SELF-ESTEEM AND RESULTS
Wise self-esteem is not a gift.
It's built by self and not bestowed.
The mountain peak can pierce the clouds.
It's height is in and not endowed.

You can plant hills and make them green,
and full of flowers, a lovely sight,
but they can't in their height compete
with lofty chains to reach high site.

My self-esteem is what l build,
and knit its stitches with my hands.
Machines can never reach that end;
craftsmen construct and then art stands.

Vain kings came and went but could not
leave what Napoleon's hands could weave.
The world was full of passers-by,
but few whose self-esteem could  thrive.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MY  CHOICE

All my heart is yearning for that  faith;
Show me that life has an endless path,
And will endow what l'd love to gain.
Then l'll do my best it to attain.

I'm too weak; please send me Your life rope
Which can lead me where l get great hope.
Life has frightened me by its cruel death,
And You have defeated its grim wraith.

You are known for Your most tender heart.
Don't leave me alone in this hard fight.
Just a cue from Your finger, my Lord
Can cheer all my life in this mad world.

Lord, l choose Your light to clear my way
And to show my path by Your bright ray.
No ray pulls my heart except Your own
Shown by love of Father and His Son.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HOW CAN WE?
How can we deprive him of our love
and cause him a deep wound in his heart?
How can we feel the joy of being close
while he is thrown away, an outcast?

How can we see his eyes begging us
through his wrath that tells us his great loss?
He cannot kiss our hands to be near
though his heart is so keen to do so.

How can we enjoy love while some men
look with eyes trying hard to hide tears?
Don't we feel for those whose hearts beat fast
begging us to let them share our joy?
BY JOSEPH ZENITH
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DON'T   PREACH !
Don't preach with words you don't intend to live
and make your hearers weak by what you give.
You inject poisons that makes others frail;
then it gets easy for your sword to ****.

When preachers make the devils get docile,
it will be easier for them to get hostile.
The devil none can **** with that great ease,
but when docile, you treat him as you please.

When preachers use their words for their own gain,
I feel they get much worse than ****** satan.
At least the satan is quite known to all
that he works for the odious lore of hell.

Don't preach, but show man deeds that convey love
through gifts and tender hearts that can forgive,
through tears that well and shame a sobbing heart
while man tries hard to hide them but he can't.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DEEP THOUGHTS AND LOVE

Bird, l want to fly like you,
but l don't have wings to do.
I'd like to fly and to glide,
Looking down at distant land.

I'll be free and soar, dear bird,
through the heights that none can reach
and see the clouds from above
how they hide people from me.

I'll keep going higher up
till l find a peaceful place.
There, l'll glide and meditate
on this life and people's fate.

Thoughts and gliding take me down,
and the cloud curtain is drawn.
I see people once again,
but with eyes that love all men.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOVE IS MUCH NEARER.
What are you, love? Are you a wink that takes
the heart to distant space where the stars live,
or that sweet smile which sails with us so far
and hard to reach like that most distant star?

What are you, love? Are you a magic wand,
that substitutes a man into a dove?
Are you like ****** snow that blinds the eyes,
or what can rob the mind of its sharp will?

Are you so far or are you more than near
and live in those red lips and eyes so dear?
Aren't you in those soft hands whose touch conveys
a nice electric wave that stirs the heart?

You are so near and in those words appear,
but she can't say, and so her cheeks you sear,
and print a potent word on that fond heart
of that young man who feels the same appeal.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH,
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CHRIST'S SYMBOL IS THE CROSS.

This is the sense that l get from
My life and that of everyone.
Sadness fills Mine and yours can cram,
From the great to the weakest man.

You whipped and hung Me on the cross;
I was none in your haughty eyes.
I pity you as you will pass
Same death ere you get in My skies.

I came from up to show the type
Each one who lives on earth will see.
You laugh and cheer but have no hope
As your end won't be that of glee.

