THE BROKEN HEART
He could not be any pride
of his father who worked hard
just to see him in a post
of which he could talk and boast.

He was humble; he was meek.
He was too shy just to speak.
That made his dad lose all hope
and off his mind he would drop.

I met him; he got my mind.
Such a heart l could not find.
He lived for love and for peace
and to shun his dad's grimace.

Man is feelings; man is heart
though he is not always smart.
Don't break hearts and feelings wound;
though not bright, his tears are sound.
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THE BUTTERFLY AND THE FLY
Poetry, you are as free to fly
as a butterfly from rose to rose.
You don't go to that unpleasant fly
to impose on you its style of flight.

It approaches you just to disturb
your harmonious flow that it beholds.
This disturbing creature does not know
how to fly and wants the others so.

Fly on, butterfly; don't mind the fly.
It approaches to disturb your joy.
The unequalled charm of your own move
gains the hearts which know the taste of love.
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THE CELESTIAL MIRTH
A poet not so pleased with men and ground
raised up his eyes and looked at distant skies.
He grasped a thought just like an angel white
that charmed his heart and brought him great delight.

The angel was so pure, a simple nun,
so clean of heart and far from worldly whims,
obsessed with what was good for tortured men
and eager to endow the touch of Christ.

He found himself so cleaned of worldly dirt
that stuck to him from gluey desert sweat.
He felt a shower of the morning dew
did wash away the squalor of his world.

He was so pleased with what he sensed above,
the purest longing and the deepest love
that carried him to profound, pleasant thoughts
without what fouls the earth and spoils its mirth.
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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.
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THE CHARM OF DISTANCE

A song from far across the dale,
A voice so sweet of distant girl,
A warbling coming from afar,
All leave a heart aspire for more.

A word from far in written form
Can stir in you a raging storm.
You wish to near and kiss the hand
That's conveyed you that waited word.

You hear a voice from distant place.
You hug its tune in long embrace.
Your heart is placed in your fond ear.
The mouth-piece gets to you so dear.

Long distance you play with my heart
And make it shake and long to dart,
To catch that voice or that word in
And ****** it in heart within.

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

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

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

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

At the side of the lake, she sits eating her cake.
That cake can all her thoughts easily take.
I've just looked with soft eyes
how she can forget what her time lies
In her way to emerge in what time can her fold
either when she is young or gets old.

She forgets flying time and its speed,
caring not how the steep of her way can exceed,
taking her to the end we all fear,
but that cake blinds her eyes, and makes fear disappear.

Fearful time, why are you hard and cruel?
You seem proud that we all fear your rule.
You throw us such a cake, and we seem to forget
Where we go and what end we will get.

Don't be callous and keep for yourself little sense;
go at speed not so fast, and make fear not so dense.
We are all like dumb sheep in your field.
Why don't you your fast speed a bit yield?

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THE CHOICE
Your hands can gather quite a lot of gold,
but does your heart accept what you have robbed?
Your clever muse can write a lot of verse
but don't you fear it's effect on the crowd?

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

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

I'd love to be so poor, and beg my food
and lose my money and my precious fame,
but have a tranquil mind that hasn't hurt
or pushed someone towards the pit of flame.
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THE CHOICE
Your hands can gather quite a lot of gold
but does your heart accept what you have robbed?
Your clever muse can write a lot of verse
but don't you fear its effects on the crowd?

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

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

I'd love to be so poor, and beg my food
and lose my money and my precious fame,
but have a tranquil mind that hasn't hurt
or destroyed someone who'll send me a blame.
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THE CLOWN'S GOWN
Europe, you wax so frail and low
in all what you can see and show.
You've changed your verse to guessing games
but kept for it those great old names.

How can you place your modern verse
among the poems of great wits?
Don't you feel shy and hide yourself
as what you indite brings you grief?

You are still proud though lost your creed,
the secret why you could succeed.
You're getting funny, low and down;
no wonder your verse wears this gown.
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THE  CODDLED  CHILDREN
I am Your coddled child, my Lord.
You have a tender heart that loves the human kind.
On passion way, with cross on back, You told
the girls who cried,"Each cry for her own self
as each has such a life
so full of strife."
You cried for Your old friend, poor Lazarus
when someone told You of his loss
though You give life and can return
those who have gone.
You sympathize with man and feel for his long pain,
and You intend to cure his illness and ignore his sin.
Just on the cross, You said,
"Forgive them, my dear Dad.
They don't know what they did."
You love like that.
Why should l not depend on such a tender heart
and be a coddled child
asking the help of his most loving Dad?
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THE  COMPETITION

What can man say, but please my Lord
Help me to do well in this world.
It is for once, not to repeat
And all of us have to compete.

