A SMILING DAWN
The early morn exhales its breeze;
the sun is peeping from its bed.
Its sleepy face is like a child
who starts to raise its covered head.

I smile and welcome its soft look
that is so eager to greet me
as l with all the trees nearby
are such old friends dawn likes to see.

The rising face feels quite secure
as he sees those familiar crowds.
He sends his rays so nice and warm
and throws the blanket of white clouds.
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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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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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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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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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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LET'S CONVINCE GOODNESS TO STAY.

Why do we look for what is bad?
Does not what we behold round us
Make us quite sure it is abound
And fills the world with dreadful fuss?

The ugly sights are spread nearby
To make this world a fearful scene.
Let's seek what causes all that cry
And replace it with smiling sheen.

How strange is man when sparks of hell
Provoke his hatred from inside,
And make it on his face reveal
The devil with its hateful pride?

The vicious sights have filled the world.
Let's light a lantern in the dark
And roam dark streets; we may behold
The ship which goodness will embark.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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YOU'RE MY HOPE AND LOVE.
A light has shone inside my heart.
I've loved it much and knelt to it
as it has given me a sight
I love to see that it exists.

It makes me think about the source
and feel so glad it's from the Lord.
His worth is high in my poor core
as He's become my only hope.

I've found Jesus in daily life
in those who suffer and keep quiet.
Despite all that they show their smile
lest those they love will be disturbed.

He's changed the earth's old attire
and dressed it with what is divine.
He's made His heaven start from here
to make us soothed with endless bliss.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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A CHURCH CONVERSION
How should one feel when an old church
is not left for Christians to preach?
They behold their ancient glories
are converted to old stories.

How can l endure? I'm Christian.
I observe our own depletion.
Turkey does that near our own eyes
and our hearts obviously defies.

We have nothing but eyes to cry,
looking up and asking the sky
to observe what happens on earth,
where the Christians have lost their warmth.
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POETRY  AND  LIFE

Trifle, trifle everywhere,
I wonder how people dare
to leave fire in their house
and blame for a meal a spouse.

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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CHILDREN AND HEAVEN

If you don't get like a child,
Paradise won't be your land.
Paradise will be your house,
If like children you rejoice.

Who can live the joy of Earth
Except children in their mirth ?
If you don't believe, ask self
Which days you love in your life.

Chocolate or a piece of sweet
Makes their joy full and complete.
Games in streets bring them great joy ;
This pure life's what they enjoy.

They feel no hate and love all ;
Minutes only end their brawl.
They give their food when they see
Beggars come near with a plea.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE WINGED VERSE

You are the steed that takes me far:
On earth, in space, or near the star.
No science fiction l write here,
But verse and its rhyme are my sphere.

I like to fly. What can l do?
My wings are short, nowhere can go.
Shall l stay where my land is bare
Or fly with verse where none can dare?

I float on oceans and the seas
And ride among the forest trees.
Sometimes, l probe the people's hearts
And share their secrets in those parts.

On such odd trips, none can compete.
They have no means and they retreat,
But verse can take me far away
Where no one can retrace my way.

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TOO LATE
My dear father, where are you ?
You are so far from my view.
Life has taken you so far.
Only God knows where you are.

Love of old comes back to me,
stirring chagrin mixed with glee
when l recall your past days
and your love with its soft rays.

Man can meet great men on earth
who enhance his love and mirth,
but their value he can't ken
till their faces get unseen.
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THE LORD REVISITS US.

God wished to come and visit us
To see His children in their house.
He came to stay just for some time
To show His care for their own home.

By chance, He came to where l pray,
A church l went to on Sunday.
He came in clothes so cheaply sewn
Like those He had previously worn.

He came to church where we were dressed
So richly and had finest scent.
When He came in, the crowd were shocked.
How could that Man come as He looked ?

He looked at them when they paid alms
How they paid them with proudest palms.
He was so sad for what He saw
And calmly as He came He drew.
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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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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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LOVE,  THE  BEST  PRAYER

You pray and think you do God's will
And deem you will in heaven dwell,
But if in love your heart is cold
Heaven won't be your coming world.