I give a symbol to My creed
That shows My love mixed with great pain.
This symbol is the painful rood
That l climbed just to bring you gain.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE REWARD

I denied self and gave my goal
My time, my fun, and all l have.
I scrimpt it nothing, cost and toil,
And made it my aim and my love.

Nothing of value it returned.
How could it be so much ingrate?
I asked the wise and my close friend.
They told me it was act of fate.

I got so kind and followed faith,
And implored my Lord not to waste
My sweat, my toil, and moral wealth,
With all the cheerful dreams l chased.

While indulged in this sea of care,
A thought came flaunting to my mind.
It showed my goal as something dear,
Loved for itself not for its end.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHERE YOUR HEART BELONGS

Your love to where your heart belongs
Is moved by words of ancient songs.
You heard and sang in your young years;
When old, you cry when your ear hears.

A song you heard your mother sing
And it remains in heart to ring.
Each time you hear, you hide yourself
As absence brings your tender grief.

A kind of dish or glass of drink
Your father loved and made you link
That glass with him that when you see
Past scenes are unlocked by that key.

A place each used and never changed
And what he loved he there arranged.
You've changed your house but those sites stay
When you recall your sighs they sway.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NO FEAR, MY DAD IS NEAR.

I sit to pray; You sit with me.
I tell You what l want to say.
I do that whether l repeat
the words l've learned or my words pray.

It's great to pray while You are near.
You sit with me and hear my voice.
You see my heart and what it feels
and make me choose the perfect choice.

I am too frail when by myself.
Despite all that You still love me
because l am Your son, my Lord
and Your son l will always be.

I feel so secure if l know
I act and my Dad is so near.
I drive and travel with calm nerves,
and pass life's dangers without fear
as l know well l am Your dear.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CIVILIZATION
Civilization, you were built
with a hammer, pen, and sword
through the people who had will
to get married and to spawn.

Those great people built and fought,
but got nervous and too old.
Children left their homes and streets,
filling those of poorest lands.

They have come with greatest force,
but their pen is of poor ink
with a hammer and sharp sword
to demolish not to build.

Men of brilliant walls and spires,
can you have new babes to stand
to defend what you have built
or just hide under your quilt.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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FAITH AND CIVILIZATION
I kindly ask the people who might ken :
why do we come to earth if life will end
and take us to a grave so grim and dark,
no hope for rebirth on the better land ?

What are you, life, if he who builds a name
like that the man who built the Sphinx has shown
if in a jiffy he departs with death
that covers him with earth where he is thrown ?

Can such a man have courage to build what
the ancient Greeks and Romans could construct
when they lived in the guardianship of gods
who gave them hope of some rewards to get.

People of Europe, where are your great men
who built your land and made you rule the world?
Have they gone with their faith and left their kids
to argue trivial thoughts of success void ?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE LOVE OF THE SOUL
They were too young; they scarcely passed their ten,
but when they saw each other, they turned red.
I feigned l did not notice what they showed
and left the room but kept an eye on them.

They saw l left the room, which made them glad.
They sat beside each other, and they smiled.
He stretched his hand to touch her little hand,
and she caught his and looked at his red face.

Their faces were so sweet, and their eyes joined
the purest rays that bound them in a stance
which made them one in person, so content,
quite unaware of what there was around.

In this elated state they remained long.
The soul of each has joined the other's soul.
They both could reach the heaven of deep love
so far from me when l entered their room.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WEAKNESS AND LOVE
Danger, you can change the words a tongue
would be glad to say  about a man.
You may force a mother to deny
whom she held in womb, her dearest son.

Jesus knew that Peter would recant,
yet He asked him thrice if he loved Him.
Then He made him shepherd of His flock,
giving him the key of his own realm.

Love is what He wants a man to feel,
and not what he says in state of fear.
Who can say the truth when danger comes,
but who's dear will stay forever dear.

