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.
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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.

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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.
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THE START OF ETERNAL LIFE
You go through life and gather lots of deeds
whose details you can see with lots of pride,
but time is like a sieve that drops the trash,
and keeps your deeds quite safe in your old mind.

You see your deeds and their effects on those
who were with you, but some have left the world.
You miss those people and think of past facts,
exaggerated if they were not good.

Then you begin old age when inner life
is full of active force with idle flesh.
Here, you will start your heaven or your hell
as you are caught in conscience' hooks and mesh.

What is the start of heaven, but a voice
that takes you up to join the goodness' soul?
Your heart and mind will fly in cloudless sky,
where no black clouds that can your calm life spoil.
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A STUPID, OR A LUCKLESS MAN?
He has worked hard all his life to reach a goal,
and endured contempt from people and his friends.
He's pretended not to hear their spurning words,
hoping that the crown of gold on him will fall.

Time has passed and still his goal is far away.
He has spent a lot of time on that old dream.
His concern is not for coins which he now lacks,
but for drafts he has at home; he can't display.

Men of thought do not expect from those around
save a question, "What have you as bank accounts?"
When the rich open their mouths, the poor should hark;
men with brain should know that gold can speak aloud.
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SUPPLICATION

I need Your hand; l'm in a hole,
And darkness spreads its full control
To fill the ditch where l'm alone
And none would help or play that role.

Don't overlook my begging plea.
Your little help can set me free
From this cruel fate where l am thrown.
You still can bring back my passed glee.

No one but You can hear my shout;
You are the only One l spot.
I'm thrown here by a strong cyclone
And none but You can take me out.

Don't leave me; You are my last chance;
A little pull, and l can prance.
Don't leave me with my unheard groan
Hyenas then will feast and dance.

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THE FRUIT OF VICE

When man indulges in his vice,
And gives his flesh all what it needs,
Does not he think of its high price
When in his eyes his honour bleeds?

How can he meet the other folk?
Does not he look mean in his sight?
Does he accept himself to walk
Among who then appear so white?

I doubt if he can meet a friend
And shake his hand with that pure one.
All people will seem of pure trend
Except himself who has a stain.

He'll see himself a pile of dirt.
What has his vice endowed to him?
He deems he hides in his clean shirt,
And seeks a way out of his shame.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MY   WRITINGS
Some people's writings can be works of art,
great songs or what can fill the hearts with zest.
But here, my writings are what my soul lives,
seeking the place where it can find its rest.

My writings are not just some charming terms
that fit the tastes of those who like what's cute.
Although l do my best to dress them well,
I look for  thoughts that for sure my soul suit.

I pursue what can give my heart great ease
and live a tranquil life through what l feel.
I try to see the way that will lead me
to where l scan the end of good appeal.

I use the beauty that l see around
to get a notion that can match this end.
I like to build a castle for my soul,
which l can versus deep remorse defend.
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YOU ARE MY CHILD.
Why do you treat Me like the Lord,
Whom you fear and pay heed to meet?
Am l an emperor or judge
whom just to meet is what you fear?

I want Myself to be your dear,
just like your father or your mum.
You go to them with great delight
not frightened to make yourself clear.

How can you love the judge who sits
with majesty and will decide
the scaffold or to set you free?
You quiver when you see his sight.

Approach Me with your heart with glee.
I am your tender Mum whose eyes
will share your pleasure and your tears
and loves to keep you near her heart.
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THE  PRICELESS  PRESENT
Live for the present, my dear man.
Don't think of past days how they ran,
and took with them what they could take
to leave in your heart constant ache.

Don't live the future ere it comes
as its obscure days none fathoms.
It might be good as it is now,
but none its events can avow.

Live for the present, drink its wine
as time's mad chariot won't recline.
Just in a jiffy, you will be
too old to drink your wine with glee.

The present is the time of space
where no time with chariots to race.
Let your heart dance, and dance with it
as constant present brings delight.
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ARE THEY HUMAN BEINGS?
How can life beget some souls quite void
of emotions and give them man's form
to connect their flesh for *** then split
after getting their cheap needs like beasts?

Don't they feel when they relate two hearts,
nothing can sever what they have joined?
Sweetness rules their hearts and steals their love,
without which no joy of life survives.

