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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EXPECTATIONS AND JOY
When we were kids, it was great joy
to fly to mother's maiden house.
It was a flight so far from home.
That journey filled our life with cheer.

We waited for that day to come
and dreamed of things that we would do.
The closer we got to that date,
the more delightful was our dream.

Each man on earth will have a trip
from earth to afterlife above.
What do we feel towards that flight?
Is it a trip full of delight?

What can we say about the time
that will precede the coming day?
Do people who have saintly faith
live the same worry of the rest?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MY FREQUENT FRIEND
Lord, l count just on myself,
but l find myself too weak.
I confess a sin to see
some new sins start to appear.

I have tried to shun the blame,
but it seems my frequent friend,
who is faithful to my heart
and wno't leave my solitude.

Sins show me how weak l am.
I dispose of one to find
ancient sins conquer my mind,
telling me l am not clean.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE OTHERS FIRST
Woe to him who saves himself
ere he saves those around him.
He will face his self remorse
which is harder than hell's grief.

Love those who are around you
more than loving your dear self.
They are humans and they have
what you fear and what you crave.

You are asked to give the poor.
Is salvation not a gift?
Which is dearer, loaves of bread,
or an act that saves their lives?

Don't be selfish, my dear man.
Your mirror is people's face.
How can balm reach your own soul
if their tears from their chins drip.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE LOYAL FAMILY
An unlucky bird had broken
one of its uplifting organs.
It became so sad to live on
land and lose its flying journeys.

Its most loyal mate lived with it
in the middle of a forest
where they built their nest in bushes
and had some chicks which they brought up.

One day hunters saw the female
up a tree and they intended
to discharge a killing bullet,
but the male in front ran faster.

It was shot but saved the upper
bird and was content for its act.
Its relaxed face sent a message,
"I'm so glad to have this fortune."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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STOP WHINING!

Why do you weep? Why do you whine?
Your tears will make your state decline.
You give a chance to those around
To show false care, but their boast hide.

Man proves that he is weak and cruel.
He lives to master and to rule.
When you cry, he feels pleased and gloats
But does not show you his true thoughts.

Don't show him weakness; he will use
When needed just you to abuse.
He will stare in your eyes and say,
"Don't you recall that stupid day?"

Show man your power not your fear.
Your fear is clear, won't disappear.
Your power stops him to provoke,
To destroy you with your bright work.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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BY FORCE, LIFE
Happy life is in my hand.
I can make it smile by force.
In my room no sun can shine
if the curtains are not drawn.

Days have taught me that this life
can't be treated with kind words.
Life destroys those who are kind
as its goal's man to annoy.

Life, my best days were when l
was so young and did not care
for your finger that would warn,
but l mocked your stupid glare.

At that time, l snatched what could
bring a smile to my glad mouth.
I'll do now what l did then,
mock you, life, despite your chain.
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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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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE NEW BORN BABE
A new born babe has just come here.
He moves my heart for being so frail.
I place my finger in his hand.
He grasps it as if he seeks help.

Why do you catch my finger, babe?
Are you so scared of this new world?
I have been here for such long time
and till now like you l seek aid.

You feel a stranger in this world !
No wonder, you have just arrived,
but l've been here for such long time,
yet l'm a stranger l still feel.

Don't frown; l know my words are cruel.
You'll be accustomed to cruel words.
You'll love the world; l am quite sure,
and you'll feel sad when you depart.
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INNER LIFE, PEACE AND TRUST
No one would like to be that man
who at his old age he would say,
"If l could repeat my past life,
I would behave in different way."

Each man has skills, which are strong points
that if he's reared and applied well,
they will lead him to reconcile
his inner life with supreme joy.

He'll have a tranquil mind that says
it is so happy with his deeds.
They've given him the great results
that he'd repeat if he came back.

He feels so glad and quite at peace
and nothing can his great joy cease.
His mind has given him the best
that fills his heart with love and trust.
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MAN'S DEEDS ARE HIS CROWN.
When you do your part, you'll feel so glad,
and you'll face your death with none to mind.
All the creatures will have such a call.
Mankind's not exempt from this rude role.