That endows me comfort, my dear Lord.
I'm so certain of my love to you.
Just You, no one else, are my dear God.
I'm like Peter whose love is so true.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE SAVIOUR

How weak a child when his dear mum
Leaves him in garden and goes home.
He gets too frightened and too glum.
He can't stay there, and he can't roam.

He just becomes a chick of bird
With wings unfeathered and dumb tongue.
It falls from its nest to the ground,
With none to help, to beg too young.

No one can please him but that face;
She only can give words that soothe.
Only her soft hand and its grace
His ruffled hair can gently smooth.

He cries and shouts and does not want
Except her face of kindest smile.
If she comes all gets quite all right,
And he feels that life goes so well.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

WITH DEATH, LIFE IS PUNISHMENT.
What is the use of being born
if you don't stay alive for good?
The stars live long, yet they will pass.
The thought of death will wreck their lives.

The Lord has trampled that who holds
a sickle and looks like bare bones.
Where is the gain that stars live long
since if time flies, they will lose light?

My heart is with who's vanquished death
as what is good should have no flaws.
No man would like to be alive
if all will turn to useless earth.

How great is Christ, the mighty Son,
Who's stripped death of its fearful strength
to give mankind an endless life
to live the joy that has no end.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE PEERLESS HEART

Don't let your doubt throw you in hell.
Look at the sky; none can assail.
Look at that heart, the sky of joy.
It throbs to cheer, and life enjoy.

It's like the sky that is so cool
And has to cheerful life a call.
No clouds can darken its light blue,
Exactly like that heart near you.

That heart is clean like the blue sky.
It ***** the smoke, yet cheers your eye
Like that pure heart that easily bears
Men's distress, yet their sad hearts cheers.

It loves the smile; it cheers the frown;
For joy and laughter it's well known.
When called to dance, it is the first,
And for stressed hearts, it cools their thirst.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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GOD WANTS A CLEAN HEART.

You wash your hands ere every meal.
That's good for health not for your heart.
God wants your heart always to feel
Forever pure and free from dirt.

The water that cleans earthly mud
Can't clean your stealth or will to hurt.
To have clean heart is will of God,
But ***** hands you can't support.

Thus Jesus said to those who cleaned
Their hands and after some time flogged
Him and round His cross they convened
And tore His clothes and them got rugged.

Don't kiss your mother's head when old,
But give her love that she does need.
To your clean heart bring her and fold
With no word that her heart can bleed.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THEY ARE MY IMAGE.
I love the people all; l love them much.
They are the picture that shows man himself.
They have the wishes that l have in me,
sometimes achieved but often cause great grief.

They feel afraid of time just as l do.
The passage of its days casts them in rage.
I see them in my clothes with their scared hearts
and share with them life's jail with its steel cage.

I see their fear of ends and where they lead.
Can that dark earthly house grant them delight?
They fear the darkness here how can they bear
to stay the endless time deprived of light?

I love their looking askance how next life
will be for them when they ascend up there.
Will they see parents and those dear to them
and meet the life they've always deemed so fair?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE LUNATIC ASYLUM
She is so dull and boring to be with,
but he finds in her face her parents' name,
and house of rich furniture and attire.
All that can convince him she is his mate.

Is our present world a place where men
have lost their minds and hearts and found their aims
in precious gold and coins, in famous names,
and money whose bad smell repels the clean?

Where is the beauty of a smiling face,
the charm of words that teaches us to love?
Where are the eyes that tell us endless tales
of snow white love that gains immortal life?

Let them sit with the boring face and words,
with eyes that urge to yawn and go to sleep
without that body heat to warm their beds,
but with stink wealth to bring them awful dreams.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE MAUSOLEUM OF THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER
Napoleon, you have such a name
that books of life are so proud of .
Those who built that name died like rats .
No one can know their daring acts.

Where is the son who left his mum ?
She wept when she was left so far
from her dear son who went to die
to build the name of Bonaparte .

