SWEET MOTHERS
She works all day and joins her dawn with night
for something that can't be so clear to sight.
Her work is non-stop like the clever bee
from meals, to clothes, to cleaning and then tea.

All these are done while being kind to her spouse,
who answers her from his revered repose.
He has worked ******* his high-polished verse,
that who can disturb him will get his curse.

His wife is caring for her angry son;
his pencil broke and his pen was stolen.
She listens with great patience and with love;
his kicks inside her womb are still alive.

Great women , one of you is Jesus' mum.
She felt the same like mums from cross to womb.
Her Son has chosen her and not a man
to be the mum of heights as no man can.
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LOVE IS ONE.
Love, you are one, but seem in various ways
like that which brings a man to his dear girl,
or mothers to their kids, and Christ to us,
and you are pure and clean in all your forms.

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

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

So pure is she to him that he can't deem
it proper to dress her chaste face in red.
He gets near her with well anointed hands
to make her feel she gets much more sublime.
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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.
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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 .
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WHERE CAN I FIND SUCH A LIFE?
I feel so lonely when l'm far from You,
a fish that gasps to see the river's depth
to stop for long nearby some stony ground
to kiss an algal spot for food and breath.

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

Where can l find the love that sates my soul,
but in Your words that wash away my grief.
You give my soul a rush of joy so fresh
which gives me all the hope that grants me life.
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MY LORD, I SEEK YOUR WORLD.
Don't leave me quite alone in this obscure, big fight.
I am too small and weak, and depend on Your right.
The path l walk is long and has a narrow gate,
but those who can get through will live the happy fate.

The way that eyes can see and hands can touch and feel
we can get through with ease as it has great appeal.
It's also full of what can give man what he likes
not like Your way, my Lord, which is so full of spikes.

My Lord, l have a heart that seeks the happy end
and likes the endless sky; to peaks l would ascend.
The pleasure that will pass can never touch my heart.
I seek the endless love that blooms under Your sight.

My Lord, l leave the world and choose Your happy way,
where there is no dark nights, but there my life is day,
and nothing can disturb the tranquil heart and sight.
It is the life of verse when verse brings pure delight.
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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 GENTLE AND THE WICKED

The kind and gentle have no place
As wicked people have great might.
Good manners teach us to love peace
While wicked people opt to fight.

Good heart and love ask men to be
So gentle with all and so kind,
But nowadays wild beasts get free
And loving people go behind.

There is a proverb they apply,
"If you aren't wolves, wolves will eat you."
You can't be kind and cause to cry,
So we shed tears for what they do.

I am so grieved by what l see.
The gentle are getting extinct
While wicked men live with great glee,
Enjoying their hearts of hard flint.
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NO TEARS ARE WASTED.
Where are the men who know the weak can feel?
They don't behold their eyes how they appeal.
Their look will go up straight to highest skies
where angels see their woes and hear their cries.

The tears they shed are not consumed in vain.
They wet the ground, and that small seed sustain.
The seed will grow to be a tree so strong
to hang lscariot and correct the wrong.

Their sighs are heard by Christ Who lives in heart.
He gives the weak the patience which He felt.
The sky of hope will disclose all its mirth
and pour it in their souls as gleeful faith.

How nice is life when eyes of souls can see
the way where joy gives strength to make us free
from care and fear as mighty hands give us
the calmness that we need to live in peace.
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CHRISTMAS
In Your creche, l find Your target
of the love the world would neglect.
People live in their high tower
and the Lord's in His stone bower.

People are pleased with their gaining
through corruption and misdealing.
Power of the flesh is haughty
and it builds on boasts and cruelty.

Lord, on hay and in your cradle
like a lamb, You are so feeble
Lying meekly in a manner
when observed, the mighty cower.

In Your mildness, there is glory
telling us Your greatness' story.
It reveals and shows Your purpose:
the sublime love's found in weakness.
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GOD'S  ALTRUISM
God is gentle, God is mercy.
Love for Him has not a limit.
He considers us His children.
If you are a father, fancy.

He is kinder than all creatures.
Tears were twinkling as Jesus showed
when some people died or suffered
and He does when children still do.

He directs the hands and feelings,
getting sad when we don't listen.
He resorts to tender mothers,
asking for gentle assistance.

Man imagines parents' conduct
is much softer than God's kindness,
but He does not care for all that
as His aim is love among us.
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THE SECRET OF CONFESSION
How light man feels when he is free from sin !
He deems he has obtained strong wings to fly.
He gains these wings when he gets rid of guilt
and finds himself quite fit to fly so high.

