most loyal mate lived with it
in the middle of a forest
where they built their nest in bushes
and had some chicks which they brought up.

One day hunters saw the female
up a tree and they intended
to discharge a killing bullet,
but the male in front ran faster.

It was shot but saved the upper
bird and was content for its act.
Its relaxed face sent a message,
"I'm so glad to have this fortune."
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THE TWO HALVES

I love what joins and brings two near
And makes them live in closest sphere.
I love *** as it joins two souls
And makes them one that love installs.

How great is *** when it joins two
And gives them deep love nice and true,
Not for a period, but for life
And even in the afterlife.

Each completes what the other lacks,
And both reach highest secure ranks
Where they feel complete by themselves
And nothing lacks for which man strives.

Each forms a half whose heart much yearns
To quench its thirst whose heat it burns
Till he encounters his lost half,
Leaves all and finds that half's enough.

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I TRUST YOU, CHRIST.
Between Your hands l place my trust and life.
I see how much You love my begging heart.
I feel myself too weak and see in you
the mum whom the child sees can the world fight.

I did what l forgot of previous acts,
which have no place in my now disturbed mind
to see that You have built on those past deeds
the precious consequence which now l find.

My Lord, my Christ, l will not fear mistakes
as what l think wrong acts Your hand will use
to build on them what l can never think
You will confer my house the greatest bliss.
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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.
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I FEEL MYSELF A STRANGER.
Some people think that *** is just like food.
They eat a sandwich here and there a cake.
All cats and dogs in nature get surprised
as *** for them brings kittens and their pups.

If one gets pregnant, they feel shocked and sad.
*** is for pleasure not for having kids.
They feel deep shame on parents and the girl
if their dirt gives its smell and gets quite clear.

A person with clean underpants is dumb.
He is not bright enough to sin and hide.
I feel myself a stranger in this world,
where *** is shame if it leads to a child.
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THE  MIND

We don't know if the mind
Is a bliss or a curse.
Through this gift, one can find
Man's great gain and his loss.

Man can build, reach the moon,
But his end is a gloom.
He works hard, but dies soon
As each start has its doom.

Birds move round and are glad,
Eat and drink, soar the sky.
In great joy they are clad
As no care makes them cry.

Soothsayer, keep your mouth
Fully closed, and don't say.
Let man's ignorance soothe
The strong plight of that day.

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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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LOVE IS THE PROOF.
If this life has got an end,
it's a crime to have a child.
Life's not sure and full of care
and quite crammed with pain and doubt.

How can man enjoy good times
if he soon will disappear
in a place no one will like
so his life is in great fear.

What is love if it can't last
till forever from the past.
It's mere pain that none can stand,
so no one will risk to start.

Love's the proof that afterlife
is quite certain as the Lord
is the endless love that joins
life on earth with that above.
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WHERE ARE THOSE PAST BELIEVERS?
I'm so hurt to see some Christians
are like those who mock my belief,
or conceited nonbelievers
seeking manias for strange conducts.

Christian faith could make old kingdoms
create their most splendid progress,
changing Europe to great countries
that could shine the torch of knowledge.

Where are we now from those people?
Europe's striding quickly backwards,
weakened by the gays that made it
countries of the old and white-haired.

Can those gays have their own children
and supply those who lift their banners?
Or they'll have them from the strangers
who will be their future rulers?
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APPRECIATION
Blooming flower, what's your choice
which bestirs your heart to live?
It's the butterfly that roams
all the fields and lands on me.

It has seen the flowers all
which are noble in their hues
and possess most charming scents;
once approached, no one can leave.

They have winked to it invite.
It's perceived their lures and smells.
It's neglected their warm calls,
choosing what its heart adores.

You've implored your Lord for rain,
which endows your green and red
purest colours which you need
to receive what gives you worth.
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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.
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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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ONE WORD OF TRUE DESIRE
On His right, the thief was hopeless,
but his faith in Christ was perfect.
He was stunned when earthquakes happened
and the clouds poured down their buckets.

