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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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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 NIGHT BEFORE THE FEAST
Approaching feast, your night before is great.
We expect all the pleasure we await.
You are not born, so you can't go so soon.
We dream of your nice pleasure and your boon.

You  are the day on which we all are thrilled
and have the meals we love where cooks are skilled.
We meet the girls whose eyes are full of love,
but coy to say what they ask from above.

How great is life when we look forward to
the sparks of joy that fill the coming view.
We wait for what can fill the heart with life
as all the prospects are with joy so rife.
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HAVE  PITY !
You disregard the mad and say,
they can't control their words and way,
and have it in for those who grudge;
with hardest rules their acts you judge.

If you say that the mad are ill;
are those grudge bearers sound and well?
Their hatred will their hearts annoy;
their grudges will soon them destroy.

Hot fire consumes their poor mind.
Have pity and lend them your hand.
Their lives are full of bitter taste;
the scourge of Satan won't give rest.
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BUT HE DOESN'T CARE !
I know l am a ***** little girl,
but still l am a child as people say.
When l see something sweet, l yearn to steal.
A thief l'm called though they still say a child.

The children of rich homes say l'm possessed
by Satan who drives me to live outdoors.
They throw their stones at me to **** the foe,
and stop the nasty smell when l pass by.

All those well-bred infants hate me so much
except a little boy who is so kind.
He shares his food with me and gives me sweets
though people in the town call him an elf.
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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?
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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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WE IGNORE WHAT SIN IS.
He forgave all who killed Him on the cross
as they were not aware what they had done.
No one who knows what sin can be will throw
himself in burning hell, which spoils his earth!

We don't know what sin is and what it brings,
remorse and painful gnashing of the teeth.
Will man seek such tormenting fate if he
knows that his sin will fetch him much regret?

We are too small to ken the vital truth
that makes us know and set us fully free.
We think that fire is so bright and nice;
we burn our hands, and then we start to weep.
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MODERN POETRY
Where is the beauty of the word
that makes the person love to read,
and when it's read it moves the heart
whose feelings kindle a deep spell.

Where is the fluency of words
that flow with rhythmic tunes and sounds?
The poem has got just a thought
that can depict an ugly sight.

Where is the clarity of sense
that we should know to feel the charm?
All disappeared and sacrificed
to make the piece a guessing game.
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REAL ***
I'm surprised how people speak about
sacred acts in such a trivial way.
*** is the result of love between
Two hearts that no power can sever.

Both do their best to restrain themselves
as he fears to hurt whom his heart loves
and her love is much greater than that
rush behaviour that may bring regret.

*** is supreme when two are in love;
both are ready to become one heart.
There's no force to set the two apart,
and each loves the other more than self.
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MY SHIP TO THE SKY
I'm glad that life has started to be kind.
My way has commenced to get me spellbound.
I've worked so ******* what can yield good verse,
and now my trees have sprouted their fruit buds.

Life showed me for some time its frosty way,
but now it reveals its most comely path
and by the help of Christ, l start to see
a port like that which led to grandma's house.

The voyage was too long but l was pleased
that mother was so glad to meet her mum.
Now, l behold a port much like that one,
but this will lead me to my long lost sky.
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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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MY DEAREST FRIEND EVER
Father Denis, you are dear to me.
You are in my heart, where you will be
till the end of life and in the skies
where l'll rush to you with weeping eyes.

You informed me my religious thoughts,
all my English and set right my faults.
You taught me for school and my degree;
teaching me was all completely free.

I recall what was my big mistake;
my blind anger made me you forsake.
You departed and l wasn't kind
and your journey was the last on land.

I endeavoured to correct my act,
but it was too late, a sordid fact.
You are in the sky; l love you much.
In the afterlife, l mend my breach.
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THE REALITY OF LOVE
Love can't be imposed by force or fear.
Love is such a touch that hurts but keeps
who is hurt attached to whom he loves,
unable to abhor or to leave.

Don't ask selfish ones about true love !
Ask the God Who dragged His cross and died,
or His mother Who saw Him dead there,
after lots of pain and a pierced heart.