How can one get joined with that sweat dear,
whose flesh can give them such lovely warmth
and go, leaving their hearts fully trapped
after spending minutes both adored?
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THE  PLANNED  DEEDS
I'd love to feel You more, my Brother in the sky.
You told Your mother that John is her son on earth.
You made all men Your kin, and as l'm one of them,
I'd love to feel You more, a brother and a friend.

My Lord, You are alive, and all the world is Yours.
It won't cost You a thing to give me just a touch.
This step will make me start my heaven from that point
and change my life from search to bliss of great delight.

I know how much You loved Your kin on this hard land.
You were the purest Man who dressed the vice of all
to make all men quite clean and live a happy life
while You, though pure and chaste, You died for dirt of men.

But all Your deeds are planned; perhaps You'd use my pen
to show the others how they can befriend their God.
You love all men so much. You would take them as friends,
and You use my dull pen to show the ways to ends.
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THE REAL JOY
Let love dwell in your heart, you live great joy;
a tender touch springs up and starts to grow
to make you feel the world in which you live
is such a glorious place that helps to give.

You feed a hungry man and feel how great
the satisfaction that has filled your gut.
You place a deprived baby in your bed.
You know how sweet when mother lulls her kid.

You visit an old woman who has lost
her husband and lives lonely in her hut.
You feel how joyful for you to regain
that lovely smile you bring to her again.
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JUST SELF TO BLAME

No one on earth l have to tell
Why l do this and don't do that
Except my heart that brings me hell
If it does not approve my act.

When l sit and review my past,
Recalling what l've done before.
I blame myself and feel aghast
How could my deeds land on that shore !

I look around and see my state
Which l have knit with my own hands.
Then l behold who find me great
Though l've brought them to such moor lands.

No one's obliged me but myself
To achieve or to come to none.
Now l can live great joy or grief,
Depending on what l have done.

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BUT STILL A WOLF
A newborn wolf was nursed by a tender sheep
and grew up a constant love to all their type.
When he got fully grown, he loved to live
with that who helped him in life to survive.

Two rams who saw him faithful to their herd
spoke kindly with him, but they were afraid
of his sharp teeth and his long, fearful claws
that could tear them to pieces in hot rows.

The poor wolf tried his best to show his love.
He warded off attacks, fierce wolves could shove.
He faced great danger just to gain their trust,
and get one of the herd that he loved most.

But still he was a wolf to those two rams,
who saw in him to their pride humbling slams.
A look at him would make them see his source,
a foe who was a fierce fiend to their house.
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IS LOVE GAIN OR PAIN?
If you have foes, in mankind's laws,
you hate their sight and you should fight,
but in Christ's faith, there is strange grace
which makes who hates live in the heart.

A foeman is dashing at you,
a dagger is in his right hand.
You will use strength to disarm him
but not to shed his furious blood.

Your anger may see him hostile,
but this will last till you are safe.
Once he gets weak, you will love him
and defend him paying your life.

Love is not pleasure; it is pain.
You see those whom you love so dear,
and dear ones are always fragile,
which gives great torture you can't bear.
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MY ONLY AIM
I look for You in merry dreams
as Your existence makes them bright.
My search can fill my heart with joy
because Your face is my delight.

I search for You within the day;
the sun is up and sends me light
to make my eyes and heart so pleased
when l expect to see Your sight.

I want to be alive since life
can yield the hope to spot Your face
as when l meet You l fulfill
the goal that makes me sing and dance.

I search for You and kindly ask
Your tender heart to do the same.
Man's trip is short and ere the end,
Your meeting is my only aim.
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LOVE ALL, BUT PARENTS FIRST.
Don't let your selfishness blind your poor sight.
There are a lot of things you have to see.
If parents are a bit angry with you,
it does not mean they prefer your strong kin.

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

Love all the people, but your parents first
and give them what you can of help and needs.
If it's too late and they have gone to rest,
direct your love to what they loved the most.
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THE STUPID AND THE WISE
Your heaven is the joy you live from now.
You live with perfect love and boundless joy
you can read in a notion from good rhyme
or action by a man you meet by chance.

Your heaven is the good heart that you have
which is the bliss of God, so full of love.
That love takes you to places few can reach
as people of this world have the wrong wish.

