WHAT CAN MAN DEPEND ON?
This life can't lead man anywhere.
Its end is blocked by sheer despair.
No features in it can remain.
He sticks to gueses that are vain.

Mysterious is the way man comes.
He ignores what he was before.
He is unconscious what can be
the state existed ere this earth.

What is the phase that he expects
will come when man will leave the world?
He can't depend on flesh and bones
as those who give them soon repose.
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WHAT COULD YOU HAVE DONE?
So great is life when it is seen
in what is felt from past to now.
Where is your placement in this crowd
from distant past to our world?

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

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

The crippled walked, the blind could see,
the dead came back to be alive.
You saw all that, could you defend,
or you believed but in your heart?
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WHAT DID YOU GAIN?
Soldier, who is stained with blood,
you or that who sent you there?
You **** those whom you don't know.
How can you such an act bear?

You sometimes are sent abroad
to attack who are at home,
and return with esteemed hands;
can that with your mind conform?

Don't you think that you killed some
who are dear to their poor kin?
Just a question l ask you
what did you by that act gain?
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WHAT DO I WANT ?
I don't know what l really want.
I want a state and not a thing.
I want to be a man whose time
is full of work to reach good sense.

I want a state in which l feel
myself a man who can give help
to lift those dear from puzzling loss
to hear their laughter and their cheers .

I feel that life is taking us
through space inside a closed capsule
that goes so deep inside vague space,
that has no end with routine view.

The empty space has got a maze
that has no paths but just sheer void.
Where is the capsule taking us
is what l want to know or guess .
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WHAT DO YOU THINK?
I feel l am so clean; l have no dirt
to make me troubled with my soul and flesh.
How disturbed man will be when some filth sticks
to his clean heart and mars the tune it beats.

He sits to write; he does not seem all right
as he feels that his heart conveys its dirt
to all his senses through his ***** veins
to make him feel the dirt and hate its smell .

How great is that pure Man of thirty three;
He rinses out the dirt with His chaste blood.
He makes his heart as clean as angels are
and renders him quite fit to use his quill.
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WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?
Where can l find my peace of mind
while each is drawing the common quilt
to his side not just for a cover,
but having it, no sense of guilt?

I shiver and beg for a share,
but no one listens to my plea.
I'm dying of the freezing cold,
but all are blind to what they see.

I look at their wide, greedy eyes,
but find them full of spurning pride.
They pride themselves on haughty might,
and look down on my pleading dread.

Am l a gent or just a mouse,
that fears to pull as others do?
I've thrown to hell my gentle ways,
and just to me the quilt l draw.
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WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
What have you done on that long trip which you have made?
You have worked hard, but all has left nothing in hand.
Your mind stands as a judge to ask what you have done.
What will your answer be? Is it, "l have done none"?

But you have worked so hard. What has your work led to?
You've helped a lot to be on better land than you.
Is that a good reply that can satiate your mind?
If yes, l think you have a mind too small and void.

You sit with those who speak about their work and wealth.
Are they of better skills that they could prove their strength?
Or you suppose they are what you cannot approve.
Say that to your own mind. Will it your words conceive?

You've drudged; that's great to hear, but now you do not cheer.
Did you give Caesar what to Caesar should adhere?
Thank God, your soul is clear, but is your mind clear too?
Your mind is shouting loud; calm down its loud ado.
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WHAT  IS  IT ?
Joy is what you seek in  life.
It's imagined you can find
in success or through a job
that can fill your money bag.

Safes and pockets are filled with
what is called some untold wealth.
Glorious terms are poured on you,
but your goal is out of view.

Inner voice is heard aloud,
"There is something more profoud.
You can't touch with hand but feel
it's endowed to make you grand.

"Once you get it, you feel life's
cheerful with no death to spoil.
You love all, creatures and beings.
Nothing your clear blood can roil."
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WHAT IS LOVE?
You puzzle me. What are you, love?
You are a feeling in each cell
that attracts one to someone else,
wishing to give her all his life.

If he can give his soul he does
so that she can live longer age.
Her long life will give her a chance
to live long periods of delight.

When he sees her lips have a smile,
he closes his eyes on that sight.
When he hears laughter from her side,
he plugs his ears to keep that sound.

He does not care if she gives him
a thing to join with him his dream.
What he cares for is to see her
the happiest person in the world,
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WHAT IS THE AIM?
Great is man if he can find his aim in life
ere the foot of fate can tread on his live heart
and can secure what may give a tranquil smile
since he has embraced his hope before he dies.

It's not easy to discern why we were born.
Can it be an act of chance with no intent?
Why did people look for creeds from ancient times
to perceive what gave them faith for such a trip?

It's a drama, but the actors have sharp minds
which enforce them to reflect and find its gist.
If this journey is a whim of **** two,
it will be a crime to have a child on earth.

Who enjoys this aimless life if it's a way
to a grave that waits for all who come and leave?
How can one enjoy a meter of this road
if the end will be the grave and horrid smell?
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WHAT IS THE PURPOSE?
Why are we on this most careless earth,
where each man looks for his own welfare?
We are left to face this ruthless world.
What can be the purpose of this trip?

Why do parents bring their kids to life
if it is a lot of work and care?
Do they have them as a helping hand
or avenge themselves on others' deeds?

There must be a purpose for their act?
What can that obscure objective be?
If there is no end that can please man,
what can be the aim of parents' roles?
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WHAT IS THE REASON?

