A WOMAN'S PARADISE
Of her free will she stays in her own home,
converses with her kids, who are her dream.
She has one thing special, her mate's parole.
These are what her kind heart loves to extol.

She is quite satisfied with what she owns
not conjuring new thoughts which make new crowns.
Love for home and what it confers on life
have got all what she has and her belief.

What satisfaction is that women have?
All what's they're after is their house and love.
True smiles on husbands' face are all their needs.
They're the purest angels that the Lord sends.
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TOO  FAST
How can you convince a man
that this life has got a sense ?
Don't you see how the past went,
taking those whom we knew well ?

Every morn's daily routine
forms the tedious waste of time.
When it's done, the sun's fast steed
will be neighing loud at dusk.

We intend to mark the day
to produce a distinct one.
We behold the sun is up,
announcing the coming dawn.
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DO YOU ASK THIS QUESTION?
Those men the past unfolds tell who live now
how life is great if man knows how to live.
There were some people who knew how to build
the pyramids, and those who great help gave.

There were who spent it in moving around.
No bad actions to do, but nothing good,
and those who spent it in committing sins.
Jesus told us how men their talents used.

Here, l just stop to ask, "How do l use
my talents, and do l please my great Lord?"
It is a serious point that raises fear.
Does this question for once go through your mind?
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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 .
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BUT DON'T WORRY.
Little flower in the garden,
you have charmed me with your splendour.
Sweet's the smell which is around you,
given by your splendid odour.

Getting near you makes me wonder
why is life so harsh on livers.
Now, your youth is proud and haughty.
Have you thought about the coming?

Happy flower, do not ponder
on what goes on in my silence
as you cannot change your future
which is imposed on all creatures.

You are happy with the present.
Enjoy it and do not worry.
That, Who gives you all these wonders,
surely tucks away what's better.
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THE PRUDENCE OF A FEMALE
When l saw her blue eyes, at once l knew
they were the masters of my easy heart.
She looked at me with jewels soft and bright,
a look whose depth was of a profound well.

What sort of vague, abysmal depth she showed?
All around was well lit, a summer day.
Her eyes well scrutinized my witless look,
and weighed the senses that my eyes conveyed.

And then, they cleared and eased a sweet reply
that my eye message was a welcomed one,
but prudence was a main part of her mind
mainly when she displayed such charming eyes.
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NO REASON TO FEAR A THING
My Lord, You are my Guard; none frightens me.
The earth is where all problems we can see.
That counts on what we think and what we do.
Your kingdom needs strong faith as You could show.

You were exhaling life on your harsh cross,
but were so tranquil and You prayed for those,
who found in You a threat to their belief
as You could raise the dead and give them life.

You are Who conquered death, which we all fear;
to Your disciples You could reappear.
If my great Lord made me not care for death,
how can the hardest feats defy my strength?
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WHAT CAN HE DO?
He was obliged to share as all his brothers were.
There were some people killed and some lost land and homes.
All that took place when he was still a mere, young child,
and heard a story that his parents don't admit.

Now, he's supposed to swear to prove a new lawsuit.
He knows it is not true, but he can't contradict.
His father, uncles, aunts will be gravely condemned.
He should swear on what's wrong or lose those who are dear.

His conscience is so stunned, and sharp teeth start to bite
his tired mind that weeps and asks refuge through death
ere that most horrid day will request him to swear
and bring him fearful pain or loss of those so dear.
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I CAN'T FORGET HER.
A girl who lived beside my home was poor in shape and mind.
Her parents did not care for her; no one saw her but laughed
at her appearance and her words, and at her ***** clothes.
None cared about this girl and we, young boys, liked to annoy.

She used to carry sticks with her and walk along the street.
We, little boys, would take a stick, and she would start to weep.
I recall her after long time and she lacerates my heart.
She brings hot tears to my sad eyes when l live that old sight.

What had she done to be like that and spend her life in dirt?
Man's life is short and we try hard to use it to the dregs.
She came and left but did not feel the meaning of her life,
but she created in my heart a choke l can't delete.
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MAN AND SIN
Sin, you are a cause to suffer.
How can man be such a sinner?
Man can commit it by mistake,
and his sorrow brings him great ache.

He will try to find a way out.
If he does not, he endures doubt.
Remorse comes to start his own hell;
living that, his joy he will ****.

Don't tell me that man can insist
on his wrongs that his life exhaust.
How can man go on and bear that,
which can smother his poor, wrecked heart?
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THE LABYRINTH
What are you man but just a passing guest?
Why are you brought if life will end in gloom?
Are those, who bring you, pleased with its strange aim?
If not, why do they get involved in such a game?