What is man indebted to this Lord,
Who could have destroyed those who killed Him,
but He asked His Father to forgive
as He died to free man from his sins.
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THERE ARE STILL WHO AMEND.
They tell me life gets crowded with knaves.
I agree as l meet lots of them.
Like the weeds, they destroy the rose buds
ere they flourish and fill land with smell.

The world squirms tired of what they do
for no reason but to please themselves.
Others look with disgust at their filth,
but the harm which they cause revives them.

I wonder how the world can forgive,
and the honest with them can survive.
A soft voice in my mind assures me
life can't get quite void of who amend.
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THE STAGES OF LIFE
That time when you dream of being a man
is the happy stage in all your life.
You believe that life won't have an end
and will never take from what you have.

In a jiffy, you end this great time,
and you start to think of what you work.
Worry starts to show its hidden teeth.
Still you don't conceive what days enfold.

Clouds of time pass by at such fast speed;
then you ken that life has claws and tusks.
You attempt to think of that first stage,
but you see it ebbs just in daydreams.
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HONOUR IS NOT ENDOWED.
Some would discuss to prove their points
and not ascend to hidden facts.
Where are they from the perfect man
whose insight lives an endless plan?

The sublime man does not intend
to appear that he is so grand.
Sublimity is not received,
but it is ere his birth conceived.

Exploits aren't achieved to be shown.
They're relished when their effects reign.
Never does man care for respect
if it's not by his heart bedecked.
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YOU USED TO LOVE RED.
Will you have the joy of your heart
after such a crime that was bright?
Will you satisfy your mean greed,
feasting on what that crime endowed?

Soul and mind have changed their main job,
painting those men whom you could rob.
Red is taken from their shed blood,
sticking on your ****** red mind.

Your perfect crime that escaped spies
could appear in your red, glum eyes.
Even, kinds of red you adore,
have got what you so much abhor.
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HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ME?
I expect something of great avail
to appear to me in my dull life.
News of hidden hope l always sought,
but it left my side  and went afar.

That man who'll bring me what's waited for
will attain from me what l can give
when l can regain my normal state
from the tears l shed, a mark of cheer.

Where are you my harbinger from here?
I have been distressed by my long wait.
I entreat the softness of your heart
to consider me ere it's too late.
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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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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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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 MAGIC WEALTH
A wizard was born in a town
where plants are rare and grass not grown.
The people were too poor and weak,
depending on nothing but luck.

He wrought a spell and them could tell:
it had the luck that them would fill
with gold and food and what they would
if they knew where the spell he hid.

They left all what could reduce want
and started solving that new knot.
Their state got worse with much more loss
but could not that spell come across,

Years passed and their state got so bad.
A man among them had some mind.
He told them that the magic wealth
would bring them none but horrid death.
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JESUS SPEAKS TO A YOUNG MAN.
Do not pray, young man, but save the child,
in the boat, and his mum's on the shore.
Fearful waves and winds so strong could cut
the unstable rope his mother tied.

Diving in the water is too hard;
it's the loudest prayer you can sing.
I am urging you to save the child
as l saved poor man from his first sin.

Your great saving act is so divine
as the child will be in his mum's arms.
With utmost content, l'll look at you,
and the happy two give you delight.
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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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THE TRINITY
It's not so nice for me to stay alone;
I see no one around to share my tone.
I go to my dear desk and precious pen
and shelter in my thoughts and what l ken.

I find myself quite involved with my word
which looms up as a rhyme which charms my mind.
I love this song and it in turn loves me.
We get together such a trinity.

I'm vastly happy now, and read my verse.
It speaks with me and l with it converse.
We share deep love and love gets here a third.
They speak with me and by them l am heard.
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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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TRACING MY EARLY CHILDHOOD
I passed beside the site of my old house
that my dear father was so glad to build.
I looked for buildings that were licensed then
to tell me now where my first years were reared.

There, my young parents were in early years
of their pure marriage that for them was dear.
They were so soft and gave me all their time,
and their warm underwings witnessed my cheer.

That was the time when l learnt the Lord's care,
seen through the hands of parents weaving love.
They made me feel that life was timeless joy
for that immortal child who loved to live.
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SHAME NEEDS DARKNESS.
Come with me, my friend, to go inside
that deep cave where Satan makes his house.
Risks have built their castles and their hold;
I'm afraid to go; l'm not quite bold.

