WHAT IS TRUE LOVE?
What is true love?
It is the feelings that exist towards someone.
You give that person all your life.
You reach a state in which you lose
your value and all men's respect,
but you don't care.
You find yourself hung on the cross,
and people gather just to laugh and gloat
while you are quite rejected there
to suffer and to bear your pain,
and see a man who has no ken
go by and look with great disdain,
but you don't care as you can find
that all your pleasure is to give,
and give much more
to make the person whom you love
attain the state of being saved and called
"A redeemed one".
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NOT GREY BUT FULLY WHITE

They could achieve their goal to make him feel quite sole.
No one would be with him as he cannot cajole.
He has an only aim which is his love aflame
can lift up all those dear, while they all wish him shame.
They've seen him as a foe who'll stop their lights to glow.
He's come to take their gem. They will not it bestow.

He's thrown outside his house, a lonely star in space.
It sends its rays around, but none will them embrace.
Rejection's got its fate while their stars are elate;
they gladly in one group their triumph celebrate.

Their stars are bright and glad, with merry robes they're clad.
This is how he wants them though he's a thrown out lad.
He has one Friend whose hand gave joy to all His land.
All left Him quite alone though His love is so grand.
That Friend's mind makes him sure that those whose hearts are pure
won't mix with greys as hues as white's what they live for.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LIFE IS MERE LUCK.
He walked along the moor to soothe his mind
and think about the sense of life on Earth.
He saw a girl; she ran away from him
as she was scared of kin who sought her trace
to take her to a house she loathed to see.

Her charm was really rare that he could not
let her escape as that would bring him woe
for being lazy bones when he could act.

He stopped her and they sat; they talked for long.
He found some traits in her that he looked for.
His love was clear and shone in his fond eyes.
It was contageous to her hungry soul.

He was so pleased she was fit as a wife,
and she was glad to meet the man she wished.
They went to where they called their cosy house,
convinced that life was just a lucky chance.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NOTHING CAN BE DONE.

I am lost, about to drown,
All in fear, a warring town.
You see tears being mixed with blood,
But hearts made of solid wood.

What can one do in this case,
Hopelessness and mean disgrace?
Man is supposed to behave;
Empty hands cannot be brave.

Here is truest test of life:
Nothing in hand in huge strife.
What to do for those near you?  
Their welfare is what you view.

Ostrich, you are my best guide:
Be with kin, but your head hide.
Nothing else now can be done.
You may look and all is gone.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETIC  SATISFACTION

How great you are the skill of rhyme;
You give this life what is sublime.
You take a man up to the sky,
Where he sees heaven with his eye.

You whet man's skills to sing a song
And see what's right from what is wrong.
He loves the right and lives its depth
And throws the wrong to shun its filth.

You make the poor man feel so rich
And travel where no one can reach.
He lives in worlds none can attain
And so long he can there remain.

He gets a sense that wealth is in;
He's got it from fecund heaven.
The manmade wealth he would not have
As God's is grand and none can thieve.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LIVE YOUR LIFE.

Human life, which we live, is too short;
How dare you spend its time on a dream?
Throw your book; don't let it life abort
As sunshine turns your drink into steam.

Don't let books show you life as a whim
On which you spend long time in false joy,
Thinking that you will get blinding fame,
A mirage all your life can destroy.

Your own life passes by void of prize
While you don't appreciate what you live.
All your joy will then come to demise.
No rewards ere your end you receive.

Does this sort of short life need a book
Which takes you to the worlds others lived?
You desert your own life just to look
How those men human life they conceived.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LIGHT AND THE TRUTH

Noone sees daylight and insists
On life in darkness scaring fists.
The truth is light and can convince
Our heart and free us from suspense,
Which throws us in the well of doubt
With none to save except clear light.

Doubt seems like that deep and dark well
Where we are hung with rope so frail,
Fearing the long expected fall
That if it happens, it ends all.

None can save us from that dark doubt
Except a clear and cheerful light
That sends us its well plaited rays
To climb up back to lighted ways.