I know some who can't have a sober mind.
They hate the world and drink to forget it,
yet they are married and they have some kids.
Why do they have them if the world is void?

What is the world but such a labyrinth
that gets quite clear through that eternal life?
What is the use if souls do not survive,
and live the pleasure of the world to come?
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HOW CAN YOU EXPLAIN ?
People peruse  on the internet
with wide open eyes and eager mind.
What can join all people on that screen,
but a secret that deserves their strain ?

Man has always been in such a case.
From the start of time he's risked his life,
looking for a treasure of great worth,
and has searched for it the deep and skies.

I join hands with them seeking the truth.
Can man's life end here, a heap of dust ?
Miracles have interfered to ask,
"How can you explain these marvels, man ?"
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BETWEEN LOVE AND ***
When love was pure in that old past,
their poets wrote such lovely verse.
But now that love is ***** ***;
they've changed their shame into silence.

Where are those plays that charmed their youths
and made them love in such a way?
They have been changed into mean ****,
which upsets stomach night and day.

Look at old Europe how it rose
and gave the world its great progress.
Where is that Europe of pure love?
Through *** and shame is in a mess.
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THE PRESENT WITH IF
Enjoy the present; never deem the past
to be upbeat or full of pleasant scenes.
Don't think of coming time; it's not your own.
You possess none except the present time.

Rejoice when you are in good health and mind.
They let you feel the pleasure in your hand.
prepare a drink, and enjoy every sip.
You can't be sure if you will reach the dregs.

I love you present as you are my chance
to read, to write, to indite, and to muse.
You are the only joy that life can give
if in man's heart, there is the soul of God.
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THE HUNCH-BACK OF NOTRE DAME
All the people have one they love.
Why am l deprived and lonely?
They look at a girl and she smiles.
When l look, she has the giggles.

Are they sons of queens and nobles,
and l am the son of servants?
Even servants have their lovers,
or l would no be on the earth.

Lord, l heard that poor Lazarus
had his sorrows at that plush gate.
Have l got mine where no sweet girl
gives me greetings but for kindness?
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THE ETERNAL UNION
When one holds a woman's hand, he feels they both
have become one human of a better type.
He can't be once more a person of his own
as this act has joined them both to be one soul.

Needs of each will lead his heart to feel his mate
such a precious part with whom he can't separate.
He will leave the world to be with that dear part,
who has got with him one soul and filled his heart.

Thoughts of gain will disappear between the two
as each cuts from his own life to give his spouse.
How can he be in her bed just for one time
and she's got a part of his most precious heart?
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MACBETH AND BLOOD
Poor Macbeth, l know what you'd gone through
ere you met your death in that last fight.
You were sorry for the men you'd killed
and did not want a new man to add.

Looking at your hands, you saw the blood
you had shed in previous fights you'd had.
All the oceans' water could not clean.
You decided to be killed and slain.

So profound you were with what you thought.
You repent. Would Jesus shrive your crimes?
Where are we with our sins, my Lord?
Shall we yield and die, or pray and live?
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THE PREACHER
I thought myself a genius who knew all
from men's demeanour to good verse to write.
I blamed my kin for their misconduct here
and neighbours' acts for clear cowardice there.

I started to imagine l am great
till once my mind recalled my humble past.
I thought about my life and what l did;
I found myself much worse than those l preached.

I hid myself inside a garret where
I wept to clean my past, that was inane.
It was too stupid that to make amends
I set out to instruct for recompense.
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THE SOUL'S AIM
I feel surprised how people can
enjoy the sinful *** without
great fear that their most sober state
Is lost on earth and in the height.

They don't care for their anxious soul
whose aim is calmness deep and pure
that exists in the afterlife
but starts on earth and there gets sure.

Up there, there is no fear of louts
and people from a careless clan.
Man runs away from them on earth
so that his full calm life can gain.
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POETIC  LICENCE
Verse, you have your rhythmic beats,
that oblige all those who write
to ignore a little rule,
poetic licence to have .

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

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

Verse, you are the brilliant thoughts
that can shed light on dark lanes .
You can kindle tapered wax
that reveals insights on earth .
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POOR EUROPE !
Tell me where you have been bred,
and how parents dealt with you,
I will know about your faith
and if God is in your view.

single mothers and one ***
bring the kids of coming days.
How can those kids live in mirth
with those who have lost their ways?