None can go inside if he can't leave
just when Satan moves his tail and fork.
Therefore, none can go inside such spots
except vicious snakes or flying bats.

Angels won't select a place like that.
Vice would often choose what people fear.
They would hide themselves where no eyes can
find out what they do or what they plan.

Perhaps, you may ask why l go there.
I would like to see if it's worthwhile
to endure a place too far from light
to indulge yourself in such an act.
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CAN DIRT REPLACE PURITY?
Man is moving from the spirit
to the body and its pleasure.
He is facing lots of changes
from emotions to what's *****.

Love is used in lots of stories;
man admires all their features.
He adores those faithful figures
that remain honest forever.

He esteems who have composed them
saying how decent and happy
they are to indite such dramas
which are now the charm for readers.

How can dirt be brave and and mighty
to involve itsef in rapture
changing what was high and honest
into what is so disgusting?
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LOVE ALL, BUT PARENTS FIRST.
Don't let your selfishness blind your poor sight.
There are a lot of things you have to see.
If parents are a bit angry with you,
it does not mean they prefer your strong kin.

You have to show them both the love they want.
It's not the matter of receipts and gifts.
Perhaps, your father needed your strong hand;
his heart was asking you to take his seat.

Love all the people, but your parents first
and give them what you can of help and needs.
If it's too late and they have gone to rest,
direct your love to what they loved the most.
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THE EWE AND THE GOAT
Once, a sheep quite fat was forced to jump.
Its posterior fatty tail went up.
Near her was a goat that giggled long.
"Shame on You," she said to that poor ewe.

The reserved and timid sheep was sad
for a few unhappy days of shame
till the shepherd wanted to know why.
She surprised him when he heard her tale.

"Don't be shy," he said,"my decent sheep.
Look at her at any time you like.
You will know that you were seen for once,
but she makes a show of self and laughs."
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LIFE WAS IN THEIR HANDS.
Once, l went to see the pool of ducks
where the flower trees were green and red.
On a bench, l saw a mid-aged man,
sitting with a woman of his age.

They were blind to what there were around.
Just they could behold their precious wealth.
Life lay docile in their shy, meek hands;
they were just aware of what was there.

They did not discern that l was near
and were quite involved in their own dreams,
but their faces could unfold that life
could be gained by such a grasp of hands.
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MOTIVATED BY LOVE NOT HATE
When Christ came down to earth, He could have had
the choice to be the ruler of the world.
He chose to be the child of that poor mum,
and nothing in His hand except the truth.

He started teaching as the poorest man,
and opposed what was wrong without a sword.
He loved the people, and He cured the sick,
and fed with fish all those that hunger struck.

He forgave His disciples when untrue,
and those who caused His death on that harsh cross.
He could have killed all those who wished His death,
but He would spread deep love and not revenge.
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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.
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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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FROM HANDS TO HANDS
The sweetest time of life is that of early years
when those dear parents' hands display how kind is land.
Then it begins to prove that land is not so grand,
but what makes it supreme are those two, full of grace.

The Father in the sky supplies the parents' arms
to smooth the early way, to elate young mankind.
When man grows up, he knows how great is parents' help;
then God extends His hands to replace the old pair.

His Son, the Christ, shows us the way, the truth, the life,
His Spirit clears the minds, and purifies the thoughts,
and Mary of pure hands takes the place of the mums.
All will make our earth once more a sublime place.
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WHY DO WE WRITE POETRY?
I wonder why we tend to write
our verse and mostly at midnight.
We wait long time with our pen
for thoughts to come not knowing when.

We write about some useless thoughts
that concern none except our hearts.
We use a language quite obscure
to dress the verse with what can lure.

Insisting on wasting the time,
why don't we spend it on good rhyme,
the verse that brightens our day
and makes us pass a clearer way?
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HE NEEDS SOMETHING ELSE.
He wants to find a meaning to his life;
he is so poor and moves from door to door.
He is a person of a high request,
but people see his hand and not his face.

They give him just a penny or some bread
and when bighearted, they give him a pound.
He has no pledge in his pouch or his mind
to make him feel the sunrise of his hope.

