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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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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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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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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MAN AND WAR
What are you, war, but a raw sore
that itches those who can't escape.
They're driven like the sheep to die.
unable their complaints to bleat.

Man is created not to die
while he is in the state of sin.
He tries to **** a man unknown.
Does not that lead him to his hell?

And why all that? It's just to please
big bellied kings and their high rank
commanders who are senseless men
hidden quite safely shouting, "Fire".

The kings and their men will get old
and die as heroes nonpareil.
The soldiers die young and they're thrown
in holes of unknown soldiers' graves.
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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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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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHERE'S THE JOY OF LOVE?
Love's not to exploit but give
what you have or even more
as your aim is to behold
whom you love is full of cheer.

Life for you will have one aim
not to live it for yourself
but to make that whom you love
see what's charming in it's folds.

Life gets hard for you to live.
Where is joy that love can grant?
There's no joy you chase for self
but for whom you fear their sighs.

Love is not a piece of sweet
that confers on you delight.
It's a burden causing pain
through it's harshness lurks your heights.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WOULD YOU BEFRIEND YOUR ANALOGUE ?

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

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

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

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

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DEARER THAN SELF
How can man begin true love
if he knows that he will die?
He's involved in deepest sense
which controls his tender heart.

How can one connect himself
with a person and then goes,
leaving her and going far
with no hope to meet again?

Man is soft and can't depart
neglecting whom he adores.
There's no meaning for his life
if he starts but can't remain.

Love exists to stay alive,
or it burns where it resides.
Only heaven makes us sure
man won't suffer after death.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE MAUSOLEUM OF THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER
Napoleon, you have such a name
that books of life are so proud of .
Those who built that name died like rats .
No one can know their daring acts.

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

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

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

THE  STRONGER  FIRST
The stronger always show their true love first.
They are most often stirred by charm and ruth.
The weaker can accept the strong ones' love,
or find that life without it will be mirth.

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

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

My Lord, You are the stronger, and you came
to open us the gate of Your high sky.
At Christmas, You came, and at Easter rose.
You've drawn the way and with You we comply.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CHRISTMAS
So great is life to have such God,
Who's all the goodness when it's full.
He is the supreme of what's good,
what is quite perfect and sublime.

We lack perfection on the earth
and always ask to meet with it
to give us power and delight.
He showed Himself to us as man.

We've felt surprised just from the start,
at His birth, early life and mind.
His love astonished who saw Him
present His blood and heart as food.

How don't we celebrate the birth
of that ideal love Who died
to save who killed Him while He smiled
as He loves us to be all saved?
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.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HONOURED LOVE
When love is true you can't keep it away from heart.
It gets the tune that gives a lot of joy to life.
You find yourself required to see it grow and bloom
and make the earth a step to build an endless life.

You do all what you can to see your dear rejoice.
You pray for dawn to be so gentle in its morn,
to touch your dear with rays that make her love her days
and see her life so sweet, so full of great delight.

At dusk and after that, you turn the moon so bright
so that her way gets clear and she likes her night-walk.
Her sleep will get so cool with none to peep at her
save that high-hanging lamp that brings her happy sights.

No *** can be true love in value and esteem
except when man can build what can remain and last.
Disgust and dirt can bring what soon will pass away.
What can remain is what the lasting souls construct.
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THE ONLY HOPE
I sat at my own desk feeling great fear
of earthly life and where it would lead to.
I found nothing was sure about this life
which was an empty road towards a copse.

Around me l saw none that would give cheer,
not even those dumb, ruminating beasts.
Their food was queer; none else were there but rocks
that were unthoughtful and completely staunch.

Nothing except a puff of wind passed by.
It did not tell me what its purpose was.
From where it came to where it blew some leaves.
No glimpse it could unfold about that copse.

I walked towards that spot led by a bird
which was snow white and filled me with delight.
That bird could sing a song that was so strong
and had a tuneful sound that fit my mind.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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FUN AND SUCCESS

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

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

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

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

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE HOPELESS ONES
The cheerful dawn casts light on all mankind
and sows the seeds of hope in their ploughed fields.
Among the people are some luckless ones
whose fields aren't ploughed as they lack needed charm.