What can l do when l compare
Myself with Plato and Voltaire?
Should l stand still and say they are
Compared with me, they are too far?

How can l say so to my Lord,
Who will retort l give you mind.
I've given them what l give you;
You should like them stand up and do.

I'm your Dad, and they are your kin.
I think you should from now begin
To retrieve the time you have lost
And in your Dad and self have trust.

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THE CONCEALED MIRTH

We hear that God loves man so much.
That's why He gives him life on earth.
But pain and grief that poor man clutch.
Where is that love? Where is the mirth?

If life is a struggle from the start
and worry makes it hard to live,
the mirth in it will fall apart,
and death destroys what mirth can give.

That's not the case if we think deep
and deem the life of a tranquil soul.
Through his soul, man great pleasure can reap
and get the joy he will extol.

A man can live the greatest joy
when he explores the depth of faith,
the pure joy that none can alloy
and that starts man's bliss from this earth.

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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.

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THE COY LITTLE GIRL
Come to me my little beauty;
coyness has increased my passion
for the gifts that God would endow
to those who are puerile hearted.

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

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

This is how the Lord creates us,
pure and white so full of calmness.
Why do we neglect what's peaceful
and resort to what can burn us?
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THE *******

I have no one to think of me;
A ******* none would see.
I'm thrown on my abject wheel-chair
With heart too void of cheer.

My years are running just like yours,
But no one turns his eyes.
For some respect my heart waits for,
But with no hope to hear.

Like you, l need a touch of love,
But no girl cares to give.
I am a ******* who should not
Have normal heart to beat.

Don't look with pity; l'm fed up
And always drink this cup.
Treat me as normal just for once;
That's what l really miss.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE CROWN OF BOLDNESS
Life is not a dream of nonsense,
you can see just in your sleep.
Life is real ; ask who have won
greatest places in war fields.

Life for some men is a venture ;
they do all that can be done.
They with tranquil heart will wait for
what the consequence can gain.

Life gives great respect for all those
who reveal courage and force,
scorn for those who crave for sure ends
if those ends are low and mean.

Boldness is my aim and purpose
as it has the glorious crown.
Once you wear it, you die just once,
if bare headed, lots of times.
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THE DEAR TO ME

My heart is broken for those dear
Who are too weak and kind to bear
The harshness they meet in this life
From disdain to scorn and great grief.

They are looked on as senseless men.
They respect all but looked down on.
All men try to rob them their right
While they look with accepting sight.

My life will have the deepest sense
If l stand at their side of fence.
To show them that the fear of loss
Is harder than the pain of cross.

My Lord came here and cared for them
And mounted His cross to redeem
What was left of their self trust
And rise with them pressed to His chest.

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THE DECISIVE OPTION
He is the norm which man desires
if one aspires to what is good.
He's done all what those He has loved
will find so good for their own world.

He hasn't looked for what He likes.
His boon will all His life destroy.
It will disturb His glorious plan
and bring His heart most horrid woe.

This is the choice you have in life
to serve yourself or who are near.
You can't have both as selfish men
reduce to peat those who are dear.

Serve yourself and you lose your heart
or love those near, you make it warm.
You feel maltreated, but inside
you reach the balm of upper aims.
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THE DEVIL
Who are you, Satan, but the soul that fights what's good
to change it to mere dirt, the filth that you create?
You lost the joy you had; you want all men to lose
what's in their lives of mirth and be in your sad plight.

You lead an idle life; your soul would love to laze
away the precious time as rest is your prime taste.
Great men devote the gifts of talents they've received
to do what makes the Lord so pleased with what they've gained.

An empty hand you have and soul of extreme pride.
You can't see little men have gold in their mean hands.
You show them that their gold is muck that smirches them.
They throw it and they get, like you, mere hopeless men.
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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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THE EARS OF WHEAT

I wonder how man can accept
To write about a trivial thought.
He even calls it a precept
While it is minus than mere naught.