No ghosts can lurk if you are there;
No doubt can let dark well to scare.
All gets so clear and life gets bright
When light's strong plaits lift us from night.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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SAINT JOHN THE DAMASCENE

John Damascene, great eastern saint,
Your hand was cut for wrongs undone.
You took your hand; near Mary knelt.
The icon could your hand regain.

They cleared you from the wrongs, supposed
That had been done, and pardon asked,
But you refused your post restored
And as a hermit your life spent.

You wrote a praise for Mother saint
That still enchants us till these days.
That miracle can us acquaint
How God can always show His rays.

Saint John, how much l envy you:
A miracle restored your hand,
And you God's work with your eyes view.
How happy your life was on land.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MORE THAN HIDE AND SEEK
It was a lovely night, beside a summer house.
The parents were so quiet; the children cheered and danced.
The night set out to dress the site with a hue of shade.
Just then the kids would opt their skills to be displayed.

The boys would run and jump with a strong bent for contests.
The girls spruced up their hair; they would accuse and scream.
Their parents were involved in their drinks and their mirth;
the boys and girls would cheer so glad about their youth.

They all were pleased to play, but my mind was with her.
I followed all her steps, trying no doubt to stir.
I was so glad when she suggested " Hide and Seek".
It gave a chance to me to approach her and speak.

She hid behind a fence; she found me at her side.
I looked deep in her eyes and caught her childish hand.
She was so pleased like me and shared me a sweet smile
that printed in our hearts an image still agile.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE  VICEROY
What are you, man, but greatest work of art
in which the Lord has placed a mind to act?
He makes you master of His new-made world
and gives you choice to know the good and bad.

You chose to know, and ate from that fruit tree
to share the artist in what He can see.
As you got all that wit and wisdom gained,
God wants you to observe what's good and bad.

What's good is just to love what God has made,
to give them joy and all the needed aid.
God wants His art to enjoy peace on earth
and asks you, supreme art, to help its growth.

He asks you, viceroy, to love and be kind
and make them all in their best ways arrayed.
The other creatures don't know good and bad,
but you are wise and master of this world.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MIND, SIN, AND THE DEVILS
They allure him into what will be
an obscene act that will seem so nice,
and don't show him how it will appear
till it is committed as a sin.

He's indulged in what they've shown to him
as a light so bright and full of taste.
His bedazzled eyes don't see the truth
which will appear when his act's been done.

Then he starts to blame himself so hard,
sorry for the dirt he's caused to her,
but no come back then can be restored
and that causes him the loss of joy.

Devils then will crowd around his mind.
He can see them laugh and giggle loud.
What he's caused her will make her so mean
as no home is made to save their world.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THIS IS HOW WE SHOW OUR LOVE.

The baby's in the cradle; far is mum.
He wakes up frightened and he starts to scream.
He blubbers to his mum to carry him.
This is the way in which he shows his love.

She comes and lifts him up and hugs on chest.
He feels so calm, and she feels glad and blessed.
He coos, he babbles, and he prattles best.
This is what he does when he shows his love.

There is no need to cry; his mum is nigh.
The world for him is safe; why should he sigh?
So glad, he lifts his hand and scratches her an eye.
No wonder, this is what he does to show his love.

My Lord, we feel so frightened and we plead.
We carol and sing hymns and offer a good deed.
We may at times imply a spiteful word,
but still we are that child who shows his love.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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GOD AND MAN

The Lord lives inside man's deep heart
To grant man peace and clear his sight
As He knows what man meets on earth
From doubt to needs and fear of death.

Man is none but a toddling child,
In profound space rotates his world.
His eyes with wonder always try
To fathom his earth and his sky.

He does his best in all his quest
And does all that with fervent zest,
But fearful foes lurk in his way
To expose him to full decay.

He finds himself a paltry spot
Thrown in a space where his earth's shot
With lots of doubt and fear of end,
He sets out to all comprehend.

God sees all that and pities him
As He puts him in that odd realm.
The Lord of mercy cannot leave
His toddler with no help and love.