They wait for respect or a word of praise
to spread their feathers like peacocks when pleased.
That is the heaven of the stupid ****.
Perhaps it is expressed to jibe or mock.

The heaven of wise men, the endless sky,
that hides under a scene that reveals life,
might be great delight seen when a child eats
or joy when a babe sees his mother near.
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THE STORY OF MAN

What can man be?
He is an image that eyes see
Trudging on earth
After a cry that starts with birth
To reappear from time to time
And ends with that loud chime
When he departs to land so far,
So close to furthest star.

That's not the end.
He leaves on earth what can extend
For quite some time, on certain space.
He leaves a trace,
That Christ will see
Through eyes of people, you and me,
And gives that man a timeless lodge
That suits what he could drudge.
No one can erase what he draws;
He will submit to certain laws
That suit what he endows.

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PEOPLE AND ***

God gives organs that attract the eye.
They help for your boon; them dignify.
Those great beauty sites God gives a cause:
Life on earth to keep, and love impose.

How can you use them for ****** aims
By pretence of true love that one claims?
True love is between two souls God joins
Making them one being, not sinning *****.

Two perform an act that lasts a bit.
Each goes his own way, and they are split.
Pledge on one joined life stays just for short.
Where can love exist in this import?

Do they play a constant tune as one,
Or perhaps new mates can bring more fun?
*** is bliss of God for giving life
Not brief joy to please, with harm too rife.

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THE MEANING OF LIFE
You want to live, depend on self
as each has problems in his life.
Can you help others to survive
while you can scarcely stay alive?

Each does not know where his success
resides as life has lots to face.
It's like a wheel that's turning round;
it takes you up, then to the ground.

What's your outcome in life's exam?
Each does his best for a grand aim.
I can't ask you to leave your pen
and help a friend to get his ten.

One thing l ask as life is hard,
and we all live on callous land.
Let's all join hands to find a cause
that gives a sense to our lives.
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THE CELESTIAL MIRTH
A poet not so pleased with men and ground
raised up his eyes and looked at distant skies.
He grasped a thought just like an angel white
that charmed his heart and brought him great delight.

The angel was so pure, a simple nun,
so clean of heart and far from worldly whims,
obsessed with what was good for tortured men
and eager to endow the touch of Christ.

He found himself so cleaned of worldly dirt
that stuck to him from gluey desert sweat.
He felt a shower of the morning dew
did wash away the squalor of his world.

He was so pleased with what he sensed above,
the purest longing and the deepest love
that carried him to profound, pleasant thoughts
without what fouls the earth and spoils its mirth.
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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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YOU JUDGE YOURSELF.

Old age, you come as a strict judge
To give the verdict you can't fudge.
You look at past events and deem
What was of value or brought harm.

You think of periods drifted fast.
How quickly, you will get aghast.
You think of actions or past norms
To give your verdict final forms.

This verdict either will give you
A hell or heaven in your view.
Heaven and hell start from the earth.
They grow as your flesh loses strength.

As your strict judge is your pure soul
Old age allows it to control.
At last, your flesh gets weak and dies
And your soul soars up and flies.

It gets the sole judge as it is
A part of God in paradise.
God gives the soul, but flesh has mind
When young, your mind can life decide.

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LOVE AND PAIN

You are sore loss; you are not gain.
What can you bring but endless pain ?
You see who is loved weak and frail,
Which makes sad thoughts your heart assail.

That person gets dearer than life.
You give him all, yet not enough.
You feel you must give him much more
And your defects start to deplore.

How full is life of ups and downs.
You live a ***** to keep his crowns.
At times, you can't achieve that aim
And live the hell of endless blame.

Your life gets nothing in your eyes.
You wreck it just to build blue skies
And make whom you love great joy live,
Not minding what pain you receive.

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I PITY YOU!
Pilot, you had nerve break down
after having thrown that bomb
which had killed so many lives
and had deformed many more.

What could happen to your mind
and to your most distressed soul?
Could a new start bring you hope,
or you caught Iscariot's hand?

What is life if old age gets
encircled inside a gaol,
remorse builds its fearful walls
and no hope to bring it light.

Soldier, if you think your shot
will deprive some kids and mum
of the father whom you ****,
you will think of it a lot.
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THAT'S WHY WE LIVE .