He repented his corruption,
and he said, "My Lord forgive me
and accept me in Your heaven.
You're the Lord, Whom l believe in."

Jesus said, "You'll have your comfort
in the upper land of calmness.
Passion showed your good behaviour.
Your desire cleans your evil."

Having shown your full intention
to be one of my believers
is enough for your acquital
and accepting your repentance.
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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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INNER LIFE, PEACE AND TRUST
No one would like to be that man
who at his old age he would say,
"If l could repeat my past life,
I would behave in different way."

Each man has skills, which are strong points
that if he's reared and applied well,
they will lead him to reconcile
his inner life with supreme joy.

He'll have a tranquil mind that says
it is so happy with his deeds.
They've given him the great results
that he'd repeat if he came back.

He feels so glad and quite at peace
and nothing can his great joy cease.
His mind has given him the best
that fills his heart with love and trust.
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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 ?
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THE CHOICE
Your hands can gather quite a lot of gold,
but does your heart accept what you have robbed?
Your clever muse can write a lot of verse
but don't you fear it's effect on the crowd?

Your thoughts can bring some embers from deep hell
and paint their pictures to some eager eyes,
but that would spoil their pure hearts and their souls
and bring you blame for such most serious crimes.

It's easy to cheat those who trust your skills
and are so quickly lost in your dark maze
but when they wake up from their nasty dreams,
they hate you more than you can recognize.

I'd love to be so poor, and beg my food
and lose my money and my precious fame,
but have a tranquil mind that hasn't hurt
or pushed someone towards the pit of flame.
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LOVE IS NOT AN EXCUSE.

I've made your soul; l won't leave you.
If l leave you, you will be dead.
Your face will lose its lovely hue
If your morale can't go ahead.

What if you stand with your own child
Unable just to defend him!
What if your wife cannot abide
Your weakness that goes past the rim!

Love is not just a good refuge,
You practice when you cannot act.
Jesus could withstand whips and grudge
To show His love through His great might.

Christ always knocks the door of soul
To show you that He is in sight.
He does not force you Him to call
But when you call, He comes to fight.

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THE ONLY HOPE
I sat at my own desk feeling great fear
of earthly life and where it would lead to.
I found nothing was sure about this life
which was an empty road towards a copse.

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

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

I walked towards that spot led by a bird
which was snow white and filled me with delight.
That bird could sing a song that was so strong
and had a tuneful sound that fit my mind.
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THE EARS OF WHEAT

I wonder how man can accept
To write about a trivial thought.
He even calls it a precept
While it is minus than mere naught.

A poet has an aim to give,
A notion that can open eyes,
Not what he only can conceive
A clever thought he does appraise.

Wise men forever think they need
More knowledge as they are too small,
For better learning ask and plead
As learning has no end at all.

The empty wheat ear lifts its head
As it is light and contains none.
The fruitful one's heavy as lead;
It bows under its heavy crown.

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BRAVE THOUGH WEAK
When l see a weak man say what he believes,
I admire his strong will and trust in self.
He displays how man can be so brave though frail
and you love his being bold although too weak.

Christ could say the complete truth to dreadful foes,
and He knew that what He said would lead to death.
I surmise that He is Christ and can do all,
but l see the Christ in lots of His dear men.

Who can taste the sublime truth and then return
to accept what secure life can always give?
Man who knows how Jesus felt can never be
mean again to avoid fear or instant death.
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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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THE COY LITTLE GIRL
Come to me my little beauty;
coyness has increased my passion
for the gifts that God would endow
to those who are puerile hearted.

It is found in little children
and those who are saintly chosen
who are pleased with all their actions
as their land is turned to heaven.

Little child, you bring back to me
early time that was so precious
when ambition was for chocolate
and the tender kiss of mother.

This is how the Lord creates us,
pure and white so full of calmness.
Why do we neglect what's peaceful
and resort to what can burn us?
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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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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."
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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?
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WHOSE MISTAKE?
My eyes have asked a lttle boy
who wept silently by a wall
why he is hiding secret tears
that let those he loves see his grief?