A poet has an aim to give,
A notion that can open eyes,
Not what he only can conceive
A clever thought he does appraise.

Wise men forever think they need
More knowledge as they are too small,
For better learning ask and plead
As learning has no end at all.

The empty wheat ear lifts its head
As it is light and contains none.
The fruitful one's heavy as lead;
It bows under its heavy crown.

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THE EARTH CONTAINS BOTH.
The earth is where the two are found at large,
the soul of goodness and the one of vice.
We are completely with the source of love,
but you and l, l think, hate what is bad.

A man in his right mind loves what is chaste,
and tries to get immersed in what is pure.
No one will go to sewage to swim there,
but all would love to rub themselves with balm.

I seek for perfume that l love to smell.
It takes me up to such a higher state.
This perfume and this balm are in the world,
but with them is the dirt that we avoid.
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THE EARTH IN HEAVEN
The Lord Himself appeared on earth to man.
He was the Son of God, and God Himself.
God showed man everything He talked about,
the angels and the devils and His saints.

Good parents and pure people dear to us
are those whom the Lord takes to be His folk.
They live on earth among us and quite near,
and fill the earth with joy, with love and cheer.

We love them on the earth, and they love us,
and they make heaven such a lovely place.
They feel so content there and make us feel
as happy as we are on the dear earth.
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THE ECHO OF DEEDS

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

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

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

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

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE  ENGLISH  LANGUAGE

Lots of people use this tongue
And make it nicer and strong.
By the use of foreign thoughts
English gains what it exalts.

Poems are delight to hearts.
Minds get from them gist and lights.
Help these songs to spread around.
New thoughts in your tongue abound.

I love English as it takes
Foreign words and them it makes
Useful ways to express thought;
That's what makes it so much sought.

English was poor but now rich.
When compared, it has high pitch.
Richness comes from foreign lands.
So it towers where it stands.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE ETERNAL UNION
When one holds a woman's hand, he feels they both
have become one human of a better type.
He can't be once more a person of his own
as this act has joined them both to be one soul.

Needs of each will lead his heart to feel his mate
such a precious part with whom he can't separate.
He will leave the world to be with that dear part,
who has got with him one soul and filled his heart.

Thoughts of gain will disappear between the two
as each cuts from his own life to give his spouse.
How can he be in her bed just for one time
and she's got a part of his most precious heart?
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THE EWE AND THE GOAT
Once, a sheep quite fat was forced to jump.
Its posterior fatty tail went up.
Near her was a goat that giggled long.
"Shame on You," she said to that poor ewe.

The reserved and timid sheep was sad
for a few unhappy days of shame
till the shepherd wanted to know why.
She surprised him when he heard her tale.

"Don't be shy," he said,"my decent sheep.
Look at her at any time you like.
You will know that you were seen for once,
but she makes a show of self and laughs."
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THE EXPELLED DAUGHTER
Man, my grief is greater than your raging wrath.
You've expelled your daughter who requires help.
What are fathers but refuge for those they force
to this world where none can be an easy step ?

Life's become so hard and sad for you and her.
You replace your tender love when she was near
with such anger that can rot your wrathful heart
and destroy the thrill she felt when you said "Dear".

When l see you're struggling hard to convince us,
I conceive how wrath can change great love to hate.
My sad heart palpitates hard and sheds some tears
for the time that you will spend with great regret.
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THE FRUITFUL TRUTH
Where is the truth all fruitful minds will seek
and they feel glad when its white cloud prevails
to fill the sky with what can supply land
to quench its thirst and give what fruit entails ?

Where is the truth that expels gloomy clouds
whose vapour comes from minds of selfish aims ?
It brings their lofty lands all what they need,
but houses of low lands it harms and maims.

I love the truth that can suit you and me
and brings you laughter ere the smile l get.
Then your high land with mine will have their fruit,
and we both have the great life we expect.
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THE FRUIT OF VICE

When man indulges in his vice,
And gives his flesh all what it needs,
Does not he think of its high price
When in his eyes his honour bleeds?

How can he meet the other folk?
Does not he look mean in his sight?
Does he accept himself to walk
Among who then appear so white?

I doubt if he can meet a friend
And shake his hand with that pure one.
All people will seem of pure trend
Except himself who has a stain.

