JESUS' THOUGHTS ON THE CROSS
I feel my sheep's deep grief more than my pain.
Their hearts are bleeding though they don't complain.
Their gloom has dressed their faces with despair.
My cross brings them a plight too big to bear.

Three days in tomb, but then l will rise up
and tint their gloomy hearts with hues of hope.
Delighted they will be and filled with faith
as l can overcome the might of death.

They'll live a kind of thrill so new to them
as thorns of mighty death can cause no harm.
When they discern that l from death revive,
they will forget all grief and joy receive.

So clear the life to come will be to them,
and yields them all the bliss that man can dream.
They'll live at rest from fear of horrid death;
what beatitude can be of equal mirth.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE HOME PARADISE
A woman, dear to me, l knew for long.
She was so kind to all the old and young.
She loved Eve's kids, a Saint Teresa's role.
Her love was gold. She gave it to the world.

Her husband was alike, Saint Joseph's care.
He could not see a face dressed in the blues.
His gifts could submerge all with floods of glee
as they were lavish, and he knew man's soul.

Their house was full of friends from all the world.
They loved the two whose honey was so sweet
and filled the hive they called their cosy home,
Utopia on the earth, and Eden park.

They quit the earth to live on that high ground,
but left the house that wept the bees of gold.
The honey got so scarce, the scourge of time,
and calling guests would seek where they had gone.
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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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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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Part 2_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !

I had a girl, but did not want
To give her what they'd given me.
I kept her far from all my dirt.
At boarding schools, l set her free.

I missed her much but was afraid
My ***** hands would bring her shame
As shameful acts by touch could spread
And burn her heart with my own flame.

I saw myself through her so pure
And bequeathed her my house and wealth,
Which high class men would soon allure,
And we'd live pure life ere my death.

The sun of joy began to fill
My rainy sky, which had been dark.
I hoped with cheer that my life chill
Would for once show that rainbow arc.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS?
What can this trip be for a man?
Is it an act life can't repeat?
By chance you came. How can those two
who brought you here bring you again?

You're on the earth, a passer-by.
What is the purpose of being here?
Can you delay your little stay?
What is the force that takes away?

Men come and go from where to where
and feel they have to achieve works
that leave a trace or they depart
as if they have not come and left.

What is this life if all the crowd
arrive and leave with no hope found?
Are we to pass and disappear
where no eyes see or ear can hear?
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SELFISHNESS
I'm sorry for the west to have
this rapid fall into its death.
It had great nations which could rule
the world from furthest east to west.

They were the leaders who could build
the knowledge that advanced the world.
They gave inventions that could stun
the nations of dark ignorance.

All that is caused because their men
have wished to have the *** they need
without protection to their girls
who need safe homes to live and breed.

Corruption has replaced deep faith.
Their people are in full decrease.
Their youths are coming from abroad
to bring with them Europe's downfall.
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WHO CAN DO THAT?
You changed the fate of vanquished men
who were afraid of lots of things.
They lived with You and saw Your signs,
which no man could ever have done.

Their faith was that You were the Son,
but they would ask, "Could He be killed?"
They were bewildered for three days
when You were in the grave wrapped dead.

Your men were scared. They lost their guide.
They did not know what they should do.
The Lord whose words led all their acts
was dead and they were orphaned kids.

What could abruptly bring them pluck
to make them heroes, organized
and move ahead just as before.
If it's rebirth, Who must You be?
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SENSE OF GUILT
Sense of guilt, how can you be
so unfair when you dispense
your hot embers to the hearts
as to some the share is scarce ?

Some can steal, and some can ****
with a cheerful face and heart
when their acts have passed unseen,
and no one has found their hilt

whereas some feel deep remorse
for defending their own rights,
and they cause someone to weep,
which induces sleepless nights.
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THE HAPPY JOURNEY
It is luck to be created,
to be born as a new creature.
You come to this world from nothing
where you're treated like a pupil.

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

You would like to stick to this world,
but a better one is starting.
You will go to your Creator,
where eternal life is waiting.
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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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MAN ON EARTH
What is man but a chick that moves
so scared among the fiercest cats
whose hunger makes them seek a chance
to pierce their teeth in his thin throat.

He has no power save his heart
that looks for help from distant skies
which give him all means to escape
and change his squeaks to vultures' cries.

From that far sky he sees his hope
that comes from those most lovely stars
that twinkle like the saintly eyes
which send him power and supplies.

The Lord appears among the clouds
to tell him that He is so near
and ask him not to fear his foes
as man to his Lord is so dear.
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THE  ROLLER  COASTER
Struggling from the start to end
in a roller coaster ride,
you can't stir from right to left
as the world is flying fast.