They kindly ask about the cause
and give him some consoling words.
He'll feel all right, and it will pass
with smiles that give the sweet repose.

His eyes rejoin, it's his mistake.
His marks at school are bad and those
he loves expect the best from him.
His hardest work give no rejoice.

He works so hard, not to be proud,
but please those dear who are around.
He loves them  much and want them glad
when they perceive their son is grand.
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WHAT IS THE AIM?
Great is man if he can find his aim in life
ere the foot of fate can tread on his live heart
and can secure what may give a tranquil smile
since he has embraced his hope before he dies.

It's not easy to discern why we were born.
Can it be an act of chance with no intent?
Why did people look for creeds from ancient times
to perceive what gave them faith for such a trip?

It's a drama, but the actors have sharp minds
which enforce them to reflect and find its gist.
If this journey is a whim of **** two,
it will be a crime to have a child on earth.

Who enjoys this aimless life if it's a way
to a grave that waits for all who come and leave?
How can one enjoy a meter of this road
if the end will be the grave and horrid smell?
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THE ****** JOURNEY

We said we have about a month
To have New Year's Eve and its hearth.
That day has come and it has passed
And buds of March are coming fast.

How much l fear you, New Year's Eve,
A cold reminder how years leave.
Though people with old age proceed,
They beat their drum and blow their reed.

Has madness touched them in the mind,
Or fate of man gets them quite blind?
I don't know why they dance and cheer
For getting older though one year.

How strange are sheep when they are led
To slaughterhouse on truck of dread.
They think they take them on a trip;
They don't know that their blood will drip.

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HAVE YOU GOT AN ANSWER?
We need something in this cruel world
that makes us feel a sort of rest.
Where can we find it in our lives?
We are all lost and seek a trace.

The way that leads to cool our blood
that scalds our hearts and wears our veins
is found in drinks to soothe and calm
and cheer the hearts with drizzling rain.

I envy those whose blood is cold
and rules the fears the world evokes.
Where can their blood bring calmness from?
Tell me, l'll not forget my debt.

Can they be sure of what will come?
Don't they abhor the coming grave?
Will they depart just like a cat?
No loving Father will they meet?
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THE MAN WHO REALLY LOVES MANKIND
We hear that man strives hard to attain faith
to gain an easy mind and tranquil time,
but as the second life is out of sight,
You made it certain through Your divine acts.

Man sees Your work on earth and gets quite sure
that Your unseen next life is wholly true.
Your miracles on earth from then till now
show that You are the Son of the great One.

You sent the Holy Spirit to Your men
and changed them from scared lambs to men of deeds.
He showed them when to act or to refrain
as He does up till now when we are scared.

I hear His whisper clearly in my ears
and His assuring words when things are hard.
He is the Love between You and Your Dad,
and He's Your Love mid man's flesh and his soul.

You cure what surgeons find hopeless to touch;
You use Your holy men to do what man
sees and returns to God when their acts help.
No one has loved mankind as You have done.
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CAN YOU RETORT?
How can you think of your food,
of your work and what you do
when you know there is an end
that will place you in a tomb?

No matter how long you live.
Long or short, there is an end.
This condition stays for long,
the forever and a day.

People live under this cloud,
which endows their sky black hue.
How can they forget their tombs,
and enjoy a bud that blooms?
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MAN AND LIFE

Nothing can make me hate
Human beings in this world.
Lots of mess, small and great,
On their heads is seen hurled.

Man is poor in his life;
Greatest care spoils his joy.
For his luck, he should strife;
Some cruel men it destroy.

He fears germs; he fears death
For himself and those dear.
He fears luck and its wrath
That disturb who are near.

He wants those whom he loves
To live joy and true smile.
He neglects self and craves
To bring them best lifestyle.

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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.
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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.
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IS IT POSSIBLE?
What do some people think of coming death?
Is it a complete void and piles of bones
that are laid under earth to shun the fate
of being eaten by some hungry dogs?