A man left his young wife and child.
The child did not know why his mum
profusely shed her blood red tears
as his dad did not beat or shout .

The leader proudly sat to write
his famous name on glorious maps ,
whereas the bodies of those rats
were thrown in pits of unknown men .
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

THE  BIG  LIAR
I never mind the liars who always lie;
I find them quite witty as all descry
they are mere liars and their words aren't true,
so they can't cause offence to me and you.

But what l hate is that l hear a lie
coming from that whom people qualify
to be an honest man and all believe
what he says as they can't the truth coceive.

He hides great gain behind the smoothest speech
that people praise and like and find so rich
while richness comes to it through untrue fame,
and status that brings him a glorious name.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE  COMPETITION

What can man say, but please my Lord
Help me to do well in this world.
It is for once, not to repeat
And all of us have to compete.

What can l do when l compare
Myself with Plato and Voltaire?
Should l stand still and say they are
Compared with me, they are too far?

How can l say so to my Lord,
Who will retort l give you mind.
I've given them what l give you;
You should like them stand up and do.

I'm your Dad, and they are your kin.
I think you should from now begin
To retrieve the time you have lost
And in your Dad and self have trust.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HUMBLENESS, THE QUIET VIRTUE
Who am l to think l'm better
than the others who are normal?
Do l ken a bit more knowledge
or l fake l have this honour?

Those who are distinguished people
have no time to waste on nonsense.
They invest their time in labour
as they want to use their talents.

Don't be haughty, bell, as you know
Your inside is wholly empty.
Bullion can't fulfill your purpose
as its value is so heavy.

Help me, Lord, to be quite humble.
Bells have nothing save their shouting.
Greatest men employ their silence;
when they talk, all run to listen.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE  STRONGER  FIRST
The stronger always show their true love first.
They are most often stirred by charm and ruth.
The weaker can accept the strong ones' love,
or find that life without it will be mirth.

That's what a normal woman often does.
She sees in him the power of her life.
The master who can't **** over her heart
can't be the man who can give her delight.

No one can mean that weakness has no charm.
The mother gives her life to her weak babe.
Without that creature who is small and frail,
her soul can't cheer up, nor her heart beat well.

My Lord, You are the stronger, and you came
to open us the gate of Your high sky.
At Christmas, You came, and at Easter rose.
You've drawn the way and with You we comply.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE LOVE THAT BUILDS A HOME
I think that God wants all mankind
to do exactly as Christ said,
"Those whom God joined none can divide
as both become not two but one."

They see their children represent
what their dad or mum really has
either in their forms or their traits,
which makes them get more strongly tied.

They both consider their dear mates
their treasure that can move their souls
and want to give their hearts and minds
to see the other satisfied.

Where else can people tune their hearts
to produce one most charming beat
to sing a song which cares for what
the other needs and not themselves?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MUCH  LIGHTER  
I went with heavy load, anguish and gloom
to meet the man to whom l could unfold
the worries that inside my heart had crept
and made me stagger in a world so cruel.

He listened, smiled and helped me to unload.
I left the place in peace, on flying wings.
I felt so light and thought that l could fly
to reach a sky so high and full of joy.

The worries l had felt all went away.
So cheerful got my night and so my day.
The peace , that l had missed, returned to me
and l got free from all anxiety.

A meeting, short and brief, regained my poise
and rendered me so light to glide above
the worries of the world that brought me down.
It pleased me through remission of all sins.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WOULD YOU BEFRIEND YOUR ANALOGUE ?

If there were a man like you,
Would you like that man to view ?
Would you take him as a friend,
Or his meeting soon you end ?

If you hate that boring man,
Don't blame men if they complain
When you are with them or near
As you spoil their atmosphere.

If you like to be with him
As with life he is agleam.
All to be with you are glad;
Old and young even your God.