Sometimes, you go up and high,
thinking you will reach the sky,
but alas,you find yourself
falling down with sinking heart.

What can you do, but just wait
till your turn comes to its end?
You get off while comers, on,
leaving coaster whirling round.

Despite ups and downs, you feel
you can cheer, or you can wail,
thanking Who placed you on earth
or just cursing plunge and death.
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WHERE IS FORGIVENESS?
My Lord, l'd sinned with her, and l confessed.
How can l know that she cofessed her sin?
I secured that l'd washed my dirt and gained
forgiveness but she did not wash her filth.

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

How can l think of self and forget her?
Can l attain the buoy and let her drown?
Regret can't be obtained through selfish steps.
Have pity on her first and then on me.
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AN ATTRACTIVE WOMAN
A man loves meekness in a woman's eyes.
Their mildness has the turn of strongest pull.
They flow without permission into hearts.
So lucky is the man who gains their glow.

How much he loves the beauty of a girl
who enfolds charm that dwells in her coy face.
He looks at her with fire that ignites
his deep desire to hold and to embrace.

Her calm appeal incites his heart to feel
she can be his dear wife and he her mate.
He would like such a girl to share his life
here on the earth and even there above.
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JESUS' LOVE TO MANKIND
You are so soft and full of deep concern.
You can do all, destroy or build the world.
You built it, and then shaped Adam and Eve,
in perfect form and loved them like your kids.

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

You showed mankind the love that none's revealed.
You've built a bridge that leads man to Eden.
When l behold your face inside my being,
I strum my harp to play the angels' song.
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HOW I PRAY
When l pray, l want to feel the thoughts
that l say are what the Lord would hear.
Words should come directly from my heart,
where God lives and knows all that l feel.

I request the pleas that give me rest
that transport my soul to obscure joy.
I perceive that l have gained something
which l fear to lose, so l conceal.

When l go to work, l feel so light.
I can fly like birds though my job's hard.
I conceive l have a wealth so vast
though my jacket's old and full of darns.
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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 ?
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THE STUMP OF A TREE
Short stump of that tall tree, you touch my heart.
You were a tree so high and full of leaves.
My parents saw you when they passed you by
and went to their own house when they lived near.

You saw them and you blessed them with a look
so full of love and tender feelings to
two living persons from a living plant
that knew the place where they would go to dwell.

You went with them where no one knows but you.
Do you see them in your new home up there?
If you do, please tell them l miss them much,
and your remainder flames my love anew.
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WHAT SHALL I DO?
Man on earth should some deeds perform
when it is his land and his home.
Flesh is born to do what the soul
can instal in it as its goal.

It must be an act of value
which can give a man a new hue,
that not so many can depict.
Few for such a task are quite fit.

Jesus showed us ways of great joy
that no fear can ever destroy.
What shall l endow whom l love
to be sure they love what l give.
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TIME AND TIMELESSNESS
I'm surprised why people worry
concerning what life will send them.
Can they change the ways of problems,
bringing home what can be lucky?

What surprises is the future.
Get out of the turning planets,
you will find the stable present,
but no years can your mind puzzle.

That can show your greatness, present,
great on earth and great in heaven.
On the earth, you give the value
of events which man can witness.

But in heaven, you are constant,
where no one can ever be spent.
Souls will be with God eternal;
lives won't know what can be final.
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LESSONS CAN'T BE FORGOTTEN
Some events were great surprises
that could print on mind some pictures.
Seen so clearly and so wisely,
time cannot disturb their features.

Once, l had a friend quite boasting.
He supposed he was a genius,
and he claimed he taught his classmates
how to reach  the highest levels.

Sitting near me in an exam,
he pretended to have knowledge.
I beheld his answers differed;
changing mine, l wrote his jewels.

When we went home, l discovered
mine had been the correct answers.
Laughing, l said, "lt's a lesson
that l will not ever forget."
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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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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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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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YOUR ANSWERS GRATIFY ME.
Why don't you answer me my dearest friends?
Are you quite satisfied with your own lives?
Do you find all your care exists in fun?
Does not your end create a sense of doubt?

Are you so sure of what this life can mean?
Have you discovered what you need from it?
Are you performing all what you're supposed
to do and going where you'll find full rest?

I love you all and think you are elites.
You think and write what is so deep and wise.
You are the guides who lead confiding sheep.
Consider me a lamb who needs a word.

What do you think of life? Is there a task
which man should do ere he departs or leaves?
Are we supposed to be prepared for death?
Is there no Father Who will meet His kids?
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WHY DON'T WE ?
We don't think that man is weak,
and he shies to ask or speak.
We think just of what we need,
ignoring the others' hope.