The girl whose face and legs have matchless lure
can have a gentleman who's tall and smart.
But those who are deprived how can they cope
with what they have in hands to hunt life's joy.

They look from far and moan their own bad luck
and weep to see their life's a horrid scene.
Can such ****** hearts taste love and feel delight
or just they look and sigh for how they seem?
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WHEN HEARTS CRY
The streets on which my father walked
long time ago to reach his work
are dear to me and call my heart
to shed its inner tears unseen.

Some parts of them are wholly changed
but not inside my wistful mind.
I still recall how they were then
The unchanged sites can me remind.

I miss the persons; they're still dear
as they were when l could not deem
to part with them when they were here
but add to that the work of time.

As they have left, my heart is squeezed.
I miss them and l have no hope.
Since l can't see them anymore,
I can't leave where they loved to live.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HE BEGS FOR MORE.
A bomb exploded just beside.
A man lost one eye but could see
a boy was crying as his arm
had just a cut, but cried with fear.

The man went straight to help the child
and left himself with none to aid.
He cared for him while his eye bled,
but he ignored his blood and pain.

A girl saw him and was surprised.
"He has a little cut," she said.
"while you have lost your bleeding eye.
Why don't you try to save yourself?"

"In him, l see a little boy,
who relishes his start of life.
He loves its taste and begs for more.
His tears provoke my heart to cry."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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I DID NOT KNOW HE LIVES THERE.
How can you, man, look for the fearless life
on land where time is flying, holding you
intending to throw you in seas of death
where whales receive you with their opened mouths?

There is no hope except in Him who makes
the people all and has the source of joy,
but where is He? I don't know where to find
His smile that fills my heart with endless hope.

After long search, l've found him in the hearts
of every person who does not know Him.
I've given succour to those tearful eyes
and got from them my long lost aim and glee.

How could l know that poor and homeless kids
with those old men who sleep on pavement sides,
together with the drunkards none respects
could have the Lord of lords inside their hearts?
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CAN LOVE BE ANSWERED BY DUTY?
You are my freedom from myself.
You want me free and void of care
as when l seek to keep the laws,
I won't be of Your light aware.

Your precious rays inside my heart
will clarify Your precious love.
How can't l see myself so grand?
You've died for me my life to save.

Few mums and dads can do Your deed.
They get so great in books and tales.
Deep love can bear all kinds of pain
so that the loved one never fails.

You've shown me, Christ, the place l have
in Your soft heart and You're my God.
My answer can't come through the rules,
but love with love must be exchanged.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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THE TWO HALVES

I love what joins and brings two near
And makes them live in closest sphere.
I love *** as it joins two souls
And makes them one that love installs.

How great is *** when it joins two
And gives them deep love nice and true,
Not for a period, but for life
And even in the afterlife.

Each completes what the other lacks,
And both reach highest secure ranks
Where they feel complete by themselves
And nothing lacks for which man strives.

Each forms a half whose heart much yearns
To quench its thirst whose heat it burns
Till he encounters his lost half,
Leaves all and finds that half's enough.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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QUEEN  LUCY
The heart of gold attracts the young and old
as purest love gets these two groups involved.
The truest love has roamed from east to west;
the old and young could mostly it arrest.

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

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

I haven't seen a doctor who shed tears
apart from you, who share your patients' fears
and do your best to see them well again.
That's why they call you Lucy, our queen.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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HE IS THE ONLY ONE.
A cave so deep and dark with a clear start
has got a spot of light at its far end.
That end presents the dawn of something new
from which the spot of light shows what's obscure.

Deep darkness is the cave on right and left.
It makes the coming spot of light too blurred..
Man yearns for some more light to make it clear
as thoughts alone cannot foretell the view.

What is the use to enter that dark cave
and start this life without assured results?
Can we go through the spot of light and then
come back to life from that deep grave of gloom?