God lives in his heart, holds his hand,
And when he falls, He helps to stand;
He can't leave him in such hard dearth
Without support with all His strength.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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GOD IS LIFE AND LOVE.

His knife in hand, good Abraham,
His son with him so nice and calm.
Just ere he dashed the boy to slay,
His Lord a ram asked to convey.
He felt so pleased and it he slew
And his son to his chest he drew.

When Cain killed Abel, God was cross
For hatred and for that great loss.
He took poor Abel by the hand,
To dwell in heaven strong and glad.

When death got free to **** the throng,
God felt so sad and found that wrong.
He took and still takes all the dead
To live in heaven pleased and sound.

The Lord is God of life and love.
He wants His children to survive.
When death attacks, He takes them all
To live with Him in heart and soul.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE STEED OF ANGER

Young horse, how strong you seem to me
When reined back to a great degree
By me, a knight as strong as you
And we both show such mighty view.

Your power with great force heaves forth,
But ruled though it has greatest growth.
I keep your strength under my arm
To make it seem pure and sublime.

How great is my strength when my love
Does not allow your force to shove,
And keep you harnessed in my heart,
Not letting you from there depart.

These moments won't pass from my mind.
They paint a picture that resides,
And shows great grandeur in control
I won't forget all my earth while.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

THUS I'M ASKED TO PRAY.
You want to pray, go in your room
and close your door to be with Whom
your mind and heart trust and adore
and you both love to sit alone.

You get so glad as you can feel
your heart will be with that great Lord,
Who's made all people dear to Him
and He exists in every soul.

You speak with Him, which is your bliss
as what He says is complete charm.
His calming words give you great cheer
that makes you live your care free life.

Your prayer gets your mighty wings
that lift you up to touch the clouds.
You feel how great it is to pray
but urging duties stop that glee.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOVE FROM ABOVE
The mother cleans her child while he cries loud.
He thinks she is too rough and awfully bad.
He does not know her act is kind and good,
but deems she is too cruel and always rude.

She gives him medicines of awful faste.
He screams to accuse her of being a beast.
He would like to grow up to have revenge
on that cruel woman who stirs all his rage.

She does not care but does what should be done
to her most babied but quite thoughtless son.
Her duties are not easy and they need
a lot of efforts with no gratitude.

My Lord, You loved a lot and bore your cross,
but that led you to sadness and great loss.
Despite all that, You forgave who killed You,
and said, "Forgive; they don't know what they do."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ARRANGED OR COINCIDENTAL?
How strange is life when you see how people get wed.
He is a boy when his wife's mum gives birth to her.
Perhaps by chance, he feels so pleased, not knowing why
as his own future wife has come to this wide world.

They are sometimes from different sites and varied states,
and fed with thoughts that make them yield divergent fruit.
One can be fed with golden spoon and one with hand,
and one has gone to famous schools, while one is dumb.

They move and travel round the world seeking for gain,
and they get near and then depart, but stay apart.
They drive, they fly and then they sail to meet at last
and have the blessings of their Lord to get one heart.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETRY IN VERSE
The words that take men out of selves
and place them in the world of thought
where all is clear and directs them
to relish what the verse has brought.

It is in language clearly coined
to make men ken the sense with ease
and know the notion it intends
to go through hearts and them to please.

It opens men's eyes to a fact
that makes them say that's really true,
or this is how a man should be
as real perfection hides from view.

All that is done without display
of strength to get the praise we want.
It's just a gift that drops on one,
and he unveils it as new light.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DON'T WORRY MAN; JUST WANT.

You give man what You want him to have,
But l really want Your Son to love.
I can't have what is a gift from You.
When You grant it, then l can that do.

I want Your grace, then my talents grow.
Without gifts, l have the shortest view.
My Lord, l still stretch my arms and pray;
You are living God; You will array.

I depend on You and no one else.
My heart and my bare soul you will dress.
Without You, l am too weak my Lord
As true gifts l can't find in this world.

