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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WHY DO I LOVE JESUS?
You may ask me why l have faith in Jesus Christ.
The answer is because He makes me live delight.
I've read a lot about all types of human beings,
but Jesus is unique. He loved who caused Him pain.

He saw in that who pierced His heart with pointed spear
a man who did not know what his right hand had done.
He forgave him and asked His Father to forgive.
When man just tastes this love, how can he throw it out?

His heart felt man with depth and cried his fear and pain
and sympathized with him in his mirth and and his gloom.
He makes me see all men through His most profound way,
which makes my life so full of mirth and joyful depth.
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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THE ROPES TO HER

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

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

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

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

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

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 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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE ECHO OF DEEDS

This life is just an echo of
What you dispatch of vice or love.
You send a call through mountain dale,
And get the answer, curse or hail.

Don't send a curse; you will receive
What hurts or what your heart can cleave.
What you send with your voice you gain
As echo can your voice return.

Don't say the span of this dale's wide
If soon or late returns your sound.
If it's a curse your ears will get
And send it to hurt your own heart.

You may say life will take me long.
It may, but won't forget your wrong.
Your deed returns as echo does
And opens past wounds and reminds.

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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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.
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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THE MAN YOU'LL CERTAINLY LOVE
I see in Christ a man so kind
and on the cross a thief observed,
"We've done a lot of shameful acts;
that man has none that calls for shame."

One of the thieves in despair said,
"If you're the Christ, why don't You save
Yourself and us from this harsh fate."
That's what a normal man would want.

Christ did not ask the Lord for help
to **** all those who caused Him pain.
If He'd been someone else, He would
have asked to **** those heartless foes.

He asked His Father with last breath
to forgive those who brought Him death
as they did not perceive their guilt.
That's how He shunned Himself self-blame.
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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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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THEY ARE STILL BABES.
Life is rich in what it gives
everyone what suits his mind.
Let me enjoy those great gifts
not minding what people have.

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

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

Babes, young babes, we know you are
still too young and we excuse.
Try to grow out of that quirk
ere you destroy all and self.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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TOO MEEK THOUGH HUGE
Where are we heading for with this progress?
The kings could **** and give dear lives to men.
With feudal lords, they could possess the land
and all the people with their planted grains
they ploughed and watered, yet they starved to death.

They fought and raved to reach their rights to live.
A lot of heads were kicked like ***** on fields
till men could find the spark that lit their way
and that gunpowder of the freedom day.

Democracy was gained, but tricks were born,
and science came to light what can destroy
the whole earth with the genes that could bring men
and send them where the dinosaurs were sent.

Poor dinosaurs, you were too meek though huge.
Your earth was wrecked when your space was in rage,
but though man is too small in size, he can
destroy his earth with his dark fumes and shells.
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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REAL STRENGTH IS LENIENT.
Strength, you are a sublime feeling
that surprises thoughtful people.
When a person is so brawny,
he will have the kindest nature.

Power makes a giant pity
weakest creatures and forgive them.
He will cry despite his power
as revenge for him is painful.

Nothing makes the strongest heroes
surrender except their passion.
They will fear their severe sorrow
to endow them lots of torment.

When the hit is truly hurting,
you should know that its performer
is a weakling and a coward
and he strikes for his survival.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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."
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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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.
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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I WONDER HOW THEY CAN.
A girl that does not know the trip she has in life
for me is like a bud forced to a world of frost.
I look at her and think of what her road will hide,
which makes my heart go soft and rue the heartless world.

I yearn to catch her hand and hide her from soft rain.
It's head can't keep straight up under the weight of dew.
I seek a way to hide her where it's safe and warm.
I cry when l see her with thornless stem she stands.

How can cruel egoists pluck her for just a smell
and throw her in the mud to face that fate alone?
Am l a stupid man or are they made like beasts
whose hunger has the word to **** the frailest lamb?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A FOETUS' COMPLAINT
I thought the womb would be the safest place,
and l would be so pleased with my dear mum.
I did not know that fathers would conspire
with mothers to commit such a grave crime.

The doctor with the nurses dressed in white
as angels of white mercy joined the two.
Could you believe that mothers shared the plot
while l imagined mothers loved their babes.

The doctor with his group cut my soft flesh.
What had l done to suffer such a fate?
I was not stunned by doctors and their groups,
but by my parents who killed their own child.
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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BOTH ARE PURE.
What can be purer than a child ?
He has a heart so clean and white .
The snow that covers mountain peaks
is senseless and is not as clean.

A man's heart is as pure and soft;
the weak and pure are perfect twins.
Their father is the love of life
and mother's gaining this dear gem.

The child cries loudly when in fear
and resorts to his mother's skirt.
The man, when afraid of near death,
refuges to his Lord's calm shrine.

Attacked, a child will shout and scowl
to show his might and his great wrath.
Insult a man and you will see
his shouting, anger, and his strength.
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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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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THE GREATEST MIRACLE OF ALL
God showed the truth that He wants man to know,
the truth that makes man's life so full of glee.
God came to show us that He had Christ's form
to show Himself to man in His own Son.

