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 BABY, THE MOTHER, AND CHRIST
Look at that fast sleeping child and deem
if his smiles divulge his soft dream.
He appears so glad and satisfied
as his worried mum is at his side.

If she leaves him for a second, he
fills the place with cries, a sort of plea,
urging her to hold him close to her;
that's what makes him calm and of joy sure.

Who is mum in this tremendous world,
but a little and a hopeless child,
who regards the world a fearful place,
where no certainty can give a glimpse?

Eyes of tender love are found in You
when You cured the blind and gave a clue,
showing us that death was not the end,
but a step for us to you ascend.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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SWEET MOTHERS
She works all day and joins her dawn with night
for something that can't be so clear to sight.
Her work is non-stop like the clever bee
from meals, to clothes, to cleaning and then tea.

All these are done while being kind to her spouse,
who answers her from his revered repose.
He has worked ******* his high-polished verse,
that who can disturb him will get his curse.

His wife is caring for her angry son;
his pencil broke and his pen was stolen.
She listens with great patience and with love;
his kicks inside her womb are still alive.

Great women , one of you is Jesus' mum.
She felt the same like mums from cross to womb.
Her Son has chosen her and not a man
to be the mum of heights as no man can.
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THE POEM I LIKE

Don't tell me l should wreck my head
To guess a private unknown thought
Which none knows what it can intend
Not even the man who it wrote.

If you would like to quench my thirsty heart,
Give me a thought my mind conceives.
It has a charm that can my mind delight
And my fond heart at once receives.

How great if you can give that thought a form
That flows with ease and rhythmic beat
That makes my heart and mind live your strong storm
If rhyme your cadence can complete.

When language flows like water in a stream
And joins hands with clear sense that me can please,
The poem can give me the softest dream
That will inside my heart flow in with ease.

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THE LORD REVISITS US.

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

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

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

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

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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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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.
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A SIGHT FROM HEAVEN
Where is that great sight that my eyes seek ?
It is hidden in a place quite near,
but the flesh short_sighted eyes can't see
as the soul is what can see that sight.

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

Great is that sight that you can't leave it.
You can see a world with mystic eyes.
They can join the past with what will come
in a view that can give you delight.
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THE GENTLE AND THE WICKED

The kind and gentle have no place
As wicked people have great might.
Good manners teach us to love peace
While wicked people opt to fight.

Good heart and love ask men to be
So gentle with all and so kind,
But nowadays wild beasts get free
And loving people go behind.

There is a proverb they apply,
"If you aren't wolves, wolves will eat you."
You can't be kind and cause to cry,
So we shed tears for what they do.

I am so grieved by what l see.
The gentle are getting extinct
While wicked men live with great glee,
Enjoying their hearts of hard flint.
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WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE CHILDREN ?
Children, why do parents bring you here,
to this world of trouble and headache?
Is it for the pleasure that they meet
when a male and female share one bed?

One finds himself stumbling in the world.
Care and fear fill his disturbing life.
He looks for someone to soothe his end,
and bring him a smile to his old age.

Those who have their needs and untold wealth
are so often engaged in their jobs,
crowding their income or seeking joy,
giving no attention to a child.

Man is selfish; hardships taught him that.
Some have children to build their own boon.
Some are zealous for their creed or faith,
but few for sheer love of that poor kid.
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BUT WE HAVE TO LOOK !
Oh, bird of love, how sweet you are !
You make the world around you shine
with light that allures who are near
to look and fall in endless love.

No wonder that your lovely mate
will rush when she beholds your sight.
She runs to yield its kissing beak
to share with you that cordial touch.

Your eyes are shining like the stars,
your beak, the end of crescent moon,
Your hues have mixed the green with blue
to own the hearts of who see you.

You have the charm that touches us
to love the beauty of the world.
How can we get your lovely spell
if we don't look to love that 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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HAVE WE THOUGHT ABOUT IT ?
Parents, do you know what you have done ?
You have brought a person to the world.
He has his own feelings and his fear,
and his path will end up in the ground.

Life contains the frowning and the glad.
That depends on parents and their pith.
You can make him love the gifts of life
or the afterlife with all its wealth.

Can those who depend on earth give proof
that the world is such a nice place,
or prepare a proof the afterlife
can't endow him all the precious bliss ?
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POETRY AND NOBILITY
Poetry, are you a stupid voice
for a kind of love that men despise,
or the glory of the men who killed
lots of men for silly doubt in mind ?

Are you flowers that cast off their smell
though they flourish on a marsh of dirt?
Or a bird that sings a lovely tune
to enchant the happy and the strong ?

Are you just like that who sings to please
those who throw him pieces of carved bones?
Or are you a means that noble men
sing to know the world and make it known ?

Poetry, you are the hope for men
who endure the hardship of this world .
You aspire for what can give sense
or a target that makes life worthwhile.
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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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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.
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HOW CAN I HATE ?
You've filled my heart with love; how can l hate ?
You've blessed who pierced Your heart and brought Your fate.
What should l do with that who said a word
that made me feel so small among the crowd ?