No one who enters it can then return
as there is nothing but an endless fall.
The only Man, Who died and lived again,
is He Who showed His men that life will win.
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WHERE ARE WE HEADING FOR?
How can a person plan behind
another one who quite ignores
the dirt of his conspiracy
to cause him wounds and great distress?

Great honour started when man loved
who hated him and planned his harm
as he would wish to shun remorse,
which was hell fire felt in hearts.

Then, foes were used to being supplied
with equal swords, no hidden blades.
It was disgrace to fight a man
who's not equipped with equal shields.

But now, it is the greatest shame
to clash with one on equal terms,
without a plot to steal his arms
ere you intend to start the fight.
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A CITY REVISITED
That city was my most admired one
when l saw there my uncle and his son,
and my aunt was so kind to cook her meal.
It was her pleasure with her guests to deal.

All those nice people loved me as a child
and formed the city where l would abide.
I went last year to find their homes were closed.
I felt it was not any more my world.

What are you, places, but what people make.
A city void of kin will cause me ache.
You can send me to the deserted moon
with whom l love and they make it Eden.
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THEY  ARE  ONE  SUN .
You are the source of warmth and glorious light.
The warmth and light are joined through splendid rays.
You fill the space, and light the skies and moons.
Without the three of you, no life we view.

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

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

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

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE CHARM OF WEAKNESS
I saw my father walking in the street.
I viewed in him a person not so strong.
I loved him much, so much more than before
When l saw him the power of my home.

How dear a mother finds her new born babe,
so small and weak and he has none but her.
With extreme softness she gives him her breast
and with her milk she would offer her life.

What are you weakness, but a mighty spell
that makes a kitten have such great esteem?
One saves it and forgets to save himself
and feels quite satisfied despite his pain.

What makes you, mum, the first of those we love
except the weakness that your kids adore?
You mix it with the love that makes your house
turn round your sphere and leave that of great strength.
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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.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ONLY IN THAT MAN AND GOD
Where can we find the greatest hope
in this so vast and endless world?
We need support for this hard life
and just in Him it can be found.

When children are afraid, they go
to parents, their secure resort.
They get so fond of those great two
until they turn white-haired and old.

Who can achieve the parents' role
except Who came to earth and wept.
He cured the sick and raised the dead
and had no cushion for His head.

He gave the people bread to eat
and wine to drink that were so dear
as they were His own flesh and blood
endowed in taste the hearts will greet.
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MAN AND GOD'S GIFTS
When God unfurled His wealth on people's hands,
each took his portion, looking at his kin.
He thought that God was frugal when He gave
his pittance but was lavish with the rest.

God placed His hand on morals and their tome.
He dispersed them on people, deeming needs.
Each took his morals and thought that the Lord
gave him much more than all the other souls.

God came to strength and beauty in their trunks
and hurled in excess on the kids of man.
Each scowled and said, "What would You lose if You
gave me much more of these free gifts of Yours?"

But when God put His hand in that deep pail,
and distributed minds to those around.
Each grasped his mind and did not have a keek
at others' minds lest God would change his view.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MISTAKES DON'T SHOW THE CHARACTER.
Who tells you that your mistakes show
the person that your skin conceals?
Mistakes do not show what you are;
a trip is not a deer's right step.

A freezing day may once escape
and mar the beauty of the sky,
but summer is known for its sun
and its clear sky whose blue charms man.

A mare which has a well known breed
is worth ten horses that pull carts.
It may fall down, but it's well known
for its great value and its speed.

A man may slip and wrongly act,
but his heart's of a sublime beat.
He loves and helps the weakest first;
can that slip bring him a bad name?
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YOUR FACE OR A BOOK?
I sit with you; l read your face,
and fold you in a deep embrace.
Your profound thoughts l can't neglect.
All my fulfillment you create.

You're always there when l need you.
You never let me down and out.
When one of your most daring views
escapes my mind, you never spout.

