1_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !

They were so hard, those years supposed
To be the sweetest in my life,
The early childhood that composed
The period void of care and strife.

I drudged to earn the bread l ate
With no one round to love or teach,
A poor girl that men would await
To find a chance to leap and reach.

All people gathered to destroy
That stupid girl that was too young.
They offered me a little toy,
And l connived what they had wrung.

The toy is still with me till now.
It is so dear, an old friend.
It cleared their conscience to endow
And lead my life to this foul end.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A BLESSING OR A CURSE ?
Intellect, you are sublime bliss
that can clear our way to solace
all the human beings who are near,
making them much loved and quite dear.

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

You can make a mum a Satan,
who can hate her fetus, her son,
changing it into dead *******
for some pleasure and mean relish.  
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ABORTION

Man is always with who has much strength
Who defends himself and has much wealth.
All look down on who is poor and frail,
And for his clear rights he can't fight well.

Embryo, who will defend your right
If your mother does not for you fight?
You have no one except tender folk
Who speak meekly when they tend to talk.

You are helpless if your mother's hard
She herself will your young life discard.
You have no help save your Lord above
Who beholds you with an eye of love.

Can you dream that your mum feels so glad
If laws of all countries with her stand.
Mothers **** and all should share the crime
As their victims' shouts to their hearts climb.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ABORTION  AGAIN !
Can mistakes be corrected by mistakes?
If yes, correct conception by forced birth.
What sort of fate you bring to that live cell
which is considered man in our world !

This little cell is now the start of man,
whose life is just a spark of little length.
Once started, he will come to his soon end,
but he can live a chance of building fame.

Can you appoint yourself in place of a judge
who ends a life that starts by complete chance?
What if this little cell is your dear friend,
or your own father who gave you your life?

He might be Spenser or one of those men
who wrote their names in gold of greatest worth.
Who has the right to smother those great flames
and send them dead before they see the earth?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A CHURCH CONVERSION
How should one feel when an old church
is not left for Christians to preach?
They behold their ancient glories
are converted to old stories.

How can l endure? I'm Christian.
I observe our own depletion.
Turkey does that near our own eyes
and our hearts obviously defies.

We have nothing but eyes to cry,
looking up and asking the sky
to observe what happens on earth,
where the Christians have lost their warmth.
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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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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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A CRIMINAL TODDLER
She is young, at the age of two,
and does not know what her life hides.
She is from her mother severed
and her life is filled with dark clouds.

Her mother is divorced for sins.
She was for sure just accused of.
The child is looked at from the start
as daughter of illegal love.

As a toddler, she needs hands to lift
when she falls, but she's left to cry.
She smiles but always she receives
a scowl but she just can't know why.

She goes to her grandfather's side
expecting him to coddle her.
He pushes her and she falls down
He will of crying her deter.
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A DUTY OR ENJOYMENT?

Are prayers interesting to say,
Or just a duty we can't shun?
Do they to heaven pave the way,
Or acts through which pleasure is won?

Are they mere visits to the Lord,
Who can decide a lot of things?
We visit Him for His reward
And to avoid the plagues He brings.

To write is not an act we like,
But ask a poet,"is it so?"
For him to indite is the peak
Of pleasure where he likes to go.

Why don't we pray just as we write,
And live with those most lovely Ones?
Then we spend sweet time in God's sight,
And no one such a visit shuns.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A FEW DAYS AGO

It was just like few days ago
When biggest worry was to go
To school and do what teachers asked
And get our nape so harshly slapped.

With eager tongues we bade the days
To pass so that they would us please
With stronger bodies and bigger brawn
Which we were glad to grow and own.

We got great pleasure when we had
All that we ate which made us glad.
It was quite wont to run and dance
As then the normal step was prance.

Just yesterday we played with girls,
Not minding their eyes, clothes, and curls.
We pulled their plaits with loudest laugh,
And they got angry and so rough.

We lived like birds caring for mouth
Flitting wherever we found mirth.
Life was made to enjoy its days,
And nights to sleep waiting sunrays.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A FOETUS' COMPLAINT
I thought the womb would be the safest place,
and l would be so pleased with my dear mum.
I did not know that fathers would conspire
with mothers to commit such a grave crime.

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

The doctor with his group cut my soft flesh.
What had l done to suffer such a fate?
I was not stunned by doctors and their groups,
but by my parents who killed their own child.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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AGE AND KNOWLEDGE

When years roll by, man starts to fear old age.
It stirs the fear of death; it provokes rage.
No power in this world can this fear cast,
Save feeling that his heart is dwelt by Christ.