Clouds that roam the upper sky
mingle with the clouds nearby,
pushing this and dragging that
so that none of them will drop.

Stars so far are clear and bright,
winking to attract the sight.
Each would like to help the rest
and not miss one of the group.

Why don't we help those who grieve?
Little push will make them live
to enjoy their lives and laugh
and we all can reach the top.
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IF YOU CAN'T COMPETE, ****!
People don't accept Who is so kind
and loves all the persons, good and bad.
He has power, but He can't apply
as He pities all, the weak and shy.

He declared His kingdom is not here,
but it is above the atmosphere.
He could **** all those who caused His death,
asking forgiveness for them and health.

How could such a Man live among men
who could commit crimes, and who could sin?
They beheld themselves to be too small
and could never reach His soaring goal.

Nothing can be done with such a Man
except to **** Him and save His clan
from dishonour that can demean them
as they cannot reach such a high aim.
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YOU CARRIED ME FAR, GOLD-FINCH.
I try to catch the song that a finch sings.
I find its wavy sound in my heart rings,
but my ears are too weak to seize the tune
and to my dearest poems to attune.

I see you perching on a twig too frail.
I find it like my words that try to nail
your tune and that rainbow that stins the sky
and spans between your tree and clouds that cry.

You make me know how tethered are my hands
when compared with my soul whose flight expands
between the earth, the sea and endless space,
starting from my small room and tiny house.
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MERITS PROVE THEMSELVES.
Power does not need pretence.
It's a grace a person has.
No one needs to show it off.
It's not urgent to announce.

Who can rob a little rose
of its fragrant nice smell.
It will die and drop its leaves,
but its smell won't say farewell.

Lion, though you are too old,
foxes can't approach your den.
Lions keep their names as kings.
Foxes near their dens aren't seen.

Keep your splendour, jasmine tree.
Greet the sun at rise and set.
Nothing can possess your sight;
your fragrance by all is smelt.
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ONE, TO NO END
The jewel that she has is dear.
It is the brand of her pure heart.
God's placed that gift for her clean mate
to be the prize for his white acts.

She keeps that wealth intact and safe
for that man who deserves that gem.
The clean should catch hands with the pure
to plant their great love and it rear.

His help to keep her pure is more
than that her parents strain to give
as he will blend his soul with hers
and both will be one to no end.
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RESURRECTION AND THE HOLY GHOST
How can a man suppose himself so strong
if it's wellknown that death will end his road ?
Though he wore the two horns, and built strong fame,
the skull will make the scythe sharp like a sword.

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

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

A miracle took place and Jesus rose.
That shook their fear and gave them lots of trust
that Christ was living despite His hard cross
to give the life that will forever last.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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LOVE AND SELF RESPECT
When you love, you wash feet and get servile.
You don't care if you lose your self respect.
Which is much dearer to your heart and soul,
your self esteem or keeping him quite safe?

Let me one thousand times wash your dear feet
and not see you for seconds in distress.
My heart and soul are tied to those gold rays
that your eyes send to enslave my poor soul.

I am a bunch of love which finds its dew
in your sweet smile that frees my mind from care.
If you accept my hands to wash your feet,
I feel you dwell so safely in my view.
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THE EARTH IN HEAVEN
The Lord Himself appeared on earth to man.
He was the Son of God, and God Himself.
God showed man everything He talked about,
the angels and the devils and His saints.

Good parents and pure people dear to us
are those whom the Lord takes to be His folk.
They live on earth among us and quite near,
and fill the earth with joy, with love and cheer.

We love them on the earth, and they love us,
and they make heaven such a lovely place.
They feel so content there and make us feel
as happy as we are on the dear earth.
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WHEN CAN I STRETCH MY HAND?
Nothing on the earth deserves
living for, save a pure heart
since a person then will feel
he can stretch his hand to Christ.

When you look at what He did,
how He dealt with those around,
and compare your life with His,
You'll be sure your aim is found.

Dangers of life make me deem
how He helped those who were poor;
I aspire to  His hand
to release me from my fear.
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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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LOVE COMING FROM HEAVEN
You're right if you love your mum,
who has been your strength for long.
Who can blame you when she's near
even if they are so strong?

Her heart's with you all the time.
Where can such great love be found?
Whether you are right or wrong,
her love for you is profound.

No one can replace her face
when she admires your eyes.
Nowhere can you find such love
except in the endless skies.
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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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I BELIEVE WHAT JESUS SAYS.
I wonder how a man who's read some books,
and started to feel proud of little ken,
which has been ruminated and reviewed
by some who deem they are the science men,
can't see that Jesus has revived the dead.