As long as you live, smile to life.
It is enough that you can breathe.
The breath will give you what's enough
To think about what makes you blithe.

Why don't you think about good health
That God gives you to life compose;
Why don't you chant and make your mouth
Just acknowledge what He bestows.

Think of the beauty in the streets,
The girls that dance in their light steps,
The little children whose laugh greets
The ears to give life new concepts.

Think of the mothers and their kids,
The fathers who find joy in work.
Think of the second life God builds
To grant you joy of highest rank.

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HE DID MORE AFTER HIS DEATH.
Where were You, Christ? So quickly died!
Where were the people who You loved?
All what You did came to its end
and You were placed in Your tomb dead.

How could that Person's name revive
and fill the world with such great love?
There is a secret in all that.
That secret has filled all the world.

That Man could do after His death
much more than what He'd done before.
He came back and left His dark tomb.
How can that happen to a man?

He proved Himself that He was God,
and no tomb could contain His blood.
He told all people they would live
as man had life to stay alive.
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HE LEFT EMPTY-HANDED.
A wise man once had got so rich,
and gathered tanks of gold at home.
He asked his sisters once a year
to rub the gold and find the sum.

He was respected by all men
as he helped all who had a need.
He spent on people quite a lot
despite all that his gold increased.

The city and the countryside
respected him for his great wealth.
He did his best to gain their love,
but gold moved their hearts and their breath.

He wrote in his will ere he died
to make two holes in his coffin,
and stretch out his hands one each side
to show he left with nothing in.
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I WANT TO BE CLEAN.

How much l would like to go up
And wade through high clouds that are white.
I get so clean in heart and shape
And have a pure mind then to write.

I long to see my soul so pure
As dirt disturbs my heart and soul.
It instigates the sense of fear
And morale in me wastes its goal.

Clean clouds if l can't go to you
Change into fog and come to land.
I rush and wash in your clean dew
And dry myself with desert sand.

I'll do all just to be as clean
As angels in my Lord's pure sky.
Then l will have a tranquil brain
When down your cross l stand to cry.

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GOD  OR  MAN ?

To whom shall l give ear, to God or man ?
I want to flesh and soul great joy to plan.
We have just one short life; none wants to waste,
But lives in full and gets what is the best.

How can l hark to man who works for self
To gain himself a throne that lasts long life
And neglect what l can clearly behold
The deeds of God that led Him to His rood ?

Those deeds were done for me; that was so clear,
Which makes them send a voice l clearly hear ;
It moves in me a call l can't neglect
As it has on my heart a great effect.

It affects me to seek what can me soothe
And dress my heart with silk so soft and smooth
To satiate the deep love l have in heart
That nothing can requite except one light.

That light can soothe my heart to go up high
And from there l can live the life in sky
Where love is deep and pure and has no stint,
So no man can it teach but the Lord's feat.

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THE PERMANENT JOY
Thoughts are sparkling in my mind to tell me that
life to come is not apart from present life.
Live inside with Jesus' love and those great saints;
you will be in life to come just from this half.

Pray to Jesus in your heart and live with Him,
making Him your closest friend all your day long.
You will find yourself in heaven not on earth
and you gain the high morale that makes you strong.

Joy is not what flesh can give for shortest time,
but it comes from gleams of thoughts that takes you up,
where you live the joy of life that will remain,
filling your rejoicing heart with constant hope.

Nothing but the greatest love the heart desires.
It's the goal that satisfies the searching soul.
Only when we feel the Shepherd is quite near,
then we feel the secure life come from His call.
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MAN'S  FIRST  ENEMY

Like bees, they sting and then they die ;
Men know their fate but can't pass by.
A man stings too, then by remorse
Is killed and destroyed with his force.

What drives a man to this sharp pain ?
It can't be but a sordid bane
That burns his heart and his morale
And thrusts him to drown in his bile.

By instinct, man to life adheres
Despite his pain and loathsome years.
What forces man to use his sting
Though death lurks near to cheer and sing ?

He fears his death but still fears more
To lose his pride that he lives for.
He deems that his pride should come first
Or sides with death when it is lost.

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NO SPACE FOR DOUBT
What's the use of earning lots
of the precious gold and coins?
Then, you leave them and descend
where all will be changed to earth.