The Lord is in his heart; just he can look
And see His eyes contain a large, thick book
That includes all the love that Jesus gives
Which reassures that man forever lives.

Man tries to see how loving Christ can be;
The more he knows, the more he feels deep glee.
How can age frighten him if more he knows,
And with his ken much happier he grows?

For sure his heart will be so full of love,
And that love will the earthly fear survive
As God in his heart holds his hand and soul
And they together in His kingdom stroll.

By JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A GIRL IN THE WHEAT FIELD

Youth and beauty are her gifts;
They are what give her such lifts
To float lightly on corn ears
With a heart so full of cheers.

Stretching her arms means a lot:
Charm and softness she has got.
All life gifts are in her hand,
Like a princess fair and grand.

Cheerful are the wheat and stalks,
Kissing her feet as she walks,
Hoping her stroll not to end
Till their harvest is at hand.

Wheat and men enjoy her sight
As she runs with flying feet.
Their joy casts out all their fear
And what cruel time will bring her.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A GOOD WARNING
I perceive my life should have a task.
Each one comes to earth with his own charge.
People get the strength to reap their joy
through the calmness which their souls adore.

How can l obtain the tranquil soul
that can shun the pain of burning flame?
Nothing can confer a state so calm
save a feeling that my task is done.

How can man endure the scorch of hell
that will destroy his exhausted nerves
when he feels that time is passing by
and his duty is still not performed?

Man, your heaven starts from life on earth.
Duty is the key that gives you glee.
When you feel your nerves begin to burn,
that's a warning of a bad result.
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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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A GRAVE VICE
Love of self, you are a vice.
You can cause a deadly sin
that l cry the rest of life
and l don't know how to clean.

You could sever me from those
who helped me and l adored.
Then l  threw them to regret
those moments that won't return.

Persons who gave me great help
I deserted as l thought
they did not respect my rights.
Now, l grieve those foolish acts.

Self esteem l hate your ghost,
haunting me for my past deeds.
If l go back to that time,
I love all and you won't heed.
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A HOLY DREAM
Sitting near and knitting woollen clothes,
she completely drew my eyes to her.
I was not interested in her work,
but the smoothness of her charming hands.

She could see my eyes were much involved
and was curious why l was concerned.
I was shy to say my heart was charmed
by her smooth, soft hands that made me dream.

Enchanted by their unearthly hue,
I began to feel celestial love.
I just wanted to give them a kiss
and hold them both on my dormant cheeks.

They will take me up to that pure sphere
which we only find in life above.
As l could not say the truth l felt,
I misled her that l liked her skill.
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A HUMILIATED BIRD
I could not warble in a place
where tigers tortured little lambs.
They kidnapped them from weeping ewes
too fat and weak to walk or bounce.

The ewes could do nothing at all,
nor even their rams of long horns.
They stood and looked how their lambs bled
but could not say a word of blame.

I perched on that high branch and looked.
I could not call my dearest mate.
I felt my honour was debased
by what l saw but could not fight.
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A JOYFUL MEETING
All were so happy showing winsome youth,
singing and dancing on a top wavelength.
The place around was full of brilliant glee
that aroused in my heart a sense of spree.

I heard inside my heart an urgent call
that springs of life would inside me install.
I found all life around call with loud voice,
"Get up, you, sluggish man, your joy announce."

I found myself in a dancing ring and life,
all life, was playing music on a fife,
Looking at me to jump and fill the place  
with what my soul was full, great, immense bliss.

I felt the strength of joy moving my arms,
granting me all the pluck, and beat my drums.
I danced and danced not caring for my age
and filled the sphere with glee and spry messege.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A JUDGING LOOK
All fathers want their children great and wise,
and my dear father would just like the same.
He was a self-made man, and very strong.
I wonder what he thinks from up of me.

I love my father and death makes me feel
I miss him quite a lot for such long time.
I want him to be happy with his son
as he expected me to work and gain.

I look at heaven and l fear to see
his loving eyes looking with blame at me.
"I did a lot," they say." What do you do?"
Is it enough to answer, "l write verse"?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A LITTLE WHITE KITTEN

Your blue eyes, my little cat,
And your nose of little spot,
With your small mouth and soft mew
My fond heart and eyes draw.