Families breed normal kids
and fill infancy with love.
Where is that in Europe now?
How can its countries survive?
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MY REAL PARADISE
I adhere to the love that won't change.
I love all those l know; they've owned my heart.
I love my city and its various streets,
and all the people whom l see and meet.

I love my quarter much; l hate to move
to other areas in my charming town.
I love all people, whom l know so well,
and want to be with them; there is my sky.

I beg my Lord, Who can do what He wants,
to keep me in my house and in my room
beside the persons, whom l really love,
and make this lovely home my paradise.
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I AM ASHAMED.
Christians, where are you in Syria?
You were common in the area.
Now, you've got so few and quite rare
in the Arab world; is that fair?

I'm concerned as l am Christian,
and l notice no affliction
in the hearts that share my tenet.
Don't we feel we've lost some merit ?

Europe also is infidel.
Science can its belief expel.
I'm ashamed; what are we doing ?
Lord, Your order  l am waiting.
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WHERE MAN LIVES !
Where are we in this endless space ?
Where is the start ? Where is its end?
If our sun is so far off ,
and millions like it are strewn off ,
What can we guess about this space ?
Where are its depth and its extent ?

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

It is hard for man to look up
and see the space that extends far
with supposed east and supposed west ,
but none can know where they exist .
How much l pity you poor man
and wish you have the brain of ants .
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LET'S  ENDEAVOUR.
When our pen intends to write, let's seek the truth.
It's a call for you and all who read this verse.
Life is short and we have problems quite unsolved.
Why do we deplete the time on trivial themes?

If your heart is burning down, you don't sip tea.
How can poets rhyme their whims while fear is near?
Let's discuss the fire that burns deep in hearts
and conceive the gist of fear ere rhyming trash.

What is man on earth but just a little being
facing problems from the start till his near end?
Great is he whose warning can save other ants
ere the foot of giant vice can end their roles.
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GOD OR SUPERSTITIONS ?
Superstitions, what are you ?
Aren't you what the devils show ?
Christ reveals the truth through love,
not through hatred devils carve.

Hunter, you can't **** a bird
if it's not by God allowed.
Nothing happens to a man
that the Father does not ken.

How can man request a change ?
Is he wiser than that Sage ?
Can he bring a better choice
to himself or his own house ?

Depend on the Lord and have
faith in this most sublime Jove.
His design is the choice
which for sure makes you rejoice.
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ENJOY WHAT YOU HAVE.
We are too wishful but too small.
Why should we vaunt life we control?
We are like children; toys please us,
so let's enjoy what we possess.

A cup of coffee is so great.
It can give pleasure like a feat.
Why should we strive to reach the top
if that main joy is in a cup?

He sits at home beside his field
so pleased with what his land can yield.
Am l much better than this man
whose field and crops are his prized crown?
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WILL OR STRENGTH?
I esteem those who accept the truth
and admit they are too weak for life.
They explore how they can give much more
than those who speak much just us to bluff.

They reflect on where their land is strong
and install their tower that goes high.
They can see what comes from far and near
and defeat blind force that sits to sigh.

No one may accept that the tortoise
outruns the rabbit which can run fast?
Power is not all when mind is strong.
Will is the great winner that laughs last.
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LOVE STARTS WITH UNDERSTANDING.
You write your words and think we live
inside your mind the sense to reach.
You add to that some obscure words
and lots of your figures of speech.

Your poem gets a horrid piece
that you don't grasp after a day.
How can we know what you would mean?
Only a witch its gist can say.

You know that mumbling to yourself
can't build a thought in people's mind.
If you would like to dwell in hearts
the heart's key is to understand.
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CHEERS TO THE PRESENT
The past has passed and won't return;
don't think of what you'll never own.
The future is obscure to you;
it's just a mere uncertain view.

The golden treasure is just now.
Endow it all that you can do.
Give it your mind, and all your strength
and build through it your future wealth.

The present is all what you've had
for what you did and what you stored.
Use it and all your future will
be full of wealth and precious skill.
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FASTING
The Lord with cross on back will walk His way
of passion which will yield great wounds and death,
and we will fast to share His pain and grief,
awaiting His sunrise to give us mirth.

The dawn of life is short and will soon pass.
The sun that gives the hues to ladies cheeks
will grow to be a sun that burns the dunes
and meet its gloom at dusk with crying eyes.

Where is your light, kind dawn, and life is full
of grudges which the Lord will pass along,
but Jesus will survive and leave His grave
as we will end the fast and cheer with songs.