What's the profit to become
one of those who rules the world?
Then you leave your great empire
and alight inside your grave.

What's the gain if you are loved
by the women of your town
and they cry for your sad fate,
but the coming is that hole?

Give me, Lord, the hope of life
with my Father and great Lord,
making life and afterlife
great delight with that great end.
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THE OPPRESSIVE FATHER
How cruel you are when you impose your rules
on your most joyful house and make it hell.
Your children and your wife, even the guests
will forget singing and will learn to wail.

How can you live when you behold the crowd
are full of distress just for your mad pride.
You live the pride of satan when he left
the kingdom of pure light to hell abide.

Their pure and simple hearts were glad to live
the joy of what was good in its supreme.
You've changed the scene to make them now endure
the dirt of what is bad to live your dream.

Who tells you that your house is just for you.
You've got a wife, who's left her parents' house.
You have two boys who want to live their lives.
The place is not just yours though you're the boss.
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CAN YOU SURVIVE HOPELESSNESS?
I feel surprised how man enjoys
the food he eats, the spring cool breeze.
How does he like to promenade
along the coast or round the town?

We relish food when we are sure
that days will bring good news and joy,
the sun will give its splendid rays,
the moon will be quite round and bright.

We get disheartened when the sun
Is hidden in the writhing clouds.
The moon disperses its faint rays
through clouds that threaten to downpour.

How can you, man, relish your time
and you perceive you are a dude
whose end will be that nasty grave,
the land of worms that you can't swat.
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THE MOTHER EARTH'S LESSON
You're whirling in the space of endless size.
How kind of you, dear earth, not to be free.
You're tied to our sun and other force
It's kind of them to grant you that safe course.

I love you, earth. You are my caring home
and mother that've  taught me a lot of things.
You've taught me to be kind and care for all
above all, to be wise and have a string.

When l imagine you're quite free to move,
I find you won't be fit for life and love.
No creatures can **** life from your dear *******
and no eyes in the sky to give you light.

You've taught me with your motherly wise care
not to be free but bound to something sure.
that will make my tied kite so nicely soar,
enjoying soft breeze which lifts it high.
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THE SPIRIT OF CREATION AND NEGATION
Our Lord has clearly shown us two main groups
as there are two chief powers in the world:
that which constructs, and that which will destroy.
We have to choose which side we belong to.

There is the side which builds as He has built
the universe and made its stars and moons.
The other side will strike a rock with rocks
and **** the dinosaurs and what was near.

There are the hands that stab and deform life,
that begin wars and **** a lot of men,
and hands that cure the eyes and raise the dead.
They stop the wars and build long peace instead.

There are some people who choose ***** gold.
They can't pass through the narrow needle's eye,
and rich men who help the ill and the old,
not for securing heaven but for love.
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BUT I WILL RETURN.
What are you, thoughts,
but like what can be brought
by gazing eyes that look
at smoke that comes from frankincense
to charm my eyes
and fill my heart with piety?

I inhale some of your
entwining curves that rise
to Whom they are addressed
and l can live with Him in His high lodge.

It's easy for them to lift me.
At times, they might be strong
and take me far too high
to spheres which are so sweet.
But l should keep in mind
I will return
and find myself in that old world
which is so rife with plots and nasty schemes.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WOMAN  AND  JUSTICE
Where is justice in this life where muscles rule,
and your muscles are not on your arms and legs
as you can't battle with man whose arms are strong;
power resides in your heart and in your brain.

Misdeeds lead you to be slain and lose repute,
whereas he who shares your sin twirls his moustache.
Like a peacock he outspreads his feathers, pleased
while you turn to broken glass out of repair.

You exhaust yourself outside your waiting house,
and return to wash the clothes and cook the meals.
Kids must be in their attire clean and neat,
or you are accused of careless attitude.

You work outdoors and indoors to please your spouse,
who should be proud of the kids who have his name.
All that happens and sweet justice is avowed
all the people on this globe are well endowed.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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GOD'S ART IS ETERNAL .
How could, without a helping hand,
the earfh exist and life expand?
How can the love, we deeply feel,
reduce through death to total nil?

Could that Big Bang occur alone  
without a hand to draw its plan?
Could souls in first cells  build themselves
without a force to start their lives?