Cute and small but value grand,
Boll of cotton on my hand,
With a tail of purest white,
You fill me with great delight.

That red ribbon on your neck
Matches your fur of white flake.
Beauty on a beauty charms
My heart, my eyes, and my arms.

How much l would you embrace;
My heart is your right place,
But l fear my so fond hand
Harm to cause to white and red.

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A MAN AND A HAWK
Bird of prey, what can we say
except that you have no heart?
You **** creatures which are frail
just to satiate your own crop.

Yesterday, l saw you ****
linnets just near that green hill.
You ate them and left their blood
on your curved beak as a mark.

How can you feel happy when
you **** fledgelings for your chicks?
They are too small to escape
or to shun your vicious grip.

"You speak, man," says that big bird.
"You **** herds and eat their blood.
You **** for food and for fun,
and at times, your fellow men.
I **** just to stay alive
and feed my chicks which l love."
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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 MESSAGE FROM THE SKY

I look upward towards the skies,
And try to decipher the clouds.
Perhaps they draw what satisfies
Me with a shape that love abounds.

On earth l cannot see what l
Have been awaiting for long time.
I want what can me gratify
With shapes that have something sublime.

The clouds are white and pure like snow.
I've liked that hue of saintly worth.
They also draw a dove or cow;
We have a lot of them on earth.

All that l see can on earth be,
But in the sky, they are quite pure.
I know the problem is in me.
I can't begrime, then them endure.

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A MOTHER TO HER NEW-BORN BABE
The smile that veils your lips with  such a lovely sight
delights my heart and eyes and gives me trust in life.
I ask the world one boon, to keep it constant there
as when you smile at me, you ascertain your joy.

When your eyes twinkle with the rays of that sweet touch,
I feel l have attained all what the world can grant.
I've brought you to this house, too humble to please you.
I can't discern if l have done what you will like.

I'm sure just of one thing which is l love you much,
and ready to give you my days and all my nights.
I'll bring you what my hand will be able to reach ;
the price l'll ask you for is just your priceless smile.
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AN ACT THAT MEANS A LOT
What made you, faithful dog, run inside?
You would spend in the park all your day.
Tongues of flame shouted loud ; what drove you
to leave joy and rush in that hot way.

You deemed your dear old friend was inside
and escaped through the men who were there.
No one could get to you as the flames
were so fierce and the place void of air.

You went in and searched for your dear man,
but you did not find him in the house.
Getting out was stopped by spears of flame
and escape from that hell had no chance.

You stayed there, black and charred but your name
would stay bright in the mind of that man.
He would tell your short tale of true love ;
it might help who are dubbed quite human.
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AN ANGEL SERVES A SAINT.

None can wipe off what your hand has done.
It's depicted near the flaming sun
By the Lord Who dwells in His high skies;
None dare look at it with human's eyes.

Your acts are towards a mother dear.
You don't want another to come near.
All the time yours replace her old hand
And no one but you she would demand.

You have been in such a post for long.
Words from you sound like her sweetest song.
You are locked beside her for long years.
Just an angel lives such life with cheers.

Mum and daughter you have been for long.
She sang lullabies when you were young.
Songs of yours have been so sweet to her;
Dreams of past days in both hearts they stir.

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AN ATTRACTIVE WOMAN
A man loves meekness in a woman's eyes.
Their mildness has the turn of strongest pull.
They flow without permission into hearts.
So lucky is the man who gains their glow.

How much he loves the beauty of a girl
who enfolds charm that dwells in her coy face.
He looks at her with fire that ignites
his deep desire to hold and to embrace.

Her calm appeal incites his heart to feel
she can be his dear wife and he her mate.
He would like such a girl to share his life
here on the earth and even there above.
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A NEW BORN BABE'S SUPPLICATION
A two day old girl raised her half closed eyes
to say a prayer of a tearful heart,
"I've seen my mother, but where is the man
whom l will call my dad to welcome me?"

Her crying mother said , "He's gone with her;
that woman took him from you and your mum.
He does not care for you, his new born babe
but cares for that young witch of charming eyes."

"My Lord l'm still too young and need dad's hands.
I curse that woman if l have the voice
that You can hear as You have special love
for those young babes who can't defend themselves.

"Soft handed nurse, l see that woman here.
She's come to stab my mum and silence me.
Please save my mother as l need her milk,
and her deep love to **** from her dear *******."
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ANGEL OR DEVIL?
Father, tell me why your eyes
are so red and filled with tears?
You make my heart veiled with black
though l dress my face with cheers.