Where is your disgust with what life may bring
and that hot skewer of your self-remorse?
They all disperse when sins have disappeared
with all the torture which has filled your course.

How nice life gets when free from fearful thoughts !
You feel you've got at large and want to run,
to talk with people, all and embrace them
as they have changed their scowls to cheerful fun.
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LOVE TO AVOID REGRET.
You can feel a soft touch fill your heart
when you have profound love for all men.
Never think of their deeds that hurt you.
Days wipe them and show you your old grudge.

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

Look at dawn that's fought with the night's hue
and appears a soft view of red light.
Never deem that it is rather cold;
in a jiff it becomes a dark night.
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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.
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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.
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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.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

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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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 MOST PRECIOUS JEWEL
When one gets older, he becomes quite skilled,
but life inclines to be about to end.
This is the precious while of all one's life.
He should distil each drop of this dense sap.

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

A lot of guests have passed along this life,
but few can know how bats of life are trapped.
Those  have got famous in the books we read.
The rest have turned to earth on which we tread.
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BY GOD OR NATURE?
There is somthing inside man urging for love.
Does it start just by itself or that great Hand?
Do the poems that we read indite themselves
or the hands of poets build in them their rhymes?

Do the oceans and the seas, with lives in them
happen by sheer chance or made by skillful Hands?
Rocks and sand can't have been made just by themselves
as there is a sort of beauty in their art.

Creatures walking on the earth, male and female,
have the greatest love to those which pull their sight.
In this way, they have newborns to save their kinds
and keep them in constant state to stay alive.

I imagine that the Lord has placed in us
the emotions that we have as nature can't
make those feelings as its work depends on laws,
but the Lord depends on love as He is Love.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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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 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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THAT'S WHAT YOU DO.

You are my spring with its soft breeze
That takes me long to stroll and breathe,
And feel that life floats on with ease
While you my fond heart cool and soothe.

You are a field of prime jasmine
Where l so slowly love to walk.
The smell you waft is my heart's kin
Whose fragrance dew my skin will soak.

No one but you can give such love,
Which grants the heart long lease of life.
You're pure and charming like a dove
That no love we give is enough.

All that will happen when we stroll
Together in a crowded street
In summer and when sweat can boil
All people who hate summer heat.

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LOVE TOUCHES EVERYTHING.
I feel that love is spread round me
in every object l can see.
I see it in the trees around.
I feel it in the table wood.

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

I saw the table when my friends
sat round it and outstretched their hands.
They ate with love that in me crept
to make the table permanent.
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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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WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE CHILDREN ?
Children, why do parents bring you here,
to this world of trouble and headache?
Is it for the pleasure that they meet
when a male and female share one bed?

One finds himself stumbling in the world.
Care and fear fill his disturbing life.
He looks for someone to soothe his end,
and bring him a smile to his old age.

Those who have their needs and untold wealth
are so often engaged in their jobs,
crowding their income or seeking joy,
giving no attention to a child.

Man is selfish; hardships taught him that.
Some have children to build their own boon.
Some are zealous for their creed or faith,
but few for sheer love of that poor kid.
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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.
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GIFTS AND WORK
You exist in life to cope with
certain duties which can differ
among men who get their talents
from the Lord Who rules all creatures.

Talents are endowed to people.
They are distinguished in measures.
When you use your utmost talents,
you will relish greatest pleasure.

Great is life when you get lofty
on the throne you've built to tower
high above what people can do
but do not forget your Giver.
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THE MEANINGS OF CHRISTMAS
Most sublime Lord, You changed the world
from fearful hell to land of mirth.
You found it was so hard for man
to love his God through sightless faith.

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

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

He saw us poor, afraid not sure.
He gave us hope and dressed us crowns.
He showed us how to !ive and grow
from slaves to be His real sons.
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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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WHAT IS YOUR PRIORITY?
Where can you find what gives you peace
that makes your life so full of mirth?
Can it be *** that ends so fast,
and then you have to clean your filth?

Or is it money that gives you
the chance to buy all what you like?
But you can't have a tranquil heart
as death will sever you from luck.

Perhaps, you think high posts and fame
can make you sure your name will stay.
How can you feel you have all that
when you are changed into some clay?

But you can enjoy all of them
if you have faith in Jesus Christ.
Your talents are achieved so well,
and life on land is highly pricced.
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THE TWO MUST BE GREAT.
A person comes to life not of his will,
but forced by parents who entangle him.
Where is man's choice if from the start not asked,
but finds himself among his parents' hands?