Cold death, you'll meet your end and fasting will
bestow us happy sense that fills the hearts
when Jesus rises and His boundless dawn
assures us that His endless life survives.
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WHAT DID YOU GAIN?
Soldier, who is stained with blood,
you or that who sent you there?
You **** those whom you don't know.
How can you such an act bear?

You sometimes are sent abroad
to attack who are at home,
and return with esteemed hands;
can that with your mind conform?

Don't you think that you killed some
who are dear to their poor kin?
Just a question l ask you
what did you by that act gain?
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WHAT DO YOU THINK?
I feel l am so clean; l have no dirt
to make me troubled with my soul and flesh.
How disturbed man will be when some filth sticks
to his clean heart and mars the tune it beats.

He sits to write; he does not seem all right
as he feels that his heart conveys its dirt
to all his senses through his ***** veins
to make him feel the dirt and hate its smell .

How great is that pure Man of thirty three;
He rinses out the dirt with His chaste blood.
He makes his heart as clean as angels are
and renders him quite fit to use his quill.
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THESE BOOKS ARE HIS SWEAT.
Everything around me has
something that ties to the past.
Those books make me see my dad,
whose sweat was the price l paid.

Taking lots of pounds from him,
I could buy those books which were
so expensive at that time,
but he paid with great delight.

Now, this verse is the true means
of imparting what l feel,
showing his soul that my tears
can express my deepest love.

All that exists in these books.
How can l but stick to them?
Ere l read what this page gives,
I endow a kiss to dad.
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THE CLOWN'S GOWN
Europe, you wax so frail and low
in all what you can see and show.
You've changed your verse to guessing games
but kept for it those great old names.

How can you place your modern verse
among the poems of great wits?
Don't you feel shy and hide yourself
as what you indite brings you grief?

You are still proud though lost your creed,
the secret why you could succeed.
You're getting funny, low and down;
no wonder your verse wears this gown.
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THE SCARED TRUTH
I sympathize with those who can't
express themselves as they are weak.
They are the side that owns the truth;
the weak weigh their words when they speak.

They look at muscles big and and strong
and power that can them convince,
not in their minds but in shy words
as they would like to live in peace.

Life is so cruel when the strong rule
and control all to hear and yield.
They say what no one can accept,
but they should with a deep sigh nod.
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SELFISH LOVE
You pretend that she was dear,
and you practised *** with her.
You introduced her to sin;
now with others, she wants more.

She is with another man,
and you are sorry for that
not because you spoilt her life
but because you need delight.

Don't you see that you killed her;
she has no husband nor kids.
Who will care for her when old?
All that's for your selfish needs.
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WAR AND PEOPLE
How can you, war, ascend to such a stage
of high repute for doing gallant deeds.
You are the killer of the poorest men,
who are quite armless, yet you speak of pride.

The poor are always where great danger lurks.
They have to risk and go where food exists.
They scarcely earn enough to have their need,
or find what can placate their nagging kids.

They have only their tears for those who die
as they are friends and kin, who left young girls.
The rich will hear the news while drinking tea.
They only come back home when all is quiet.
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SMILE ALL THE TIME.
You feel dejected! Why? You've failed a test?
What does that mean, compared with loss of life?
As long as you have breath that moves and heaves,
let all the people hear your loudest laugh.

You've failed a test! You can that class repeat.
Perhaps, a new colleague will bring you luck.
The earth is turning round. That makes life great.
The problem is to stop and bring you wreck.

Let your most grateful smile thank God for life
as when you are alive, you'll mend the wrong
however big it is, you can correct.
If not set right, cheer up if you are strong.

The Lord wants you to have great trust in Him.
He can create the good from what seems bad.
Not all His ways are shown and made so clear.
Just place your trust in Him. He is your Dad.
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THE SAMPLE
What you will see in your next life
and what you see in your night dream
are both your deeds of daily life
which night and heaven give them gleam.

Same fibre has the dream you have
with life up there; they're both divine.
What you with full intention do
gives after effects of the wine.

That is the sky that you aspire
to live in when life gets sheer night.
Heaven like dreams will show your acts;
what's done before becomes so bright.
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WAS THAT HIS AIM?
He did not care for wealth or gold
but did not find a thing around
that could bring him on his sad face
a happy look, a taste of peace.

He started gathering not convinced,
but money could uphold his crest.
It got his pleasure and his aim
as it conferred on him a name.

So big was his house and quite full
of best furniture that was cool,
but when he died his house was closed
with none to weep for who reposed.
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GOD AND MAN
I think of what l need. I find the first
is my morale which makes me feel at rest.
It is a case dependent on my soul,
which, only it, can worried mind console.