Life was kind with all of us.
Now, you are ill, thrown in bed,
and your children are so pale ;
we can scarcely eat dry bread.

I am nothing, but a belle,
lots of beauty and young age.
That's enough to bring back joy
and regain Your happy page.

First, l leave my fiance.
Then, you should not know my job.
If you know l am a *****,
you will wear a shameful robe.
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AN UGLY GIRL

I am a human being my dear
And have same feelings like all girls.
Don't look at me to taunt and jeer
As l'm not svelte with lovely curls.

I dream of beauty and shed tears
Since l can't draw the eyes to me.
My heart is crammed with hateful fears
That no one would my plain face see.

What can l do with such a heart,
Full of emotions and and great zest
While l lack what gives girls their might?
A senseless heart would be the best.

It's said that life is fair to all
And gives each what equals their strain.
Life has neglected my heart's call
That l would drudge just to obtain.

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A PART OF HIS HEART

A sense of love has stirred his heart
And driven him few words to write
To show the motives that drives him
To scribble what he calls a rhyme.

His love is great and seeks a vent
To pour on what he can create.
He gets his thoughts to fly so far
To depict what seems too obscure.

He finds his love's expressed in front
And what his heart for long does hunt
Is drawn in front of him so clear;
A part of his heart can appear.

He loves it much and says,"That's me."
He is so glad his thoughts to see.
It gets so dear, a part of heart,
As man of God's thoughts is a part.

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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?
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A  PAUPER

I have no field to plant, to irrigate and chant
and wait for crops to come to dance and beat my drum.
I have no trees of fruit to sell and buy a suit;
I am a street ambler, or just a mere pauper.

No movies are for me; these are what l can't see.
I know the place from out, but l can't poke my snout.
A film for me is like a sharp and hateful spike
that causes me much harm as l am just a ***.

No social life is mine as all regard me down.
They address me with scorn as all my clothes are torn.
Still l'm  a human being and ask why l'm so mean
that coins l cannot reach as they're just for the rich.

I have no girl to see; a kiss from her to plea,
to play with her blond hair and smell her perfumed air.
I have no right to that; girls think l have no heart.
I dream of wild amour though l'm too mean and poor.

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A PLEASANT CHARACTER

The heart of gold, the tongue of jokes,
All people love her when she talks
As she her words joins with a smile
Revealing great mirth in her style.

She has a jovial look when she
Listens to people you and me.
When she hears something insincere,
It shows that talk is strange and queer.

She looks as if she weighs the man
Whose conceit claims he is someone;
Her look imparts she knows him well
And if he goes on she will tell.

She shifts in speech from tears to laugh
As if she forgets her sad stuff;
She does all that with such a heart
That fills the place with pure delight.

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A POEM IS A PRAYER .
Good poetry, you are the voice
that moves the heart of that who writes.
His thoughts pass through his heart and float
on sheets of paper pure and white .

Bad thoughts are schemed inside the mind ,
which calculates the gain and loss.
They can't come near the heart as love
has made this site its lasting throne.

A poem that the heart indites
can't side with hands immersed in blood.
The heart is always soft and kind
and sides with feathers of its sort.

How great verse is when of pure source !
It flows to quench the burning thirst ,
and cleans the soiled mind of its dirt ,
a prayer inspired by the Lord.
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A PORTRAIT OF TWO CREATURES
A little boy of four is outside home.
He has a sandwich of delicious ham.
A cat rubs him and looks up with a mew.
He says, "All right, l'll share my meal with you.

"A bite for you and one for me all through.
I know your bites are small, but they will do.
I'll take small bites as l want to be fair.
Then both of us can take the correct share.

"This is the final round with its large meat.
Take just your due and give me mine to eat."
He offers it, and the cat eats much more
than is assigned to it as said before.

"You are a greedy cat. Why did you eat
more than your share of that delicious meat?
I'll tell my mum," he goes home crying loud.
The cat feels sorry, but it likes that round.
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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.
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A  PRAYER
You know me better than l know
my deepest thoughts and what l feel.
I feel too weak and stretch my arms
to beg your eyes to see my fears.

I am a man and have a heart
that has some wishes to achieve.
I pass from failure to mean state
and hide my eyes from who demean.

I beg you and look up and pray
I need your grace that gives me faith.
It can uplift my heart to feel
that my wounds are not wasted pain.