He'll see himself a pile of dirt.
What has his vice endowed to him?
He deems he hides in his clean shirt,
And seeks a way out of his shame.

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THE GAP

The gap is wide and none can bridge
Between pure love and hateful grudge,
Between who love to beatify
And those who live just to decry.

Some live to see the smile spread
On lips of beauty with cheeks red,
While others want those lips to ail
And make cheeks' redness seared and pale.

Some love the rose on branch to live,
To give its charm and love receive,
While others break the branch and go
And cause the flower greatest woe.

Some speak with smile on their cute face
That heartens you to start discourse,
But others say just one rude word
That makes you hate them and the world.

My Lord, Your creatures are like verse,
Some to adore and some to curse.

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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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE GOLDEN MISTAKE
Saint Peter, you are dear and grand.
I'm pleased because you have denied
the Lord and wept the hottest tears
as you could not that mistake bear.

But you believed in Jesus' love
that it would not blame but forgive.
You came back with much stronger zest
and showed more love than all the rest.

I was so hopeless when l, too,
through sin l behaved just like you.
Only your faith could give me hope
to dry my tears and my faults drop.
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THE GREATEST MAN EVER
Jesus, You combine two natures,
one of man and one so mighty.
You created man and oceans,
and You lived a normal human.

Who can tell me if a person
can ever mention a great man
who has been greater than Jesus
though He lived a third of man's life?

Who could raise the dead and He rise,
cure the blind and forgive His foes?
Who could admit men to heaven
as He said to that on His right?

Forgiveness and not rules of force
was His laws and all His teachings.
Who could love His foes and let them
**** Him, but He, Christ Who loves all?
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THE GREATEST MAN IN THE WORLD
I think of what Jesus has taught,
and stand awestruck before this man.
I find Him that He is the best
of all who've walked under the sun.

I put aside that He is God
and write about His life on earth.
He's taught man love and to support
the little ones, not those of wealth.

He had great ruth on that female
whom none dared her soul to elate.
He sympathized despite the risk
and saved her from her horrid fate.

Who can endure the insults that
He suffered but He could forgive.
We can't withstand a little grudge
till we retort what we receive.
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THE GREATEST MIRACLE OF ALL
God showed the truth that He wants man to know,
the truth that makes man's life so full of glee.
God came to show us that He had Christ's form
to show Himself to man in His own Son.

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

Jesus has shown us how so great man is
that He has taken his own mind and form,
and came to us to show how man can reach
the great perfection through great deeds like Christ's.
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THE HAPPY JOURNEY
It is luck to be created,
to be born as a new creature.
You come to this world from nothing
where you're treated like a pupil.

You behold yourself on the earth,
one of many who are like you.
You see how they come and depart,
no choice, but they have to accept.

You would like to stick to this world,
but a better one is starting.
You will go to your Creator,
where eternal life is waiting.
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THE HEAVENLY SONGS

An angel is inside her jail.
She is a really charming girl.
No one beside to see her charm
Except the viol on her arm.

She plays on it a lovely tune
That brings around a great fortune.
The birds of sky gather around
To change to heaven her pure ground.

She lives with angels around her
Who move the pious love in her.
They appear as white charming birds
That coo their lovely, sweetest words.

Between her tunes and their love songs,
Her jail to heaven then belongs.
The land around and highest space
Become her heaven and dream house.

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THE HEEDLESS BABIES

Little babe, you want to eat
unaware of your own state.
Do you know what doctors say
or you leave all to your fate?

You eat and don't care about
what may occur to your health.
All are worried; their eyes well
with sad tears for what may fall.

We are not in better case,
Lying in this world of risks
Unconscious of lurking threats
That await a suiting chance.

Who is worried about us?
We don't see, but He is near.
His eyes follow, full of tears
while we laugh outloud with cheers.

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THE HIGH PRICE
Each man feels that he is the only one,
who is the central part of all the world,
and Jesus felt the same; He was a man
and sensed what other men were going through.

This Man and God knew well His sacrifice,
but was aware it would save Adam's kind.
He pitied them as Adam felt great joy
ere he was thrown a prey in his tough world.

But He could also know the price was high,
and He would pass throughout the cross rough way.
It would be His slow death that would approach
in those most horrid steps to that sad end.

They began beating Him; it was the start
of coming stages that were void of ruth
as all were gruesome, leading to grim death,
the sad departure from the near and far.