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

Jesus has shown us how so great man is
that He has taken his own mind and form,
and came to us to show how man can reach
the great perfection through great deeds like Christ's.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MAN IS FASTER THAN THE STARS.
Where are you taking us, mysterious time ?
You have the slowest change compared in life .
You burn your heat and light that move in space,
and have a little change we scarcely trace.

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

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

How are you moving stars, and how does man
Progress from state to state in such short time ?
Each man feels that he is the core of space.
Have pity on his heart and slow his race.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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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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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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WHEN THE SOUL LOVES
My love is greater than my mind can bear.
I see whom l love weak, which calls my tear.
I rush to help but feel ashamed of nagging eyes
that show my weakness though my smile tries
to hide that shameful tear that never lies.

My soul is full of love, Platonic kind,
that involves depth of heart and thoughtful mind.
I love through endless soul whose love is deep,
and ties two souls to reach a height so steep.

I speak with someone dear, and find my soul
embracing her sweet heart with love so cool,
so far from worldly touch but full of sense
that descends from the sky , the great love source.

All people are so dear if black or white
as they have touched my soul, my mind and heart.
I love it whenl hear they're coming near
and thoughts of getting far can raise my fear.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

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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DON'T SEEK JUST MY GLORY!
The door is knocked. Who can He be?
Can you imagine He's the Lord?
If you expect the Lord  Himself,
you'll be surprised and really shocked.

A lot of times you've heard Him say,
"I am the poor, l am the weak.
I am whose pain is kept inside,
but my crushed heart is shedding tears.

"Don't you remember when l walked
along the way where they transfixed
My bleeding body on the cross?
I was like who knocks at your door.

"I stand with him from all My heights
as in his need l live with him.
That who does not feel Our wounds,
I won't call on him in My cheers."
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ONLY THERE?
Where are those people whom l love,
who made my life so full of joy?
I looked for them in their past sites
but could not find them sitting there.

They were so kind to us as kids
and gave us then what could us please.
Despite all that they were so cruel
when they departed leaving all.

I loved to sit with their dear friends
to hear the stories that could well
the tears that made me feel ashamed
but pleased my heart that urged for more.

I asked those friends where l could look
to have reminders of those dears.
They said nowhere except your heart
whose tears will give you great delight.
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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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A BLESSING OR A CURSE ?
Intellect, you are sublime bliss
that can clear our way to solace
all the human beings who are near,
making them much loved and quite dear.

We begin to love our own kids
whom we serve and give all main needs
from the time they are in the womb,
making it a splendid, smooth home.

You can make a mum a Satan,
who can hate her fetus, her son,
changing it into dead *******
for some pleasure and mean relish.  
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WHAT CAN BE DONE?
I was a child in that warm house,
too weak and young, but there were two,
who were so kind and gave me all
to make my way a lovely stroll.

When l was bored, they brought me toys.
When l was scared, they stood beside.
I'm made of flesh and profound soul.
They cared for both and gave me mirth.

I grew up and my mind's begun
to look for whom the spirit heeds.
l can't be left to face my thoughts
that fear the vagueness of the rest.

Where can one find the needed help?
Can we be pleased to close our eyes?
What happened ere now will occur.
Can you trust your dear life to that?
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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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THEY AREN'T INFERIOR.
The days that passed attract our sighs.
They bring some tears that fill our eyes.
The folk who lived in those past days
were great at what they used to say.

They were so perfect in their deeds,
so full of wisdom and of wit.
They were so kind and full of might
and able to create that past.

We speak for long about their acts
as we have missed their lovely sight.
We don't compare with open mind
them with those who are living now.

Why don't we look at who are near
and see their goodness and their charm.
They are so great but have one fault:
they are quite close and still nearby.
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 CHOICE
Your hands can gather quite a lot of gold
but does your heart accept what you have robbed?
Your clever muse can write a lot of verse
but don't you fear its effects on the crowd?

Your thoughts can bring some embers from deep hell
and paint their pictures to some eager eyes,
but that would spoil the pure hearts and the souls
and bring you remorse for such serious crimes.

It's easy to cheat those who trust your skills
and are so quikly lost in your dark maze
but when they wake up from their nasty dreams
they hate you more than you can recognize.

I'd love to be so poor, and beg my food
and lose my money and my precious fame,
but have a tranquil mind that hasn't hurt
or destroyed someone who'll send me a blame.
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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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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CHRISTMAS
The earth is doomed by what we call an end,
and so is man, who moves towards his tomb.
Man lives in search for knowledge and intent.
The holy Child is born to make them known.

The Lord, Who makes the world, wants us to ken
Who is the Lord, Whose words all men obey.
He comes to earth, a Child in that poor crib:
a Child in form but in His soul the Lord.

He comes to die so soon to show that death
for Him is nothing as His soul's alive
and even in His flesh He shines again
to reassure all men of their grand end.
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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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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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A PART OF ME                   trochee
Past events, you came and went like yesterday,
but you left what l miss much and crave to see.
I was not so glad with all your past results,
but you are so dear and prized, a part of me.

I adore that person though he was so cruel.
Past events can blind themselves to all the harm
and invoke great love in me for acts and men,
Yielding what can bestow me the happy dream.

What is now but coming past of coming years?
Who are you, the man who spoils what l do now?
You will be so precious to my heart and soul,
why not love your deeds from now, and end my row?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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