He looks at people with beseeching eyes,
but none would see what his eyes try to say.
They see their pound and how to make amends
while he can't see the coins but his lost aim.
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MAN AND BIRDS
Little bird, you love your chicks.
Don't you love yourself as well?
You are hungry and too thin;
Keep some grains your maw to quell.

Noble you are; that is great.
Should the noble fast and die?
What is life without good traits?
It will turn to hateful sty.

I would like the human beings
to observe what birds can do,
and to take rifles from men
to increase this noble view.
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HOW TO CREATE HAPPINESS
Try to get the feeling that
you are loved by Jesus Christ.
You will see your soul is clear,
and all life will be so dear.

You will hear yourself croon
the same song whose lovely tune
charmed you when you were a child
when your mother sang and smiled.

You will feel the world will go
to an endless time with you,
and the sky with all its space
will reside in your small house.
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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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JESUS SPEAKS TO A YOUNG MAN.
Do not pray, young man, but save the child,
in the boat, and his mum's on the shore.
Fearful waves and winds so strong could cut
the unstable rope his mother tied.

Diving in the water is too hard;
it's the loudest prayer you can sing.
I am urging you to save the child
as l saved poor man from his first sin.

Your great saving act is so divine
as the child will be in his mum's arms.
With utmost content, l'll look at you,
and the happy two give you delight.
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POETRY AND RELIGION
I experience deepest thoughts through verse.
It connects my mind with thoughts quite pure.
What can take me to a realm like that
save its words that should pass through my soul?

Poetry, you've taught me how to live
with my soul that yearns to none but God.
You involve me in the sphere of joy
which transfers me to the holy sky.

Verse, you have a charm that none can share;
it's a trance that takes the spirit up.
You endow me bliss that one can't live
if he is not pure and free from guilt.
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EACH HAS HIS TRAITS.
Snail, don't wish for wings; a dog can't mew.
All your life, you move at that slow pace.
Creeping up rose trees, you saw a bird,
which has wings to fly; you craved for wings.

You are made to creep and leave behind
mucus that impels the flowers' hate.
Don't discern the birds with eyes of wish.
You can never fly to reach your dream.

Keep to your slow move; it is your trait.
Leaving your own dirt to trace behind.
What the birds can do you never can.
Don't let such a wish destroy your health.
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THE NYMPH'S TOUCH
What are you love but that most tender nymph,
who is so fond of its most silky skin?
She has a sort of beauty that charms all;
she touches hearts and makes them fond of her.

She takes the form of that most fragile girl,
who has the softest skin of rosy hue,
and close to be transparent like a veil
that has the fibre of the whitest cloud.

Your girl, sweet love, is so fond of herself.
She loves to unveil her thin, light clothes
so that she can reveal her tender skin
to roses that will wan when vied by her.

But she's so pure that she can't bear to be
seen by the human's eyes that yearn for more.
Her beauty is a sort seen by the soul
when that soul yearns to be serenely drunk.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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EUROPE: PAST AND PRESENT
I'm sorry for those who have been
the greatest masters of the scene,
the Europeans, whom l love,
who were so wise and turned naive.

They were great strength for a long time,
from Ancient Greece to famous Rome,
to present times when their grand past
still has some force to make them last.

You had your power and strong hands.
Now, you need others for your deeds.
The others work just for themselves
and soon they'll throw you on the shelves.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHAT IS THE USE?
The obscure darkness fills the sky
with stars that twinkle like man's eyes.
They ask if man can find an aim
of this fast trip and his short life.

The stars tell him that they have seen
a lot of people come and die.
They saw the cavemen yesterday.
Today, they see the modern men.

They passed like guests and still they do.
Why do they come? where do they go?
The stars and eyes twinkle and ask,
"What is the use of this vague trip?"
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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I ENVY YOU.
I begrudge your careless way of seeing life,
how you come, and where you go away quite soon.
You enjoy your food and drink and never deem
where your lives are going to and their hard atrife.

I imagine all the world and who live on
are transferred to my own shoulders which can't bear
my own weight that exhausts me with my small mind,
which is lacking needed scope to make things known.

I refuge to what, some think, is not so sure,
to discern a picture that brings me a smile,
but the people refute me, giving no clue
just increasing agonies that none can bear.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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