Man is not by how he looks,
But by what he does and seeks.
Great men can do what most men
Can't imagine to be done.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LET'S SEIZE THE NETTLE !
I write what my calm pen indites,
and you write with a pen that fights.
I treat the sujects that appeal
while you don't care how l may feel.

I go with you to your own isle
while you intend to cramp my style.
I like your dale and your high peak
while you act like a smart Aleck.

Let's be good friends in verse and need,
and then we enjoy what we read.
Let us, we two, seize the nettle
and as good friends our rows settle.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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REGRET

Ugly gets this life when dipped in sin.
Fear nests in the heart and spreads within.
Pain and worries are shown on the face;
All the soap of earth cannot displace.

Anxious gets the heart and much depressed.
Nervous get the words that are expressed.
Calmness disappears from disturbed world.
Those around can't hear from us a word.

Profit, where are you that we could gain?
Did it merit all this killing pain?
Moments of some pleasure we have got
Causes dirt and pain that inside rot.

No oblivion can release our nerves.
False pleasure gets what it deserves.
None can clean our hearts save long regret.
Word of honour, is sin worth this fret?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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FUN AND SUCCESS

You can't have both, success and fun.
Where one exists; the second leaves.
To succeed, a great toil is done
And with that toil, fun never lives.

Success needs rules and hardest boss
Whereas fun can't live with that rule.
With success wasting time is loss
While wasting time fun will cajole.

The ruler who is strict and hard
Can make his country bloom with force;
But lenient rulers draw backward
And people will live grim remorse.

I don't side with one, but with facts.
I love the firm man when he works;
He bears the burden, and he acts
To bring his people peace and stocks.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HAPPINESS THROUGH LOVE
For me, love cannot be thinking of self
but of the other person and her boon.
When l love my sweet girl, l will wish her
an endless pleasure which cannot be gone.

What is the drive that takes you to her bed?
If it's your pleasure, you are poor yourself
as pleasure will remain just for a wink
and then nostalgia will bring you sharp pain.

When love is your impulse, you think of her
as she will be all what you want from life.
You think of how your mating can affect
the person that your love wants to protect.

I don't feel you, true love, for my own self
but for the person whom l give my life.
If she's my life and love, l can't leave her
and this is what makes me have her a wife.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MOODY  LUCK
What is luck? Where does it lurk?
Does it come through gifts or work?
It is said, "Great luck give me
and throw me inside the sea."

Is it like a bird that lands
near a window where one stands?
Nothing can drive it away;
from so far it comes to stay.

Bird of luck, how do you choose?
Your randomness does confuse
wisest men who want to  know
how you choose and what you do.

You may choose an ugly crone
and grant her a young baron,
while a girl of charming eyes
waits at home, stifling her sighs.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ARE THEY FOR THIS WORLD ?
He went there filled with hope that they'd give him a look,
thinking that he might get recognition from them.
He begged for just a smile to give him his lost post,
but that aim was too far from his hand just to claim.

Tactics were what could gain, but he was of good heart.
He would scowl to show them he was not satisfied.
Success, you always hide in the hand of deceit.
and deceit never was by his heart gratified.

Men of skills, you have built the great spires of the world,
and you wrote your great names to shine there at steep height.
Those whose hearts live for love are made not for this world,
and the spires fall on them as they are of short sight.
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LOVE  GIVES  COURAGE .

I know you are the warmth of heart,
That thaws the winter ice and blight.
You remove them from the cold chest,
And give the courage which is blessed.

You are the power that drove God
To come to us and die on rood.
You are the force that drove His mum
To stand beside Him cool and calm.

You are the force that drove saint John
To stand beside fearing no one.
You drove saint Arimathaea,
Not fearing who ruled Judea.

How much l ask this force to dwell
My heart and drive me to excel
At times temptations knock my door
To ask Who died for me ignore.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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FROM HOPE TO DESPAIR
The way of life is like the sea.
My little boat is so disturbed.
It's moving up and down in place,
but forward motion is quite curbed.