The world must have a great First Cause
Who made it start and then repose
as love must have a hand to stir
and in that warm state will endure.

That hand must be of endless strength
and won't allow that nil or death
to spoil its deeds in a cruel way
which brings to naught its great display .

This mighty hand l call my God.
I don't know what by you it's called.
He showed Himself in His great art;
the Artist came as Jesus Christ.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE MOTHER AND HER CHILD
My little child, l love you much.
I cannot live without your touch.
I am the soil; you are the plant.
Your roots are inside my fond heart.

I want you, dear, to grow so high,
to kiss the clouds to reach the sky.
I give you all the sap to grow
though l am staying down below.

I feel so glad when l look up,
but sight can't help me to that top,
where your sweet eyes look down at me,
but those loved eyes l cannot see.

Go up; don't care for me, my dear.
Your roots are still recalled so near.
When l miss you, l ask my heart
to hug your roots and calm my sight.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PRIDE AND REALITY
Some people's hands are dipped in boiling oil.
They suffer quite a lot but are too proud.
They deem that pride is all that they should have
as they have nothing except their hauteur.

They know they have no skills and nothing good
and goodness is what builds the stair to heights.
They look down at deep hell and there they find
their scanty skills can go as all is low.

But though they know that boiling oil is pain,
they prefer that to acknowledging loss.
They discard thawing hands in that hot pan
but attach to the pride that brings them down.

The spirit of negation feeds their boast
and neglects all what wise creation builds.
The devil kens his life is complete loss,
but can't admit it as his pride rules all.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ARE PEOPLE EQUAL?
Where are the people who see life
is full of charm that's crime to waste?
There is something hidden somewhere
that makes a person satisfied.

But where is that most obscure gem
and how can we advance to it?
So few can know. It's well concealed,
but it will cheer who finds that wealth.

The jewel's your effect on men,
and making them so pleased with selves.
Look for this target that quite few
can find and practise on mankind.

A lot of people are humane;
they can achieve what makes them stars.
Be that who've helped them; God tells you,
"You are great, son; l'll give you more."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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RESURRECTION, THE UNIQUE ACT
I'm so glad You stayed so short
in the grave, then came back soon,
filled our hearts with greatest mirth
with a deed just you can do.

None could think you would return
to reveal rebirth above,
giving man the greatest hope
that could prove You are the Son.

Man was thrilled when you returned
and so pleased for his own life.
Then, we live on earth to start
happy life with God once more.

Cheer up, man, you come to earth
not to grieve and live in fear.
Death has no vigour on you
as Jesus has vanguished it.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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TRUE  LOVE

True love is just charity like
Should be quite silent and not talk.
What your right gives should not be known
By your left hand or anyone.

When charity speaks with loud voice,
It's not a dole but show off choice,
And love just follows the same case;
If you outspeak, you'll love debase.

Love should be known just between two
The third is God Who's close to you.
Don't let a fourth side interfere
As then, your love won't be sincere.

Whatever occurs you should solve
Between the two and third above.
If fourth gets in, you lose a lot,
And first of all your trust will rot.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HOW GLAD THEY MUST BE!
I was enraptured by a song
sung by a chanter of years passed.
I thought about that who performed
if he'd fulfilled his task in life.

The song was praising serious love
that was of pure and sincere sense.
I felt elated by his words
that moved good feelings in my heart.

I felt so glad for this clean man
who sang something of useful aims.
He praised his Lord for His good world
and now, he should be well content.

How pleased are those who achieved what
was great and useful for mankind.
They lived so active useful years
and now, they're glad about past deeds.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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I PITY THOSE WHO KILLED THEIR SAVIOUR.
The Shepherd could not stay afar
from His poor flock as it was weak,
but weakness at times causes harm
when it kills That Whose hands redeem.

He came to save the lambs whose skin
was flayed by pains that were acute.
They saw He was so kind and soft;
they killed Him in a way too brute.

He showed them love that never dies.
They showed Him how the thieves were killed.
He saved their skin; they flogged His own.
He had good will; they had the worst.

He pitied those most ruthless hearts.
He shouted ere His soul was freed,
"Forgive them, Father, they don't know
that their own Saviour they have killed."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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