My hunger is so hard to bear.
I beg you to blend it with hope
that makes me able to endure
and not fall down as the weak drop.
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A PRECIOUS GIFT

God has rewarded me with rhymes,
Well noticed by some men and dames.
They like these ropes between the hearts
And what my pen to them endites.  

This mystic gift can fast avail
To world of flesh and world of soul
As it conveys joy to the mind
And soul in this and afterworld.

It gratifies my mind and heart
And brings them both a great delight.
Don't ask about the joy of coins
As when l write l own two crowns.

A crown that makes my soul prevail
And live in heaven's happy dale.
A crown that towers on my mind
When thoughts bind me with those around.

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A QUICK DECISION
He saw her near a village well
where girls would take their jugs to fill
the cups from which their parents drank
and thanked the hands that quenched their thirst.

Her face shone brighter than the moon.
She was so sweet with tanned, soft skin.
Her sparkling eyes one arrow shot,
but that sharp arrow pierced his heart.

He asked her where she lived to go
and see her parents if she wished.
Her look could calm his drumming throbs
as her eyes were a little shy.

That shyness made him dance the way
that led him to her parents' cave.
They said,"Without her we can't live."
He said,"With her you'll have a son."
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ARE PEOPLE EQUAL?
Where are the people who see life
is full of charm that's crime to waste?
There is something hidden somewhere
that makes a person satisfied.

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

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

A lot of people are humane;
they can achieve what makes them stars.
Be that who've helped them; God tells you,
"You are great, son; l'll give you more."
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ARE THEY EQUAL?
One carries on his aching back
a heavy tree trunk of great weight
approaching that unfathomed depth.
He needs two steps to bridge that fall.

But these two steps will send him down
where no one can see him again.
Without being safe, he builds that bridge;
he does not reach the other edge.

But that rich side is where hope lives
and all the people thank that man.
He's lived and died with that sweet dream.
The others relish what he's done.

Some take those steps and sacrifice
themselves not looking down but forth.
How can some people live to give
while others shamelessly receive?
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ARE THEY FOR THIS WORLD ?
He went there filled with hope that they'd give him a look,
thinking that he might get recognition from them.
He begged for just a smile to give him his lost post,
but that aim was too far from his hand just to claim.

Tactics were what could gain, but he was of good heart.
He would scowl to show them he was not satisfied.
Success, you always hide in the hand of deceit.
and deceit never was by his heart gratified.

Men of skills, you have built the great spires of the world,
and you wrote your great names to shine there at steep height.
Those whose hearts live for love are made not for this world,
and the spires fall on them as they are of short sight.
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ARE THEY HUMAN BEINGS?
How can life beget some souls quite void
of emotions and give them man's form
to connect their flesh for *** then split
after getting their cheap needs like beasts?

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

How can one get joined with that sweat dear,
whose flesh can give them such lovely warmth
and go, leaving their hearts fully trapped
after spending minutes both adored?
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ARE YOU A POET ?
Poet, you encourage war .
I wonder how you can do !
Do you know that your pen pours
gasoline on burning coal .

How can you send your sons there
to throw themselves in that fire ?
Why don't you go there yourself ?
Is that hell hot to endure ?

Poet, how can you admire
fire that consumes the flesh ?
Fire is made to feed sons
not to throw them out of reach.

Embers that your sons can't hold
burn their hands while yours are cool .
You behold the woes they feel
to uplift your selfish mood.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ARRANGED OR COINCIDENTAL?
How strange is life when you see how people get wed.
He is a boy when his wife's mum gives birth to her.
Perhaps by chance, he feels so pleased, not knowing why
as his own future wife has come to this wide world.

They are sometimes from different sites and varied states,
and fed with thoughts that make them yield divergent fruit.
One can be fed with golden spoon and one with hand,
and one has gone to famous schools, while one is dumb.

They move and travel round the world seeking for gain,
and they get near and then depart, but stay apart.
They drive, they fly and then they sail to meet at last
and have the blessings of their Lord to get one heart.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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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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ASKING FOR YOUR FRIENSHIP
I'm in need for someone as a friend
who can listen to my words and sighs.
When the world gets dark to me, l go
and tell him about what l go through.

Why don't You, my Lord, accept my link?
I confide in You and Your deep thoughts.
I can't trust in omens and portents,
but in you, l have all my heart's trust.

Give me tokens, my great Lord, to know
that acceptance is endowed by you.
I will be so happy if you do,
and l'll never leave Your precious hand.
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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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