My compass is so good and sound,
but factors distort what it shows.
The earth has lost its guiding force
and what's nearby its needle draws.

What can one do with such a loss?
The boat is tossed about in place.
No forward movement l can feel
and if l can, what do l trace?

The world has lost its faithful guide
which is replaced by full nonsense.
It leads man where there is despair
that subs for hope and its substance.
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WHAT IS THE USE ?

You fear the future and you want
To live a life that can delight !
How can you carry that time bomb
And live a calm and tranquil llife?

The sense of fear, once in the heart,
Can spoil success, your love, your laugh.
Don't tell me your heart can live joy
And fear lives there and can destroy.

This life is not for who thinks much
If his thoughts are of cares and such.
That man can never have a smile
And his gloom is moved to us all.

Man of deep gloom, please don't indite.
You will destroy my mind and heart.
What is the use for men to live
If they shed tears, complain and grieve?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE GREATEST MAN IN THE WORLD
I think of what Jesus has taught,
and stand awestruck before this man.
I find Him that He is the best
of all who've walked under the sun.

I put aside that He is God
and write about His life on earth.
He's taught man love and to support
the little ones, not those of wealth.

He had great ruth on that female
whom none dared her soul to elate.
He sympathized despite the risk
and saved her from her horrid fate.

Who can endure the insults that
He suffered but He could forgive.
We can't withstand a little grudge
till we retort what we receive.
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LOVE AND COINS
Man needs love in this cruel world,
but most people are absurd.
You give them what they need most;
they look at you with distrust.

People love whom they will need,
who will give them food and gold.
You want people to love you,
***** them your coins; they will do.

You are wealthy, all love you.
They hear your word; it's their clue.
No one can resist your will
even if you are a fool.

This is man; he leaves your heart
and looks at your cash and vest.
What your heart yields he neglects,
but your pocket him affects.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

A QUICK DECISION
He saw her near a village well
where girls would take their jugs to fill
the cups from which their parents drank
and thanked the hands that quenched their thirst.

Her face shone brighter than the moon.
She was so sweet with tanned, soft skin.
Her sparkling eyes one arrow shot,
but that sharp arrow pierced his heart.

He asked her where she lived to go
and see her parents if she wished.
Her look could calm his drumming throbs
as her eyes were a little shy.

That shyness made him dance the way
that led him to her parents' cave.
They said,"Without her we can't live."
He said,"With her you'll have a son."
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YOU CAN'T HAVE BOTH.

You can't have both, your conscience rest,
And all the wealth your father left.
The two are heavy to soar with
To heaven where God grants His mirth.

How can you blend between robbed coins
And tranquil life your conscience joins ?
The soul of evil your heart dwells
With those robbed coins your safe conceals.

You can drive cars and fly first class
And meet the people whose words pass;
You can be proud and get respect
But your heart will all that regret.

A rich girl you have as a spouse
And gain a palace for a house;
You can fly and see all the world
But remorse on your heart is hurled.

In brief, you feel a thing is lost
That all your theft can't pay the cost;
It is your brother's stolen share
That leads your heart to full despair.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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IS POETRY OLD FASHIONED?
Each time has its men and art.
Shakespeare died long time ago.
Verse and plays could charm past minds.
Now, no one reads what you say.

When you write a poem, try
to convince someone to hark.
All around you people shun
What you think is nicely done.

All alone they rush to read
common things on the Facebook.
When they see you, they retreat,
fearing boredom and your hook.

Don't exhaust your time on what
People are disgusted with.
Nthing useless recompense
for your time and self-esteem.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE DECISIVE OPTION
He is the norm which man desires
if one aspires to what is good.
He's done all what those He has loved
will find so good for their own world.

He hasn't looked for what He likes.
His boon will all His life destroy.
It will disturb His glorious plan
and bring His heart most horrid woe.

This is the choice you have in life
to serve yourself or who are near.
You can't have both as selfish men
reduce to peat those who are dear.