Man's supplied with such a weighty brain
which can make this loss a mighty gain.
He will work and sweat to crown his head
with what gives him life through what he's made.

Man has got the talents, each his own,
through which each can forge his worthy crown.
God would give each one what's for him best
to achieve what He'd from him request.

Pleased was Jesus when He faced His death.
Though too hard, its pain was its great wreath.
He was sure that He defeated it
as His Father's will He had fulfilled.
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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 LONELY FLOWER

Don't ask me why l grow just there;
God has placed me where none would stare.
He makes me grow where no one likes
Among the nettles and the spikes.

I do my best to give the smell
That all would love to receive well.
No one would like even to try;
They just from far wave me good bye.

I thirst and hunger just to give,
But none would stretch hand to receive.
With pride and neglect they reject
What l with blood and tears collect.

Not even bees would like my place
Although all nectar they would chase.
I've cooked for them the nicest meal,
But does not have the slight appeal.

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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE CHARMING EYE-OPENER
Life is full of what can move
hearts too stagnant like a marsh
waiting for a gale to pass
and uplift an inner wish.

Poetry, we expect you
to rekindle inner light
that has been darkened for long
waiting for what makes it bright.

When we read your lines, we say
great is who indites this verse.
He has shown us hidden ways
to attain the long lost bliss.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOVE THROUGH PITY
Nothing else but deepest love
burns so warmly in my heart.
I love people of all kinds,
Young and old, too dumb or smart.

Love is kindled in my heart,
aflame by the heat of grief
for what people endure through
this harsh and most horrid life.

What can man do in his life
except racing with swift time,
thinking that a little fame
helps him highest peaks to climb?

He runs fast from birth to death,
saving money, writing verse ;
then so quickly disappears
in a grave, his final house.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE ?

Suppose you were in place of Christ, what would you do ?
Would you do what they want, and they would let you go,
Or would you lose your life on cross to gain the bliss
As death would come so soon and save your soul from miss ?

Jesus was sure of that as He was God in soul,
And He had such strong will and complete self control,
But He aspired to show all men the way to life
As if they choose the flesh, they will have endless grief.

That remorse comes to them from inside of their heart
As they betray the Lord Whose love's no end or start.
They gnash their teeth and cry and find no reason why
They've made a grave mistake they'll recall till they die.

The Lord will forgive them as He forgave His foes.
He loves His foes and friends as He them lives bestows.
How can the great God hate those whom He gave their lives ?
And He wants them to love as He Himself them loves.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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JESUS, THE GREATEST MAN EVER [AS A MAN, NOT AS A GOD]
Lamb of God, You knew Your killers,
and You knew what they intended,
but Your love could stay as burning
till Your death and not affected.

You could teach the deepest lesson
from the start till our present.
Those who wished to see You suffer
Continued to be Your brothers.

I adore the people who can
offer something of great value.
Ere the Passion, You could conquer
with Your angels those offenders.

On the cross your love was heartfelt.
You forgave those who were butchers,
and You asked Your mighty Father
to absolve those simple hearted.
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WHERE CAN HE FLEE ?

What can a man do when his hand is short,
And sees his little son look at a coat,
Worn by a cousin in expensive clothes
While his son looks at him with tears in eyes ?

He sees all this from far but dare not near
As his eyes also well with such a tear.
He stays afar and says, " l've done my best
To shun a scene like this and get depressed."

He works from morn to night and can't do more
And goes home just to hug his kids to core.
How can he hug them with a tear in eye,
And what will he retort if they ask why ?