The love You give my heart is so refined;
the wine You gave the bride was of rare kind.
Your love that lives in me has made me drunk.
Intoxicated, l look up and thank.

Who can make such great wine, or brew such love
that lift a man so high to dwell above
except Who'd lived above and came to show
how men can live great joy when Him they know ?
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DON'T LET RESULTS DISHEARTEN YOU.
Christian faith is ease not anguish.
It reveals a high example.
Jesus shows us how we should be
and behave to be His blessed ones.

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

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

Christ could do what was perfection
but if failure bled His forehead,
He would say," l did my utmost;
the results come from my Father."
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THE UNFAILING AXIS
We know that man is weak and dazed
and eazily charmed by *** and gold.
Not all who say they have deep faith
are forged by that most purging flame.

A strong axis can make a wheel
well-fixed and fit to have its role,
but wheels can differ in their stuff
and each will show what it is worth.

The clergymen are human beings
who have devotion and their flaws.
They are like us and have mistakes,
but those who're good can do a lot.

The Lord gives man what can produce,
the torch which gives a perfect flame.
It will set right what darkness spoils
and fill the soul with sublime warmth.
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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.

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MY LORD, I SEEK YOUR WORLD.
Don't leave me quite alone in this obscure, big fight.
I am too small and weak, and depend on Your right.
The path l walk is long and has a narrow gate,
but those who can get through will live the happy fate.

The way that eyes can see and hands can touch and feel
we can get through with ease as it has great appeal.
It's also full of what can give man what he likes
not like Your way, my Lord, which is so full of spikes.

My Lord, l have a heart that seeks the happy end
and likes the endless sky; to peaks l would ascend.
The pleasure that will pass can never touch my heart.
I seek the endless love that blooms under Your sight.

My Lord, l leave the world and choose Your happy way,
where there is no dark nights, but there my life is day,
and nothing can disturb the tranquil heart and sight.
It is the life of verse when verse brings pure delight.
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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.

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BEWARE WHAT YOU CHOOSE!
Change the danger into welfare,
where what's sin will get a virtue
as the face of Christ will tell you
when you start to see His brilliance.

Sin can spread the views of horror
in your heart and tint its darkness,
where the night can hide the devils
who can cause you lots of despair.

When you seek what's dark and gloomy,
Satans give all what can darken.
But you turn your darkened vision,
and life's stars will start to twinkle.

Then, you see the face of Jesus
smiling, giving what is charming.
It's not odd as Christ, the Maker
of the earth, has made what raptures.
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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.

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DESPAIR AND RETRIEVED HOPE
He came to us the Saviour and the Son
of that great  Lord, the Father in the sky.
He planted mighty hope that grew so fast,
but He left it and went, like other men.

That hope soon turned to grief and great despair.
His mother cried her Son, His men their Lord.
She beat her fear and stood beside the cross
but what could that bring her, but stifling throes.

Where was that Lord Who came to save mankind?
He broke His mother's and His poor men's hearts.
They placed Him in a grave; they were in tears.
Where were you, hope, to build heaven on land?

But Jesus has been raised and revived hope.
His mother has become the mum of all,
and those who followed Him the greatest saints.
Their joy has filled their world and our own.
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MINDS AND LAWS
Are you the cause of peace or great revolts?
You are endowed to men at different rates.
Some have sharp ones that can invent and rule,
while others scarcely have the brain of a mule.

Fast years elapse and some get great and rich,
while others hardly have the food they wish.
In time, the brothers will be rich and poor,
and some drive cars, while some sleep on the floor.

Revolts adjust the pay, but minds again
can find the tricks to have illegal gain.
Life moves in constant rises and fair rules,
but in the end, the clever mind controls.

Is time since Cain and Abel nice and fair?
Do men live equal lives when they compare?
The men who have the sharpest minds excel,
while others will remain the back and tail.
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THE HOME PARADISE
A woman, dear to me, l knew for long.
She was so kind to all the old and young.
She loved Eve's kids, a Saint Teresa's role.
Her love was gold. She gave it to the world.

Her husband was alike, Saint Joseph's care.
He could not see a face dressed in the blues.
His gifts could submerge all with floods of glee
as they were lavish, and he knew man's soul.

Their house was full of friends from all the world.
They loved the two whose honey was so sweet
and filled the hive they called their cosy home,
Utopia on the earth, and Eden park.

They quit the earth to live on that high ground,
but left the house that wept the bees of gold.
The honey got so scarce, the scourge of time,
and calling guests would seek where they had gone.
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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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PRAY IN ACTS AND WORDS.
Christ prayed in deeds when He His Father served,
and in words to ask for His private needs.
He is the Lord Who showed us how to pray
to earn the gifts His most high Father gives.

He came to glorify His Father's name
through that most painful way, and on the cross.
In words, He asked His Father in the sky
to shun the pain, then said, "Your will be done."