I love men but their gifts are too small.
They can't give what can a rope install
Between earth and the sky that You dwell.
Just a word from You makes me excel.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

EYES NOT MADE TO CRY

Those eyes whose beauty is so cute
Are not for crying or for tears.
They are to show love and its fruit
As love from them gets its sharp spears.

I love to look at them and float
In their most charming atmosphere
Where life can give its smooth delight
And show a world of endless cheer.

I love to sail inside their sea
On just a small and frail sailboat,
Not caring where those eyes take me;
My aim is not to keep afloat.

What are those eyes; they drive me mad.
I forget life and stick to them.
They get my hope and all my world,
In which l live most lovely dream.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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STILL WAITING FOR SOMETHING
An old man by the street, weak and forlorn.
He has nothing to do; he looks and yearns
to find a little sense of what he does:
he leaves the garden bench where nights are spent,
and goes to that street side to spend his days.

He is too old to do the work he did
ere years could carry him to his old sge.
He looks at faces as by chance he sees
a face that he might know and might give ease
or could remind him of his dear, past years.

Where are the glorious days he has dreamed of?
They have postponed their advent day by day.
His eyes have got so dim; his strength has dropped,
but he's still waiting for those days to come
to lift his heart and find good sense to life.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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BETWEEN THE PAST AND NOW

A poem seems to trace all arts.
It loses power and gets small.
The shorter your curt poem gets,
the better for you and us all.

A poem gets too short and shy
Not longer than just four brief lines.
No one is ready to descry
the longer ones as patience whines.

It should be clear and quickly kenned,
or puzzles that amuse the mind.
If not, none would his time spend
since readers are in no time bored.

Where are you writers of past verse
that used to charm and give deep thoughts?
Or was verse then the learned's main choice
as none else were there but their notes?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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I AM THE GOD OF YOUR SOUL.

You don't intend to know that l
Incite the feelings inside you.
I stir your fear, and move your eye;
Those are my signals that l show.

You ask for clues, but what are these?
They are so clear, but you lack sense.
Who helps you and controls your fears,
And gives you peace and strong defence?

Don't you ken that l've made your soul,
The Father Who lives inside you?
You want material life, you toil
Or ask the parents, who flesh grow.

Your soul l protect with my hands,
With my pain on the cross, you know.
I protect you from that who stands
To sever you from me through woe.

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HELL IS A REALITY.
An old man thought his heart was mild.
It would forget bad deeds of yore.
He did not deem it was so mean
and all his wrongs were kept in store.

When power filled his arms and legs,
he paid back an eye for an eye.
It garnered his and rubbed their acts
to make him sigh for that and cry.

He scarcely could forget a wrong
when he recalled another one.
It made his life a vicious hell
whose source was burning from within.

Hot fire scorched the old man's soul
and came from his torturing heart.
I wonder how some people say
hell is a myth mad people start.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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BETWEEN DESPAIR AND JOY
I've lived the feeling of despair,
but is it bliss or it brings hell?
Despair can sometimes tell the truth.
The world has none of what is ruth.

When we know that; we doubt the world
with its importance and look in,
asking the soul for some support,
and trusting what has none to end.

We choose the Lord to make us bold
and help us see what will extend
to endless life when hair won't dare
to tell us it will change its shade.

The Lord will be the guide of all
and show us what will make us soar
through space that has nothing to bound,
exactly like our joyful souls.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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SAINT  MARY

Poorest mother you are dear;
To me none can be so near.
Your pain shocked my heart and soul
Though you are so great to all.

Who has suffered more than you?
You took care of Someone Who
Is the Master of the world
As He is the real God.

How hard it was when you saw
Him was flogged and His skin raw !
When He was hung on the cross
You saw your Son bleed, at loss
And died in front of your eyes
While you could not soothe His sighs.

No one could help, just they looked.
I don't know if then l could
Stand beside you and saint John
As for courage l'm not known.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE ROPES TO HER

So sweet are your eyes with their gleam.
They take me to the world of dream
Where such a charming girl goes by
And takes my heart and sets to fly
To such a planet l can't reach,
But its sunrays like ropes l catch.