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

A Person Who exhorts to endless love,
to peace, sublime and great, to fill the world
is not a man like us who seeks for fame.
When such a man informs, we heed His word,
and countless saints and men adore His name.
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FLINT OR FLESH
When a man's oppressive and too hard,
I abhor with such a man to stand.
I detest who says the final word;
then, no other word from him is heard.

Men of right and wrong, where is your heart?
It's in self respect, the kin of hate.
Where are those tears which can harshness cool?
Are they submerged by the greatness' drool?

Great is that whose heart is white like snow,
which the rays of love its anger thaw,
and transmute to water that can wash
all the sorry hearts that flint would crash.
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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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FATHER AND SON
Lord, l know what Your heart felt ere it was speared
when You said all had been done, and You were pleased.
It was not an easy way for You to walk
as You said,"Why did You leave Your anguished Son?"

The severe pain You had felt was great and harsh,
but Your joy was much greater than all Your pain.
You had fulfilled the hard way and You were sure
that Your Father looked at You with tears in eyes.

His distressed face could convey a lot to You.
He was pleased with what You'd done to obey Him.
He desired to tell You,"My Son l would
take Your place in all what You have gone through."
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DUTY AND REMORSE
Duty, you can be too hard to do.
Man may find it heavy to perform.
"Father, if it may be possible
to excuse me, but Your will be done."

Painful was the cross that Jesus had,
but He could not shun that heavy load
as remorse would be more serious weight
Jesus could not bear in His soft heart.

Where are we from this most common task,
which we daily face and can't escape?
Can we shun the tasks and have remorse
as we do not have the strength of Christ?

Narrow is the gate that leads to God;
it goes through the duties which are hard.
Jesus could achieve and gained the sky;
can we do the same and self defy?
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THE STABLE LIFE
I am surprised that people do not see
the world is like a man who hides behind
his back a card that asks you soon to leave
your job and stay with nothing in your hand.

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

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

Where is the life that tells you none will change
and moves from depth to depth and all will please.
It can be found just in what Jesus says
about His world where endless love exists.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CAN YOU HELP, READER ?
When l feel my life is empty
of the joy l need to survive,
I resort to my quill and ink
and remember things that l like.

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

I think of the world, but l can't
imagine the gist of man's life.
Verse, you solve all man's hard problems,
all except the essence of life.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE WISER ARE RESPONSIBLE.
Women are equal to men in everything.
Even they are wiser than some stupid men.
As they are weaker in flesh, they count on mind,
which bestows on them a post of high esteem.

One of their superior traits is that they can
reproduce the human kind, which men cannot.
They give power to their home, higher than that
which a man  can give through his conceited work.

Countries depend on their kids to build their strength,
and to stop the other nations to control
and to change their laws to fit their stupid mind,
swerving them to servile men to reach their goals.

This will make the nations weak and not advanced.
Then the power will return to the strong flesh.
Nations will go backward if women don't give
new, wise men to home and if they waste their time.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE EXPELLED DAUGHTER
Man, my grief is greater than your raging wrath.
You've expelled your daughter who requires help.
What are fathers but refuge for those they force
to this world where none can be an easy step ?

Life's become so hard and sad for you and her.
You replace your tender love when she was near
with such anger that can rot your wrathful heart
and destroy the thrill she felt when you said "Dear".

When l see you're struggling hard to convince us,
I conceive how wrath can change great love to hate.
My sad heart palpitates hard and sheds some tears
for the time that you will spend with great regret.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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YOU BUILD YOUR WORLD.
The thoughts you bring to mind will build your world.
The spires that reach the sky should be so high.
The humble and mean thoughts will bring you vice
that leads you to the depth of dark abyss.

Reflect on evil, then the devil comes
to bring you harmful thoughts of dreadful harm.
He shows you what is right the greatest blight,
and what is wrong the light that clears the dark.

You mean to see the scene of Eden's green,
recall the people whose cool words install
what was so great and passed but left results
you see quite full of glee to tortureed hearts.

Recall the good, your soul will find the world
is full of moments that are sweet to heal
the damage that the evil can avail
to make what is around a hateful jail.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THEY WEEP INSIDE THE CHEERS.
My heart is with the poor and crying eyes
that shed their tears as they are lonely thrown
inside their pit of woe while all around,
the rich are dancing in their pubs and homes.

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

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

I ask if time should be the same for both,
or pangs of hunger should give them more time.
Perhaps, one day they may have what to eat,
but then it will be late for them to dance.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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