The world you seek is in your heart
Where God, His throne and peace has built.
There is your heaven and your dream
If love and peace from your heart gleam.

Your alms and prayers are so good;
They help to love and show the road
To love, to help and dry the tears;
Then you dwell in the world of cheers.

If you pray and that does not move
Your pity and your  heart's deep love,
Your prayers are not well addressed,
And their right way they have digressed.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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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

DEATH AND ETERNITY

The heart that God resides
Will live eternal life.
That man to heaven glides
To be of endless stuff.

But that who gets his joy
From what his flesh can give,
Will face a sly decoy
As flesh can't for long live.

Where is your might poor flesh
If you cannot resist
Cruel death and its strong mesh
That you can't flee its fist?

Supposed to trample death,
And live eternal life,
You should control your filth
That renders you its serf.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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.
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DON'T LEAVE ME.

Father dear, don't leave me;
My frail work's not enough.
Without you, l can't be
Happy in this hard life.

Without your strongest pull,
I can't stand on my feet.
I see life hard and cruel,
And ends with full defeat.

Like a child, my sole toy
Is held in your strong hand.
Life makes me weak and coy;
Have some ruth on Your child.

Please my Lord, don't leave me;
I don't know what to do.
I implore just to see
From your hand a small clue.

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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.

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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.
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PEOPLE OF LITTLE CARE
The truth of life asks man to strain
to grasp its words which are too blurred.
Though man is prompt to waste his time,
he gives it just a little while.

Where are the clouds that passed the sky
in previous years and left no marks?
Did they deserve to photograph
and keep their shapes in weeping eyes?

Are people passing just like them
at times they're tinted by the sun,
but often left to get too dark
and make the earth's noon like night?

Does not the truth of life deserve
to be more cared for by  the clouds
to find in it a better way
and make dry land have wetter days?
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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.

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SACRIFICE AND SYMPATHY
He was the Man who gained the souls
in every aspect of His life.
His foes were bigots and they wished
to **** Him and to please their God.

When Christ revived the dead, all felt
their greatest grief was changed to glee,
and people would attach to Him;
He should be killed with those who raised.

He did not fear what would occur
and cured the blind an raised the dead.
He loved to dry the tears and cool
the burning hearts that needed rest.

He knew the cross would wait for Him.
He kissed it as it cheered who wept.
Where are we from that sublime Man
Who died so that He would bring joy.
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DO WE THINK OF THEM?
Have you ever thought of those who live great fear
caused by illness that can fill their lives with scare?
They were healthy and they lived their normal lives;
now they live nightmares and fear the scalpel cuts.

Life was smooth and went with them from day to day.
They embraced their children whose young age could win
all their hearts, fond sight, and all that love could grant,
happy father, lovely mothers, children so well built.

How can life surprise in such a hateful way?
Has it lost its heart and replaced it with clay?
It was such a helpful hand of soft skin.
Now it's got the sharpest claws that will bring bane.

How can they enfold their kids to loving chest
while tears well from their red eyes and drip from chin?
Can you bear that sight, cruel life, and keep your heart
safe and sound, enjoying life and its delight?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHERE ARE THOSE PAST BELIEVERS?
I'm so hurt to see some Christians
are like those who mock my belief,
or conceited nonbelievers
seeking manias for strange conducts.

Christian faith could make old kingdoms
create their most splendid progress,
changing Europe to great countries
that could shine the torch of knowledge.

Where are we now from those people?
Europe's striding quickly backwards,
weakened by the gays that made it
countries of the old and white-haired.

Can those gays have their own children
and supply those who lift their banners?
Or they'll have them from the strangers
who will be their future rulers?
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A SIGHT FROM HEAVEN
Where is that great sight that my eyes seek ?
It is hidden in a place quite near,
but the flesh short_sighted eyes can't see
as the soul is what can see that sight.

When you see it, your heart will soon melt
and will live with it forgetting land
as the soul has spheres no flesh can reach.
It combines with souls of endless life.