In history, the Christ made what surprised
the human soul which He  through love appeased.
The laws had ordered an eye for an eye
as His pure love is found just in the sky.

Who raised the dead but Him, and those who came
to continue His way and preach His aim.
Where can we find a miracle but there,
where His saints are at rest, yet they still care.

Where can l find a Lord whose love is great
to kiss His hand and place it in my heart.
His hand does not need help, but l need it
to give me great morale, and my way light.
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I  ENVY  THEM.
I reflect how people can in life neglect
serious matters that they face on their own ways,
matters that can fluctuate their mood and mirth
and can change their joy from darkness to bright rays.

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

I'm not speaking about faith for its own sake.
I'm just thinking how faith can give mirth to man.
After living for sometime like human beings,
can we turn to senseless earth with all our clan?
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BETWEEN LOVE AND ***
A man can challenge all the world,
but can't defy something in head.
When his heart tends towards a goal,
no power can deflect his will.

Look at those two who are like one.
They are one; their souls them combine.
Their loving hearts make them quite queer
as each can't live without that dear.

Some people feel that love is ***.
Their hearts and souls have no effects.
Like cats, they join their flesh and howl
and exchange beds until they fall.
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THE BUTTERFLY AND THE FLY
Poetry, you are as free to fly
as a butterfly from rose to rose.
You don't go to that unpleasant fly
to impose on you its style of flight.

It approaches you just to disturb
your harmonious flow that it beholds.
This disturbing creature does not know
how to fly and wants the others so.

Fly on, butterfly; don't mind the fly.
It approaches to disturb your joy.
The unequalled charm of your own move
gains the hearts which know the taste of love.
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CHRIST IS GOD
The angel who could roll the big grave stone,
and Your return to life after Your death
have left no doubt that You were the great Lord,
the mighty God of ours and all the world.

All your grand life and deeds showed beyond doubt
You were the Lord Who could be scared by none.
You would do only what You thought was right,
not caring how the whole world would react.

Where is that man who won't defend himself
and destroy those who'll **** him if he can?
Instead You said, "My Father forgive them.
They do not know exactly Who l am."

Where is the lord who cannot see a man,
deprived of hope and lonely, shedding tears?
You came to us to spread Your profound love,
which You lived there with Your Father above.

You gave us what no strength can ever give
except the mighty God, Who rules us all,
and loves us in a way that men ignore,
so You descended to make us love more.
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SURPRISED !
Surprised an stunned, how can you read such themes
and don't say just a word to criticize?
Don't they concern the life that you go through
or are these subjects strange to human eyes?

Am l an alien who has come from far,
or has someone outfitted me with it?
How can l speak about some trivial thoughts,
while serious ones can move my mind and heart?

I expect some few words to tell me what
you think about these themes that stun us all.
Perhaps, l see your points, which change my mind
and we can reach the answers that us cool.
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EUROPE, TO WHERE?
Strength, and freedom have their cost to be enjoyed.
Knights of old had practised much ere they could fight.
Where is Europe leading to through easy life?
Will it keep its culture safe and thoughts intact?

Life can't be observed in details but in acts
small and trivial, but they can explain it all.
When the theme of your verse piece is about ***,
you will have readers, and lots of those who like.

Write about marriage and kids, and none will read.
Life is made to be enjoyed and not to breed.
Who will give people to Europe and its fate?
Are they who come from abroad with their own style?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE UNAVOIDABLE JUDGE
Past acts, you don't die; you live with us.
You impose yourselves as our judge.
The decree you give you can dispatch
to the sleeping minds that wake and hark.

We imagine that no one has known
or who could see us are not alive.
Other people die, but the past deeds
will remain as long as minds survive.

Persons can be met from time to time,
like a dream we have but can't repeat,
but the minds are like the shining sun
from which we can't flee or hope to shun.

Minds are bells that always play the tunes
our past dictates through our deeds,
but those tunes are played not as we wish
but as acts remind the minds to croon.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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EACH HAS HIS GAIN.
Lonely boat, don't you fear the rough sea?
Waves are high, land is far, and you're small.
What do you gain from this long voyage?
All is lost in the case your sail's torn.

When you sail, you think of the far land.
Who tells you that one day it appears?
A rash whale might upturn your small hull
and send you sinking down to the depth.

"This is life, my dear sir, all men face."
He tells me, "You spend time on your verse.
If you reach your great aim, you will gain
what l dream when l reach my far land."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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