His Father in the sky looked at His deeds,
and found in them the prayers that He wished
as He'd sent Him to glorify His name
and all that in obedience was fulfilled.

Each one of us has got a task to do.
This is the prayer that we have to pray.
We may ask for some help; then, we use words.
What counts is our task , not what we say.
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THE WHITE CLOUD
White cloud, your glorious dew is bliss for all,
may our Lord give you the breeze you wish.
You float above the people who await
your matchless shade to give the cool they need.

What can those people do, but pray for you
to stay in your best shape and cheerful form?
You spray the drops of rain that quench their thirst
and feed their buds to bloom and dress their fields.

When you appear from far above the sea,
all sing and dance to welcome such a guest
whose gifts are springs of love and send their dew
which is rare perfume sweet for us and dear.

White cloud, the eyes are up waiting for you.
They search and pray that your shape will appear.
You are the springs of love that we need most
to get the perfumed dew whose smell brings cheer.
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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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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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DON'T FIGHT BAD THOUGHTS; LIVE GOODNESS.
Sin is what you act so badly
just against those whom you value.
What do you expect or wait for
when you wrong your loving father?

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

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

Fondness will produce what's noble.
Nobleness will make life lovely.
Roses blossom their own flowers;
they can yield what's in their nature.
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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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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.
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Please read parts 1+2 of: THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !
Part 3_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !

A friend of mine told her the truth,
And she was too clean to accept.
She threw me out with all my wealth,
And tears all my dreams quickly swept.

The house was locked, the wealth was left,
And we both lived poor and apart.
All my dreams in my heart were kept,
And with sad heart, they would depart.

She left me and sailed on wide sea.
I could find her but had no face.
All my hope got her eyes to see
Ere l dwelt in my final house.

I lived with dreams and thus would die
Wrapped in the tears l could not shun.
I built great hope that turned to sigh,
Caused by my daughter and that man.

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

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

The rising face feels quite secure
as he sees those familiar crowds.
He sends his rays so nice and warm
and throws the blanket of white clouds.
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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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PRICELESS PURITY
How can people be so hostile,
nurse old grudges and be quite vile?
How can they live with no calmness
life endows with the pure goodness?

Don't they feel their sins are like hands,
Pressing on their necks with waxed cords?
Sins will colour all their inside
with the hue that man can't abide.

Man can endure thirst and hunger,
poverty, defeat and anger,
but how man can bear his foul soul;
this to mind l never can call.
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NO TEARS ARE WASTED.
Where are the men who know the weak can feel?
They don't behold their eyes how they appeal.
Their look will go up straight to highest skies
where angels see their woes and hear their cries.

The tears they shed are not consumed in vain.
They wet the ground, and that small seed sustain.
The seed will grow to be a tree so strong
to hang lscariot and correct the wrong.

Their sighs are heard by Christ Who lives in heart.
He gives the weak the patience which He felt.
The sky of hope will disclose all its mirth
and pour it in their souls as gleeful faith.

How nice is life when eyes of souls can see
the way where joy gives strength to make us free
from care and fear as mighty hands give us
the calmness that we need to live in peace.
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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE SECRET OF CONFESSION
How light man feels when he is free from sin !
He deems he has obtained strong wings to fly.
He gains these wings when he gets rid of guilt
and finds himself quite fit to fly so high.

Where is your disgust with what life may bring
and that hot skewer of your self-remorse?
They all disperse when sins have disappeared
with all the torture which has filled your course.

How nice life gets when free from fearful thoughts !
You feel you've got at large and want to run,
to talk with people, all and embrace them
as they have changed their scowls to cheerful fun.
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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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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHEN THE MISSION IS GREAT
Let your spirit be the leader;
then your languid flesh will give in.
Flesh, you are a mere good vassal
when sublime is your soul's mission.

Greatest persons have the spirit
that can't live for worldly matters.
It observes beyond lhe limits
of the flesh that toils and mutters.

But the spirit is so stubborn
when it sees a charming vision.
It discerns a sight from heaven;
no flesh pain can make it listen.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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HE IS EVERYWHERE.
We find that absolution was
so easy at the time of Christ.
Whoever went to Him and begged
salvation got all his demands.

But Christ is now with us as well.
He is with those who seek their loaves
and scarcely can obtain their bread
He's in their hearts and suffer more.

Endeavour to encounter Him.
You find Him crying through their eyes.
Ask Him forgiveness for your sins,
for leaving those who need your hands.

He looks at you with some clear blame
that does not have a touch of wrath.
He tells you that forgiveness is
as it was then but feed their mouths.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE  ROLLER  COASTER
Struggling from the start to end
in a roller coaster ride,
you can't stir from right to left
as the world is flying fast.

Sometimes, you go up and high,
thinking you will reach the sky,
but alas,you find yourself
falling down with sinking heart.

What can you do, but just wait
till your turn comes to its end?
You get off while comers, on,
leaving coaster whirling round.

Despite ups and downs, you feel
you can cheer, or you can wail,
thanking Who placed you on earth
or just cursing plunge and death.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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