Great is that sight that you can't leave it.
You can see a world with mystic eyes.
They can join the past with what will come
in a view that can give you delight.
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DON'T FIGHT BAD THOUGHTS; LIVE GOODNESS.
Sin is what you act so badly
just against those whom you value.
What do you expect or wait for
when you wrong your loving father?

Parents give their lives to children
and their love is void of hatred.
Love and hatred can't coexist,
same with dirt and best materials.

Thoughts of hatred bring disasters
even when you try to shun them.
If you want to live what's pleasant
with yourself just think of passion.

Fondness will produce what's noble.
Nobleness will make life lovely.
Roses blossom their own flowers;
they can yield what's in their nature.
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THE LOVE OF THE SOUL

I'm not aware of eyes or nose;
I'm not so fond of thoughts or form.
What makes me my heart and mind lose
Is that nice creature whose soul's warm.

That creature traps my heart though plain
As my eyes get blind to his shape.
What l care for is one big gain:
My soul with his yearns to escape.

They flee to where no eyes can spot,
Where no ears can hear what they say
And live_ far from the flesh and rot
The greatest joy of endless day.

No flesh can attain that warm glow
When two souls mix and their third's God.
They start their heaven from below
And both go up to upper ground.

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DON'T LET RESULTS DISHEARTEN YOU.
Christian faith is ease not anguish.
It reveals a high example.
Jesus shows us how we should be
and behave to be His blessed ones.

He would like us to be warriors,
to defend His creeds and teachings.
He was not afraid of fighting
even when it meant His torture.

He was counting on His Master,
Who conferred on Him great power.
All His gifts could give the spirits
which might not yield instant profits.

Christ could do what was perfection
but if failure bled His forehead,
He would say," l did my utmost;
the results come from my Father."
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WORK IS THE FATHER OF JOY.
What gives the cheerfulness of heart
except you, work, that my strength dare,
on that most thoughtful and dear verse
that could steal all my greatest care.

I started writing day and night,
but none of value could appear,
yet l was certain that my work
would give results my heart would cheer.

My labour was not gauged by wealth
but by expecting a surprise.
It was too late, but l was sure
that something would abruptly rise.

No jewels would confer a sign
but work would make me shun wrong deeds.
I kept on working, now l find
a sort of joy my feeling needs.
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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.
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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.

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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?
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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.

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HAPPIER THAN YOU IMAGINE
Is your love for those around you
just for some-time or forever?
If it's just for worldly periods
cruel is death for minded mankind.

How can you depart with all those
who have left you to your sorrow?
What can compensate that feeling
if no meeting is to follow?

What's your hope if you are walking
to a change that makes you nothing?
From mere nothing to another
never gives you satisfaction.

Man, you're walking to that pleasure
where you'll meet your sublime Father,
Who has made you for that rapture
to rejoin your dearest darlings.
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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.

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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.
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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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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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WHOSE MISTAKE?
My eyes have asked a lttle boy
who wept silently by a wall
why he is hiding secret tears
that let those he loves see his grief?

They kindly ask about the cause
and give him some consoling words.
He'll feel all right, and it will pass
with smiles that give the sweet repose.

His eyes rejoin, it's his mistake.
His marks at school are bad and those
he loves expect the best from him.
His hardest work give no rejoice.

He works so hard, not to be proud,
but please those dear who are around.
He loves them  much and want them glad
when they perceive their son is grand.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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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

WHICH IS FIRST?
Faith and sinless life, both can lead me
to the world where life is complete joy.
Faith in Him will make my life so great
and restore it from its hardest doom.

What can sinless life build me to thrive?
It can't change the world in which l live.
Just it saves me from most harmful qualms,
but it does not show the dreams l need.

My desire in this life is what
shows me that the end is jubilant.
Man is born to live a cheerful life,
only the Redeemer can provide.

This unequalled Lord has come to earth,
suffered on the cross to make us live.
When we have deep faith in such a Lord,
sins will disappear from our world.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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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.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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