I climb and her world try to reach,
But where am l from that far wish ?
She passes by with perfume sprayed
On her white skin and clothes arrayed.

The smell attracts me by its waft,
While she goes by so sweet and soft.
I catch the waft's line to her trace,
But none can lead me to her place.

I think of her when passion moves
In depth of heart and strongly shoves.
I catch the lines of rays and waft
Which to a dream world my heart lift
To grasp that world and it depict
And on this paper delineate.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

LOVE AND THE ENDLESS SOUL
Thoughts and feelings, you show man the way to life
as you make the mundane eyes see through the soul.
Man comes here not to consume his time and die,
but to live the endless love that Jesus lives.

Love is what the greatest Lord forever lives,
and shows it through His forgiveness on the cross.
He loves people and His love augments each day,
and will stay for endless life mixed with His soul.

Love's not made of flesh and blood that die and drain,
but of spirit that exists to live and stay.
It will fly on varied fields of nectar juice
that can give the soul of man the sweetest sense.

Live on, my soul, with my love, blessed both by God,
Who will give you hallowed grace and make you one.
Love makes you, my living soul, like Jesus Christ,
Who rose up from His dim grave to endless life.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHERE IS THAT VOICE ?

He sits neglected in the hall,
a little soldier, weak and small.
He was the captain of the troop,
but now despised by all the group.

Are hearts of people changed to flint ?
They care for empty pride to sate.
A crime with pleasure they commit
as long as they can self acquit.

Is there no voice inside to shout
and wake them during their dark night?
Is that voice silenced when they eat
to mix food with tears in their plate ?

It's said that man is soft and kind.
Where is that man ? Is he on land ?
The man l see likes just to show
an outer love, but hate below.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ARE THEY EQUAL?
One carries on his aching back
a heavy tree trunk of great weight
approaching that unfathomed depth.
He needs two steps to bridge that fall.

But these two steps will send him down
where no one can see him again.
Without being safe, he builds that bridge;
he does not reach the other edge.

But that rich side is where hope lives
and all the people thank that man.
He's lived and died with that sweet dream.
The others relish what he's done.

Some take those steps and sacrifice
themselves not looking down but forth.
How can some people live to give
while others shamelessly receive?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY
The world still has some people who believe
in that pure life in which Saint Valentine
was keen on seeing spouses would attain
the life which was so full of Jesus' bliss.

It is the way that keeps their love aflame
and joins them from the moment when it starts.
It is the kind of love that will increase
till it becomes the lord of the two hearts.

The two will get like one. None can divide
as each will see their duty in the world
through what the other needs to have a smile
and when it shows itself, he feels so pleased.

Each yearns to see the joy on their mate's face.
It makes them love the world and live at peace.
Their world will start to be quite full of mirth
when they get old but still their love is young.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NO ONE IS ALREADY THAT MR WONDERFUL.

We write a poem and we think
That everyone should appreciate
As l write it and who can be
Such great a writer just like me?

Perhaps you are, but let me know
The meanings you say and employ
By telling me through your clear words
What you may mean by such great work.

When l cognize all that you mean,
I may appreciate what you say
Because your work has taken time,
And you are not a common man.

When you write clearly and l ken
What you want through your piece to mean,
I may like your work; then you get
That Mr wonderful you've meant.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THEY ARE STILL BABES.
Life is rich in what it gives
everyone what suits his mind.
Let me enjoy those great gifts
not minding what people have.

People are of different kinds
like young babes put in one room.
some would like to love and laugh
others to stretch hands and fight.

Some would feel so angry if
one of them likes his own toy.
They won't be glad till they strip
him of that toy that he loves.

Babes, young babes, we know you are
still too young and we excuse.
Try to grow out of that quirk
ere you destroy all and self.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE UNIQUE LINK
A person's task none can complete
save man, who links the earth and heights.
His heart's sublime; so are his thoughts,
a work of art of matchless traits.

He has great sympathy and love
whose fabrics just the angels weave.
They knit them of the dew of seas
to form the clouds that quench the trees.