Where will he go to flee from his own self ?
There is no place for him to flee from grief.
No refuge he can find from tortured mind,
Which keeps showing that scene to reprimand.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MILTON AND PARADISE LOST
Milton, how can you depict
life in heaven in such sights,
rebels fighting for the throne
as on earth people have done ,

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

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

Milton, you have shown me God
In a way l don't expect.
Goodness does not need to fight.
Through its love it spreads its might.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE  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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A MESSAGE FROM HEAVEN
When l sat to read a book,
glad l was to choose that one.
It was what  my heart desired;
all the others it would shun.

As l opened it, l saw
some words written by a friend.
Leaving us, he went so far
where the living can't be found.

Looking at what he had scrawled,
I was overcome by tears.
What he wrote was his friendship
would forever have strong ties.

I reflected on his words,
which presented me a gift
that an angel brought to me,
coming from the land of height.
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A COOL WAFT IN THE HEART
I feel a breeze inside my heart
that makes me feel so glad and light.
I am so happy on the earth
and death will bring the trip of mirth.

The coming death will set me free
to fly in space where l can see
my parents an those whom l loved
are thronged in such a lovely crowd.

I miss them much that my tears will
fill my heart with the sweetest thrill.
We will sit under God's kind eyes
not scared of breach in His vast skies.
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WHAT SHALL WE DO IN HEAVEN?
What shall we do in heaven, land of love?
We shall live perfect life and love it much.
We shall meet those we loved and were so dear
and feed our missing hearts with that old love.

The universe is wide and consists of
the world of goodness versus what is vice.
We'll go to what is love and perfect peace
away from that of pressing swords and fear.

We shall revive the joyful times we spent
and complete those great moments on dear land.
We'll live again the joy we can't forget,
but with no fear to finish or to part.

The lord will be the Parent of us all,
Who will provide that lovely childhood house.
We'll live again what we loved as young kids
and recall what we lived as endless time.
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THE MORNING BREEZE

Soft breeze of morning, please slow down and wait
Till l can kiss your soft cheeks and your smile.
You are that old, kind friend so far from sight.
He can't approach, so his breath comes awhile.

What shall l do to make you stay for long ?
You've charmed my heart and brought my mind that time.
Please linger till l recall that old song
That l forget but used to dream its rhyme.

You've come, please stay; you have provoked that dream
That's lurked for long and fed the wish for life.
You've brought those days which now l quite esteem
As none but them can form life joyful stuff.

I give my thoughts light wings to fly with you
To where you can join them with that dear soul.
There, l would live the past with all its view,
Which none retrieves but my thoughts can recall.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CAN DIRT REPLACE PURITY?
Man is moving from the spirit
to the body and its pleasure.
He is facing lots of changes
from emotions to what's *****.

Love is used in lots of stories;
man admires all their features.
He adores those faithful figures
that remain honest forever.

He esteems who have composed them
saying how decent and happy
they are to indite such dramas
which are now the charm for readers.

How can dirt be brave and and mighty
to involve itsef in rapture
changing what was high and honest
into what is so disgusting?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PEACE THROUGH LOVE
I need You, Lord; You are the strength
through which l can endure this life.
It's full of hatred and of greed,
and each exerts its force and strife.

Where can a person find his peace
except through help of hands so strong?
They make him forget all his fear
as Jesus' hands can solve his knots.

I read about His life on earth.
No problem could bestir His trust.
With love He trod all His hard way.
Where love exists, no fear can thrive.
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THE BLIND CAT

It sits beside a huge dustbin,
The site that wafts the smell of food.
This place has always for it been
What's saved it from starvation rude.

A little boy has daily come
With carton plate and some offal.
He waits for it all to consume,
And have a stomach pleased and full.

It lifts its mouth and softly mews
With gratitude but full of whine.
He strokes its head and calms its bruise
And assures it he won't decline.

It lives in darkness, it can't move,
But has a face full of delight.
A look at that calm face can prove
It's gained great love though it's lost sight.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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S  I  N
You are a lack of light and seek the dark.
What can't be gained in light is your bright spark.
You have a lack of trust and lack of strength;
That's what inspires you to move in stealth.