Serve yourself and you lose your heart
or love those near, you make it warm.
You feel maltreated, but inside
you reach the balm of upper aims.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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GRANT ME STRENGTH.
The lamb in me has ruled my heart and mind
and quelled the roar that my strong lion'd breathed.
I feel so frail; the softest drift of wind
can drop me down like dry leaves to the ground.

I feel my power comes from That Who knew
His end would be on that harsh cross of wood,
yet He would walk the thorny way to death
to save those whom He loved, whose strength has ebbed.

I'm weak, yet l still love to live and write,
but life demands great strength to stand and fight.
I ask your blood, shed on the cross to grant
me strength to fight who want to shed my blood.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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JESUS  IS  MY  FRIEND.
Your friend can affect your mind and change your style.
He can make you cheer and laugh or tend to wail.
Tell me who your dear friend is, l can tell you
who exactly you can be, and it turns true.

I've read books about old myths and histories,
and those heroes who have lived in friaries,
but l cannot find a man whom l love more
than Jesus Whom l admire and adore.

He is Whom l love as man of refined traits.
He has such great might of heart that never hates.
No one can be strong like Him and bear a grudge.
He forgives all as He can't the weak men judge.

He's made me love all my life as l do now
as most gleeful sight He can my eyes endow.
I've begun to see all folk as most loved men,
which grants me a tranquil heart void of all strain.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MOTHERS AND MANKIND
Heart of flint, how can you treat
mothers badly near their kids?
Children see their mums supreme,
greatest power in the world.

Don't **** faith, that mothers' strength
is the strongest for the child.
You will make the children feel
all their lives depressed and sad.

Your sin God will not abide
as it can destroy deep faith.
Mums are angels of the Lord
to endow mankind their worth.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MILTON AND PARADISE LOST
Milton, how can you depict
life in heaven in such sights,
rebels fighting for the throne
as on earth people have done ,

angels using arms and swords,
fighting armies of old friends,
satans beaten, but not killed
to endure what malice gains ?

God is mercy and we know
Christ's behaviour on the earth.
How can Christ be cruel up there
and forgive man on the cross ?

Milton, you have shown me God
In a way l don't expect.
Goodness does not need to fight.
Through its love it spreads its might.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE LOVE A WOMAN DESERVES
You meet a woman; be so kind
and bring to mind she has her plight
as she is weaker than her mate
with whom she shares one room and bed.

Before you think of what you want,
from love to ***, just sympathize.
Make her see you a constant spouse
and not who will her plight augment.

She needs your love only for her;
show her you are her equal half.
When in her house she sees her child,
her future looms much more content.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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QUEEN  LUCY
The heart of gold attracts the young and old
as purest love gets these two groups involved.
The truest love has roamed from east to west;
the old and young could mostly it arrest.

No wonder that the children run to you
and leave their mums, surprised at what they do.
Even the babes turn faces to your side
as in your heart their long lost love they find.

Where can we find a deeper love than that
the old can feel in depth of their true heart?
Their love is true and mixed with mind so wise.
They feel at home with you; that's no surprise.

I haven't seen a doctor who shed tears
apart from you, who share your patients' fears
and do your best to see them well again.
That's why they call you Lucy, our queen.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THEY  ARE  ONE  SUN .
You are the source of warmth and glorious light.
The warmth and light are joined through splendid rays.
You fill the space, and light the skies and moons.
Without the three of you, no life we view.

The warmth is love that seethes in the heart.
It yearns for something new, a work of art.
What greater arts can be than man and life?
They can satiate the heart of love and warmth.

The sun sends light to fill the universe
so that the warmth of love can see and think.
The wit of light can see to form a man
and all the beasts and plants in that great plan.

The warmth and light can't move without the rays
that can go far and reach the distant ways.
The rays join warmth and light; the three belong
to one gteat sun that lives to love not wrong.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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