They keep high clouds for sewing clothes.
They make them for the saints to use,
and save the rest for those great mums
whose love is felt in blithesome dreams.
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THE PRECIOUS DAWN
I'm glad that life at last began to smile
as all the time it went against my will.
Then it sent me a spark to paint my thoughts
in verse and have my fame the world to fill.

I got so pleased my life was not in vain
and fame began to gleam and give me hope.
I worked so hard ; l was so pleased l found
what gave my soul a dawn to clear my scope.

The fields and sights were there, but it was dark.
The spark could light the fields by shining dawn.
At last, l knew that joy was always there,
but waiting for the spark to make it known.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOVE  BIRDS

Birds of love, how don't you feel a little shy?
Beak on beak in deepest kiss close to my eye.
We the humans, feel ashamed of public kiss.
It's a shame that we look at with some malice.

Why don't you wait till the room is just for you?
Then you can enjoy your kiss with none to view.
No one will say one bad word of sin or shame
As we, human beings, can do and keep good name.

My dear man, l am a bird and known as pure.
I don't do what anyone can least injure.
What l do with my mate bird is good for all
My mate is my only love since we were small.

I don't mate with other birds or flirt with them
Or look at them with bad eyes or a worse whim.
What we do is known to all and can't bring blame,
So we do all our deeds and keep good fame.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE  CODDLED  CHILDREN
I am Your coddled child, my Lord.
You have a tender heart that loves the human kind.
On passion way, with cross on back, You told
the girls who cried,"Each cry for her own self
as each has such a life
so full of strife."
You cried for Your old friend, poor Lazarus
when someone told You of his loss
though You give life and can return
those who have gone.
You sympathize with man and feel for his long pain,
and You intend to cure his illness and ignore his sin.
Just on the cross, You said,
"Forgive them, my dear Dad.
They don't know what they did."
You love like that.
Why should l not depend on such a tender heart
and be a coddled child
asking the help of his most loving Dad?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A POEM IS A PRAYER .
Good poetry, you are the voice
that moves the heart of that who writes.
His thoughts pass through his heart and float
on sheets of paper pure and white .

Bad thoughts are schemed inside the mind ,
which calculates the gain and loss.
They can't come near the heart as love
has made this site its lasting throne.

A poem that the heart indites
can't side with hands immersed in blood.
The heart is always soft and kind
and sides with feathers of its sort.

How great verse is when of pure source !
It flows to quench the burning thirst ,
and cleans the soiled mind of its dirt ,
a prayer inspired by the Lord.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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JUST MOVE YOUR HAND.
If you want me, move your hand.
I'll be under your command.
I'll leave all what's dear to me
and come just your eyes to see.

With you, l live in a world
so far from the noisy crowd,
gardens with the purest stream
Where soft breeze gives hearts their aim.

You make me fly like a bird,
gliding on wings strong and wide.
Its aim is to reach the sky,
which your soft eyes can supply.

You show me what the sky gives,
pure love whose joy my chest heaves
in a world calm and serene,
where we crave to be unseen.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE GREATEST MIRACLE OF ALL
God showed the truth that He wants man to know,
the truth that makes man's life so full of glee.
God came to show us that He had Christ's form
to show Himself to man in His own Son.

To think of love, Christ is the perfect love,
of tender heart, no one can match His case,
of succour, who can help more than His hand?
God's placed all His perfection in the Lord.

Jesus has shown us how so great man is
that He has taken his own mind and form,
and came to us to show how man can reach
the great perfection through great deeds like Christ's.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A HOLY DREAM
Sitting near and knitting woollen clothes,
she completely drew my eyes to her.
I was not interested in her work,
but the smoothness of her charming hands.

She could see my eyes were much involved
and was curious why l was concerned.
I was shy to say my heart was charmed
by her smooth, soft hands that made me dream.

Enchanted by their unearthly hue,
I began to feel celestial love.
I just wanted to give them a kiss
and hold them both on my dormant cheeks.