You are a gun held by a stupid hand
That does not know where triggered bullets land.
You always lead to where the aim is wrong
And hit your preys whose pleasure won't live long.

You take them to a cave where light is dim
And show them that daylight none can redeem.
They break the laws of heart as darkness spreads,
Beguiling them no light in life retreads.

Sunlight comes back and they see their own own dirt,
But nothing can be done except regret.
They spend the rest of their life shedding tears;
Their blurring eyes can't see when hope appears.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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I LOVE WHAT I KNOW.
I love the sky, the endless space.
I love the sun, the moon, the rest.
I love the angels and the saints,
but man and land l love much more.

I love the people whom l know.
I love to see them and them hear.
I love the people l ignore.
When l know them, l love them more.

I love my friends who live around,
and those who live on distant land.
I love my kin and next of kin.
They are all like me flesh and blood.

I love you all and hope to stay
with whom l know, who share my way.
They know me and l know them well.
I would like much with them to dwell.
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LOVE IS THE PROOF.
If this life has got an end,
it's a crime to have a child.
Life's not sure and full of care
and quite crammed with pain and doubt.

How can man enjoy good times
if he soon will disappear
in a place no one will like
so his life is in great fear.

What is love if it can't last
till forever from the past.
It's mere pain that none can stand,
so no one will risk to start.

Love's the proof that afterlife
is quite certain as the Lord
is the endless love that joins
life on earth with that above.
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THE RED NECKLACE
When l behold some friends around, l feel
I'm not alone to face my straying mind
that takes me northwards where it is too cold
or southwads where the sun scorches my skin.

I am one in a group, all are quite lost,
but each is happy that he's not alone.
A straying man among a group that strays
will think how strange are those but not himself.

Let me see you around, my dearest friends.
I'll be so glad with you, and you with me.
When sheep are taken to the slaughterhouse,
they don't care much for that blood red necklace.
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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.
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BRAVE THOUGH WEAK
When l see a weak man say what he believes,
I admire his strong will and trust in self.
He displays how man can be so brave though frail
and you love his being bold although too weak.

Christ could say the complete truth to dreadful foes,
and He knew that what He said would lead to death.
I surmise that He is Christ and can do all,
but l see the Christ in lots of His dear men.

Who can taste the sublime truth and then return
to accept what secure life can always give?
Man who knows how Jesus felt can never be
mean again to avoid fear or instant death.
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A GRACEFUL SMILE
So crowded was the street; l passed.
I saw a girl that pleased my heart.
She hid a smile that had great charm;
it touched all those who stole a sight.

She was a beggar and l wished
to give her what would allow me
to tarry and rob her again.
She locked my heart and had the key.

She had no job and was too poor
but thanked the Lord and all His saints.
She did not care for her poor life
as her sweet smiles were her assets.
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THE NEWS I WAIT FOR
Homing pigeons, fly so fast.
What you hold l want to see.
Don't let languor delay you.
What you have will delight me.

I've been sitting on hot flames
with a heart afraid of time,
while time flies and does not care
for what my heart starts to mime.

Please, kind pigeons, bring that news.
Don't say,"None to me is sent."
Life won't show its smiling lips
if you don't arrive with it.
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THE DIVINE MENTOR               Anapest
Only You were quite free from all sins.
You were pure all Your life, that was hard.
You perceived women through their own needs
not through Your selfish wants from the world.

Your own likes were not felt in Your heart,
which was filled with the poor and Your help.
You forgot all Your taste of good life
and just gave what can prop their upkeep.

You could say a few words to shun death,
but Your life was a style for poor men.
Through Your cross You could save man from woe,
and You showed how the cross could bring gain.
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THAT'S WHY CHRIST CAME.
He left His upper home and came to earth
as He saw people lost, immersed in pain.
He came to show them how a man can free
himself from pain, and highest joy attain.

Man lives great life when he lives through his soul,
which never dies and his joy can restore.
God gave that joy to Adam and his Eve
and told them by pure life they could secure.