This is his dawn and so is his dark set.
He may refuse to share in that weird trip.
Where is his freedom if from start to end
is pulled and pushed no hand he has in it?

I feel that God and parents can assure
the journey will suit man's frail flesh and soul.
The Lord and parents won't compel poor man
If his worlds are not fit and meet his choice.

He comes by force; his life must be so great.
Those who bring him must have all well prepared?
He's born on earth where home is well installed
and heaven is the throne of his great Lord.
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THE BABY, THE MOTHER, AND CHRIST
Look at that fast sleeping child and deem
if his smiles divulge his soft dream.
He appears so glad and satisfied
as his worried mum is at his side.

If she leaves him for a second, he
fills the place with cries, a sort of plea,
urging her to hold him close to her;
that's what makes him calm and of joy sure.

Who is mum in this tremendous world,
but a little and a hopeless child,
who regards the world a fearful place,
where no certainty can give a glimpse?

Eyes of tender love are found in You
when You cured the blind and gave a clue,
showing us that death was not the end,
but a step for us to you ascend.
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EPIPHANY
The Son came to the earth and approached Saint John
two millennia ago, but it seems like now.
God the Father announced He is His sole son
and the Ghost like a Dove showed the three in one.

We live that great event and recall that scene
and we know that the Lord is modest and meek.
He came from His high sky to a man like us
and asked him to baptise the God of all men.

Nothing can match the sight when Who raised the dead
came to John to ask him to give Him that rite.
When the Lord showed Himself as a humble man,
He gave proof that He is the Lord of the sky.

He made us, and He loves all the people all.
That is why He came here to save whom He loves.
All of us are the sheep of the Good Shepherd;
He cares for all of us as we are His herd.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CHRIST'S  HAND
I was frail and my eyes full of tears,
and l turned my red eyes from the land.
He looked down at my soul, my raised eyes
and came down, stretching forth His strong hand.

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

Life was what He could give my poor soul.
It fulfilled all my dreams of delight.
I found hope and the rest that l lacked,
clear and pure to my eyes and my heart.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DO YOU ENJOY LIFE?
Go and eat your cake; the gallows lies in wait.
Can you feel the sweet its sugar will create
or your mind is in what will happen to greet
your most frightened neck that hates to live this trick?

Can the span on earth endow you what is worth
to endure what comes, the scary death and gloom?
What can life be with all its joy and nice days,
but that piece of cake ere your gallows you take?

I dislike the joy that life offers to cloy
the penurious men that to live they would yearn.
Keep your cake, cruel time_ its sweetness is like slime
and assure man's soul it lives to  no control.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WOMEN
A splendid place a woman has
inside my heart and in my soul.
You are the mother, daughter, wife.
You are who weaves us winter's wool.

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

No honest man can see in you
his pastime as you are his mum.
He loves you and gives you his heart;
the wife and crown of his dear home.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MINDS AND LAWS
Are you the cause of peace or great revolts?
You are endowed to men at different rates.
Some have sharp ones that can invent and rule,
while others scarcely have the brain of a mule.

Fast years elapse and some get great and rich,
while others hardly have the food they wish.
In time, the brothers will be rich and poor,
and some drive cars, while some sleep on the floor.

Revolts adjust the pay, but minds again
can find the tricks to have illegal gain.
Life moves in constant rises and fair rules,
but in the end, the clever mind controls.

Is time since Cain and Abel nice and fair?
Do men live equal lives when they compare?
The men who have the sharpest minds excel,
while others will remain the back and tail.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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FORCED, SO IT MUST BE GOOD.
When l think of how we come to life
I become quite sure life must be sweet.
No one has been asked before he's born
if he wants to come to this hard world.

Compare between self and Jesus Christ.
Have you sacrificed a thing for man?
Jesus gave His blood and suffered much.
Can this Man force you for what is hard?

God gives us a soul that will not fall
in the grave and face any decay.
It remains afloat in its Eden
with the saints and parents you adore.

You won't miss a human who is dear,
but you live with him in endless sky.
Can there be a life better than this?
All this is performed with Jesus Christ.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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BEAUTY AND TIME
I live great love that simmers in my heart.
It aches sometimes as it becomes too hot
as beauty changes fast just like a rose
that prides itself on what so soon it throws.

You are created thus to gain deep love.
Who can see such a rose and does not crave
to smell its perfume when a breeze drifts past,
all except time that speeds to sweep it fast?

In heart, you live for long but not in bloom.
Do you exist fast time to bring man gloom?
All beauty has a charm, we love a lot.
This charm is felt much more when it is short.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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?
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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