You unfold notions that repeat
to make the picture quite complete.
How great you are when you are near.
You are my loved one and my dear.

You never think of which place
I locate you among your friends.
You never want to be an ace
though you well know that you are grand.
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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.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THEY ARE WAITED FOR.
He walked with pride that filled his eyes and face
as if he challenged all the passers-by.
I looked at him ; he stirred my pride and wrath.
I thought that l should such a man defy.

By chance, my eyes went down and saw  his shoes.
They could remind me of those of my son.
I smiled with love and prayed long life to him
as that last thought anon my heart had won.

This man is like my son and that girl's dear
as they have people who are their own kin.
I love them all, and they are close to me
as all share me my care and worried brain.

Like me, they have some worried people there,
waiting to hear their keys and coming sound.
How can l wish them but a safe return
as homes are waiting for their coming round ?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE COY LITTLE GIRL
Come to me my little beauty;
coyness has increased my passion
for the gifts that God would endow
to those who are puerile hearted.

It is found in little children
and those who are saintly chosen
who are pleased with all their actions
as their land is turned to heaven.

Little child, you bring back to me
early time that was so precious
when ambition was for chocolate
and the tender kiss of mother.

This is how the Lord creates us,
pure and white so full of calmness.
Why do we neglect what's peaceful
and resort to what can burn us?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE MONA LISA
Who can that most famous woman be?
She can be an aunt in her fifties,
or that woman we see in the street,
Posing with derision for her fate.

Life for her is not more than a trip,
in a boat whose rudder she can't reach.
Her small boat is sailing but to where?
No one knows; she hopes the end is fair.

She is dear to those who like her much.
She prepares for them their clothes and lunch.
They are sailing with her in that boat
not aware of what the future brings.

Her admirers see her eyes with them.
Wherever they stand, she looks and smirks
as they sail along the same old way
whether they are old or they are young.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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APPRECIATION
Blooming flower, what's your choice
which bestirs your heart to live?
It's the butterfly that roams
all the fields and lands on me.

It has seen the flowers all
which are noble in their hues
and possess most charming scents;
once approached, no one can leave.

They have winked to it invite.
It's perceived their lures and smells.
It's neglected their warm calls,
choosing what its heart adores.

You've implored your Lord for rain,
which endows your green and red
purest colours which you need
to receive what gives you worth.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOVE AND COINS
Man needs love in this cruel world,
but most people are absurd.
You give them what they need most;
they look at you with distrust.

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

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

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

LOVE  RULES  LIFE .
Thorns of fields, you can unnerve my frightened mind
for a while but then you weary my calm soul
whose strong love is wildly rampant and can't wait
as the love of souls can't live under control.

Man has not been asked if he would come to earth.
That's a proof that life is full of glorious gifts.
Man's heart is a copy of the Artist's heart
which is flaming with warm love whose heat is strong.

Earthly love, no force can stop your sailing boat
whose unfolded sails drift you to that long line,
where the endless skies meet our land to join
great, divine love with that of little men.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHAT COULD YOU HAVE DONE?
So great is life when it is seen
in what is felt from past to now.
Where is your placement in this crowd
from distant past to our world?

There were some people who saw Christ.
They believed in Him but kept quiet.
Some followed, some called for the cross.
Where could you have been in this course?

Some saw the marvels which He did
but were afraid to be beside.
Could you have said that He was God
as who said it then he was killed?

The crippled walked, the blind could see,
the dead came back to be alive.
You saw all that, could you defend,
or you believed but in your heart?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LET ME LIVE LIKE THEM.
Let me live the beauty that exists around,
birds that fly without much care for what may come,
flowers living for today not caring for
wilting or their petals drifted by a storm.

Let me live like butterflies that never cry,
moving from a flower to a rose tree.
If a flower is depleted of its sweet,
that will not reduce its freshness or its glee.

Let me live like that poor man whose clothes are torn,
and his feet are black with dirt and give bad smell.
He will dance and thank his Lord when some dry bread
fills his stomach and makes him feel strong and well.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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