That life was shown when God washed His men's feet
although He knew that Passion was so near.
He said the liege is he who serves the group
and takes them out of pain as they are dear.

He loved and gave, but never took for self.
His precious meed was seeing men appeased.
No agony could wreck His noble soul
when He beheld the souls of men were pleased.
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MUSE AND RHYME

Muse is such a sweet soft girl
With blond hair that tends to hurl,
Veiling her face of great charm
Whose glance will your heart disarm.

Winged and able to fly fast,
Inside hearts her love's amassed.
She stays there and sings along
Till we write down her nice song.

Song is done, she flies to space.
Who can stay far from her face?
Once beheld, none can stay far
As it leaves the deepest scar.

We go soaring, seeking her,
With sight she could easily blur
As she knows her great effect
And hates her house to be packed.

Strict her father is in mind,
And he will her reprimand.
She escapes from him and comes
With intention for new rhymes.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE CONTEST

Man is destined for a goal,
Hard to reach but can install
His  name in the book of life
With those famous for their strife.

He begins an empty page.
Thoughts in his mind seethe and rage.
Looks he casts on those great men
Who could paint a splendid scene.

Lots of people lived with them,
Came and left with no small claim.
Nothing could they leave to show,
How they lived, what they could know.

Man is born to start a race
Which he should so boldly face.
Its reward is just to write
His name in the book of light.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE TRIP OF LIFE

The normal man will have a wife;
Time takes them in the trip of life.
They get inside the car of time
That hurls them to that unknown clime.

They sit quite thoughtless in the car.
Their first main station is not far;
There they meet their so dear first born,
And their car journey will go on.

To their great joy, the child grows fast,
Though that in old age fhem will cast.
The children play their parents' role
While their cars' wheels do keep their roll.

They get old and grandparents called
And their effective role gets stalled.
They wait for what God only knows
While their jobs get to snooze and doze.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PURE LOVE
Come to me and speak aloud; l love your voice.
Your words combined with your smile make me rejoice.
When you sit beside my seat and start to speak,
all the objects in the room at your eyes keek.

Your eyes join your words to send my heart a call,
which l have been waiting for; it is my goal.
When l see you cheering up in front of me,
you make all my world as l want it to be.

Great's my joy when l see you requite my love,
and agree to share my nest as my white dove.
Our world will be so white and full of joy
as our love is purest gold, not an alloy.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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HE LEFT HIS PORCH.
I used to look and find him in his porch,
but now, l look and he is far from there.
Where has he gone? They say that he has died.
What does that mean? For me that's quite obscure.

Is he alike with that small lamb he had
and played with when they were both young and cute?
The lamb became a ram, and then he slew
and ate it with his friends, no sense of guilt.

Or is he like a bird the hunters shoot
for no good reason but to have a change.
They **** that bird for fun, or showing skill
and not because they bear it any grudge.

What are you, life and death? Why do we live?
Aren't these two questions worth thinking about,
or just like that poor lamb and little bird,
we live till death arrives and takes us out?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE PRODUCTS OF SELFISHNESS
Scattered on the earth but you are
brothers born just from one couple,
who were parents and you're kinsfolk,
who have hatred you can't control.

What can fill the hearts with rancour,
breeding lots of of Cains and Abels?
Some are killed and some are roaming
losing calmness, changed to remorse.

Countries are hostile to neighbours.
Each is building strongest borders.
Why do races split the planet
each endeavours to be stronger?

All that occurs when man's conscience
is replaced by selfish mentors.
They can make man hate his brothers,
placing weapons between nations.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHEAT AND WEEDS
I imagine that there are some folks
who may have the spirit that destroys
what is good because they can't produce
Luscious fruit but litter is their crops.

Vicious weeds, who may expect from you
useful wheat which people love to eat.
You can't give what's good that people like,
so you try to wreck what few can bring.

Gourmets won't deem weeds as their own food.
They will always seek succulent crops.
Man can't live on ******* envy yields
though he fears that envy's ***** tongue.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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