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

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

Do people of good hearts and those of ill
face just the same results, not fearing hell?
Do those who sympathize and those who wound
lie under the same turf with equal end?
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WHAT DO I WANT ?
I don't know what l really want.
I want a state and not a thing.
I want to be a man whose time
is full of work to reach good sense.

I want a state in which l feel
myself a man who can give help
to lift those dear from puzzling loss
to hear their laughter and their cheers .

I feel that life is taking us
through space inside a closed capsule
that goes so deep inside vague space,
that has no end with routine view.

The empty space has got a maze
that has no paths but just sheer void.
Where is the capsule taking us
is what l want to know or guess .
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LUCK OR BEAUTY ?
She was so ugly, with a forlorn look;
she looked at her reflection with a shock.
She accused her vile mirror of deceit.
Then she believed it and lost all self trust.

She went to see a sorceress whose fame
had filled the region where she used to live.
She prescribed her a herb that grew so far.
She went to have that plant to please her heart.

The way was rough, and she came to a land.
Their queen had died and they would give the throne
to that lass who would pass their bereft state,
and had an ugly face like their late queen.

She sat on her new throne and thanked her luck
that gave her such a look to be a queen.
If she'd been charming like her neighbours' girl,
She'd have had such a spouse so rough and mean.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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TOO PRECIOUS TO BE LOST
What has occurred to those who follow You?
They're at a complete loss in their hard world.
We look at those who live where the sun sets.
They are enchanted by science and wealth.

We look at where you wanted to be born.
They have got very few, too weak to speak.
Their number can be counted on one hand
and they are leaving their homes and their land.

When l look at your book and how You lived,
I find You loved all men and died for them.
The love You taught us and led to Your cross
is mixed in our heads with puzzled thoughts.

Your love was like a jewel Your hands cut.
You'd made it from the earth and changed to rock.
I fear this matchless jewel will be lost
as it's so rare that nothing can compare.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DUTY AND LOVE
It's valiant when a mum faces her death
to see her babe quite safe cooing his thanks.
It's gallant when a man risks his own life
to save his son from being burnt alive.

What can we say when one defends a child
quite helpless in the hands of *** assault.
He knows that he may not escape quite safe,
but he would give his life as sacrifice.

I would bow down and kiss the feet of that
who can't see hopeless people stand alone.
Their distress makes him leave his urgent work
and help them till their smile finds its way back.

What shall l say about the Person Who
has come to save His foes before His friends?
He stood up for their cause, driven by love
till He was on the cross wept by His mum.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MYSELF FIRST
I reflect why brothers always look with eyes
of abhorrence at their kin though they all have
been engendered in one home by parents shared,
and they spent the greatest time under one roof.

People having the same post always compete;
teachers, lawyers always fight to reach the peak.
Children also see that post which always winks,
and the children read that wink and strive to it.

Selfishness, you are the jewel that all men
keep aspiring to attain ere they gain love.
Let me get my self-esteem, then what is left
I will remember my brothers as a gift.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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YOUR WORD CAN BE MY GUIDE.
I am not writing just to gain.
the honour that l have the brain
that can indite some rhythmic lines
that you will like and praise my name.

I know you have the head that thinks.
You go along the way l pass.
It's full of hardships and complaints.
Just look at your most recent lines.

I like to join your aims with mine
and read a word from your smart mind.
You are supposed to have some thoughts.
I will be pleased if lots are wise.

I don't compete with you to chant
what can produce a better lay.
I look at what you write to find
what makes me have a content heart.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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LORD, GRANT ME YOUR HOLY SPIRIT.
I move from day to day; my thoughts enlarge.
My days increase, approaching my old age.
I feel that hope gets smaller than before.
I need Your Holy Ghost to learn Your lore.

You say the truth will make the humans free.
I need Your freedom, Lord; it gives me glee.
You are the Lord of life, Who controls death.
You resurrected, filling us with mirth.

I want to live Your joy, but l'm quite lost.
Please grant me Your great Soul, the Holy Ghost.
He shows me all the truth which makes me live
the joyful life when Your lore l conceive.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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