But man was weak and dear, and He loved him,
and wanted him to share the afterlife,
the life He wished to all who hoped to share,
even the thief who asked Him to be there.
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The HOLY TRINITY
My Lord, l see how You are three in one.
That will well clear how You made man like You.
You are the Father, Who rules all the worlds
as man's soul rules his mind and flesh on land.

You want us well to know that man's pure soul
has led the flesh to bear the cross of pain.
Through mind and flesh man works, but flesh will die
to resurrect to life and rise again.

The Lord, the Son, in His Flesh walked the path
that His Soul set to Him in Flesh to walk.
Then His Flesh rose from death as His Soul set
to make His Flesh as glorious as His Soul.

The Holy Spirit is the Love between.
He shares the Soul and Flesh to rule the worlds.
And thus, the Three are One but in three forms
as man in soul, and flesh and exchanged love.
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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 HOPELESS ONES
The cheerful dawn casts light on all mankind
and sows the seeds of hope in their ploughed fields.
Among the people are some luckless ones
whose fields aren't ploughed as they lack needed charm.

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

They look from far and moan their own bad luck
and weep to see their life's a horrid scene.
Can such ****** hearts taste love and feel delight
or just they look and sigh for how they seem?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE HUNCH-BACK OF NOTRE DAME
All the people have one they love.
Why am l deprived and lonely?
They look at a girl and she smiles.
When l look, she has the giggles.

Are they sons of queens and nobles,
and l am the son of servants?
Even servants have their lovers,
or l would no be on the earth.

Lord, l heard that poor Lazarus
had his sorrows at that plush gate.
Have l got mine where no sweet girl
gives me greetings but for kindness?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THEIR EYES DRESS MY OUTSIDE LOOK.
Give me a clean inside and l don't care
for all my outer state if foul or fair.
Let all the people say l am a thief
if l am certain that l lead clean life.

Let all accuse my honour and my name
and all my friends indict me for deep shame.
If l look inside and find myself clean,
I feel as fresh and pure as winter rain.

Nothing can disturb my inner clean white
if that pure ****** snow lives in my heart,
but whiteness can't be true when dressed as clothes
as it can hide the dirt that the heart loathes.

I scrupulously dress myself inside.
Let people dress me as my deeds decide.
If they have ***** eyes, that is their flaw.
That can't smear my heart or change its hue.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

THEIR WORLD AND MINE
My heart, don't look at those who try
to derail you from your own way.
They show you dirt and say it's fine;
they have their lives and l have mine.

The man who lives with his own soul
can't bear the mucus of a snail,
the sweat they produce on his chest,
where a clean girl would hate to rest.

Leave me alone in my pure world,
where my soul roams in its green field.
The flowers bloom, proud of their hues
to give such gorgeous, cheerful views.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE JEALOUS FROG
Men whose pride blinds their good taste
if they aren't always the best
are disliked by all the world
and they lose their kin and friends.

Frog, you can't compete with cows.
Stop your drink as your inside
will explode and end your life
while the cow will look and laugh.

Why don't you think that you are
amphibious and you can dive
while the cow cannot compete
though a big size all cows have?

Each in life can have his turn
and none can contest with him.
Men of pride, look for your turns
instead of your killing whim.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE LABYRINTH
What are you man but just a passing guest?
Why are you brought if life will end in gloom?
Are those, who bring you, pleased with its strange aim?
If not, why do they get involved in such a game?

I know some who can't have a sober mind.
They hate the world and drink to forget it,
yet they are married and they have some kids.
Why do they have them if the world is void?

What is the world but such a labyrinth
that gets quite clear through that eternal life?
What is the use if souls do not survive,
and live the pleasure of the world to come?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE LAMB'S FLEECE

Sometimes, we feel the world smiles,
And sweetest joy in us compiles.
Without a reason for that joy,
It falls on us and we enjoy.

What is the source of that fresh breeze
That cools our hearts and minds can please?
It makes us see the world so sweet
And all our problems we defeat.

Is it a message from above
That falls on those who live great love ?
It keeps away from hearts that hate
As joy and hate can never mate.

The source is vague but must be blessed
As misdeeds can't with joy be dressed.
If holy life can give us peace,
Why don't we wear the Lamb's pure fleece ?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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