They will take me up to that pure sphere
which we only find in life above.
As l could not say the truth l felt,
I misled her that l liked her skill.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HONEST CRITICISM

When people check what l indite
They fill my heart with great delight.
If l am wrong, they show the flaw
And fill my eyes and mind with light.

They show my lines deserve their strain
And they try my thoughts to attain.
They respect me, and l the same
As we both new viewpoints obtain.

My father used to criticize
My faults and me used to advise.
That's what makes me who speaks with you,
A man who correct thoughts applies.

Those, who with love my faults correct,
I owe deep love, the greatest debt.
If they correct and hark defence,
Their thoughts and mine deserve respect.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MARRIAGE, A NEW BIRTH

She is so loved in parents' house,
The toy of all, and joy main source.
All members find in her their joy.
She is for all their main life buoy.

They bring her what she loves to eat
To get her smile, so cute and sweet.
She brings her house a man one day,
Her choice to share with him her way.

What will that man bring her new life?
She finds in him a new birth strife.
What sort of life will he create?
To what new land will they migrate?

He is the captain who will sail
Her sailboat which is small and frail.
What will this birth show her and give?
Is it worth what she plans to leave?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HEARTS OF STONES

When you extend your hand and l stretch mine
The two most eager hearts meet on cloud nine.
We both get joyous as you want me glad,
And l can't smile if l find your face sad.

I do my best but find those whom l love
Shake hands as if my dirt demands a glove.
I lose my nerves and get so much depressed
As those l love want me to turn distressed.

How hard life is when those you love refuse,
And your kind acts they purposely abuse.
You show that without them you cannot live,
But their looks show that they want you to leave.

Why do some people have the hearts of stone
That nothing can make soft or deeds atone?
Their stupid minds insist till they destroy
The sparks of love in you and gleams of joy.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PROVE YOURSELF. Revised
None is fondled in this field.
Just your works can commend you.
They can lift you up or throw
Your decayed name out of view.

Each looks for a valued goal,
which stays nil in others' eyes
till he can convince the crowds
that his tower will soon rise.

Neutral is the world around,
watching with its careless look,
clapping to those who can write
their initials in life's book.

Books of life open their hearts
only to those who can sign
their sublime names with a pen
gold in nature and divine.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ON THE TROT

Like cats we never walk but trot
And when we reach the goal we sit
Just doing nothing, with a yawn
As nothing's waiting to be done.

This is the case of man on earth;
We run like mad men out of breath
To reach an aim but when we do,
We sit and laugh at that ado.

So grim is life with death at end.
It stirs the fear in people's mind
And urges for something secure
To find an end that can endure.

Some men may find it with morale,
That can endure in bliss or hell,
While others keep the search to find
Immediate outcomes in their hand.

They keep the search in nervous ways
Forgetting time and passing days.
When they get somewhere, they find life
Has reached its end and was too brief.

We envy you dumb, trotting cats;
You've lived your life with no harsh thoughts,
While thoughtful man has wasted it
In search for some obscure target.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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***** *** LEADS ASTRAY.
How can a person love and cause
a serious harm to his own dear?
They go to bed and know their act
is urged by evil, their main foe.

What they commit will pass so fast,
but it immerses them in dirt
that blocks the rays of joy and light
which take them up to supreme heights.

This light can clear the way of saints
that leads to mirth so cool and wise
which gives them samples of a life
a person can meet in the skies.

When *** can lead a pair astray,
it destroys them and kills their cheer
as sin disturbs their stable lives
that ignite flames which are called hell.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MAN IS FASTER THAN THE STARS.
Where are you taking us, mysterious time ?
You have the slowest change compared in life .
You burn your heat and light that move in space,
and have a little change we scarcely trace.

We change so quickly not like your slow change
and move from state to state so fast and soon .
We are so fast and our speed destroys
the flesh we have and changes it to soil.

Just yesterday, a mammoth fell and died.
A ditch of snow brought it its instant death.
We found it frozen after such long time
that seems like yesterday to our eyes.

How are you moving stars, and how does man
Progress from state to state in such short time ?
Each man feels that he is the core of space.
Have pity on his heart and slow his race.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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