Men of various colours come and go.
Wherefrom, whereto,who can ever know?
Tourists passing through a foreign land
With a sojourn no one can expand.

Why do parents bring offsprings to earth?
Is it love of kids to give them birth?
It's a question that needs lots of thoughts
None can answer ere his body rots.

For my little mind, the Logos plays
Roles that fill this world with sense and rays.
We aren't cows that crawl to their sharp knives,
Forced by sticks  to live and end their lives.

God has endless talents which  He used,
Through the Logus, Whose great work transfused
Empty space to fill the endless sky,
And created life, and birds that fly.

Then He formed  His man with talents which
Could make him a master wise and rich.
Logos made a logos to give life:
Is that not a reason quite enough?

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WHAT IS THE USE ?

You fear the future and you want
To live a life that can delight !
How can you carry that time bomb
And live a calm and tranquil llife?

The sense of fear, once in the heart,
Can spoil success, your love, your laugh.
Don't tell me your heart can live joy
And fear lives there and can destroy.

This life is not for who thinks much
If his thoughts are of cares and such.
That man can never have a smile
And his gloom is moved to us all.

Man of deep gloom, please don't indite.
You will destroy my mind and heart.
What is the use for men to live
If they shed tears, complain and grieve?

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WHAT IS THE USE?
The obscure darkness fills the sky
with stars that twinkle like man's eyes.
They ask if man can find an aim
of this fast trip and his short life.

The stars tell him that they have seen
a lot of people come and die.
They saw the cavemen yesterday.
Today, they see the modern men.

They passed like guests and still they do.
Why do they come? where do they go?
The stars and eyes twinkle and ask,
"What is the use of this vague trip?"
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WHAT IS TRUE LOVE?
What is true love?
It is the feelings that exist towards someone.
You give that person all your life.
You reach a state in which you lose
your value and all men's respect,
but you don't care.
You find yourself hung on the cross,
and people gather just to laugh and gloat
while you are quite rejected there
to suffer and to bear your pain,
and see a man who has no ken
go by and look with great disdain,
but you don't care as you can find
that all your pleasure is to give,
and give much more
to make the person whom you love
attain the state of being saved and called
"A redeemed one".
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WHAT IS YOUR PRIORITY?
Where can you find what gives you peace
that makes your life so full of mirth?
Can it be *** that ends so fast,
and then you have to clean your filth?

Or is it money that gives you
the chance to buy all what you like?
But you can't have a tranquil heart
as death will sever you from luck.

Perhaps, you think high posts and fame
can make you sure your name will stay.
How can you feel you have all that
when you are changed into some clay?

But you can enjoy all of them
if you have faith in Jesus Christ.
Your talents are achieved so well,
and life on land is highly pricced.
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WHAT MORE DO WE NEED?
Let me assure myself and have no care
as Christ wants all mankind to be aware
He gives us life and won't allow grim death
to end it with the end of life on earth.

He made mankind and then He took his form.
He loved him much and shared him his own home.
Then He assured him that He could revive
those who had died and bring them back alive.

No one save Him among the humankind
could restore sight to men who were born blind
and raise Himself from death on the third day
to make saint Thomas believe and obey.

What more do l need to feel or behold?
Can't all that prove He is the mighty Lord?
What l have mentioned was seen by the twelve
and written for mankind it to preserve.
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WHAT SHALL I DO?
Man on earth should some deeds perform
when it is his land and his home.
Flesh is born to do what the soul
can instal in it as its goal.

It must be an act of value
which can give a man a new hue,
that not so many can depict.
Few for such a task are quite fit.

Jesus showed us ways of great joy
that no fear can ever destroy.
What shall l endow whom l love
to be sure they love what l give.
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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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WHAT'S LOVE?
I've thought you're joy and utmost gain;
I've found you, love, an extreme pain.
You've pushed my heart to get attached.
Then you've got supreme in my heart.

In spring, when fair, the clime can please,
but still, l fear the touch of a breeze.
When time cheers up, l laugh but say,
" Good times have got a shortlived stay."

Love gets the whole of my fond soul
but care makes my soul soft and frail.
It gets too spent under love's yoke
but for love's sake, l cannot talk.

Love gets the master of my life
that for it l wage fiercest strife.
It makes me ken the life of Christ,
Who for His great love His life lost.
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WHAT'S THE SECRET OF THE CHANGE?
The apostles were afraid
and escaped from place to place.
After resurrection, they
did not care about their death.

What could make them bold and willed
to defy abuse and pain,
with no wish to shun an end
passed through boiling oil or worse?

They beheld in Christ the might
that could make their world so cheap
when compared with what He'd done
that submerged their hearts with mirth.

Kinds of mirth equal to joy,
seen in heaven, rare in sorts,
like resurrection which man
never witnessed in the world.
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WHAT WAS IT ?

I wandered near the sea and looked
At what could calm my nerves and mind.
The sea was calm, the skyline great,
But my lost aim l could not find.

The sea could mean a lot to me
With its low waves and endless view,
But on that day, l could not see
The beauty lain in waves or hue.

I found no reason for my mood.
Nothing was wrong; the day was bright.
All around me was nice and good
But could not make me feel all right.

My heart was missing something odd
Which l felt deeply in my heart.
I could not meet it in this world
Or even just imagine what.

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WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE ?

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

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

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

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

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WHEAT AND WEEDS
I imagine that there are some folks
who may have the spirit that destroys
what is good because they can't produce
Luscious fruit but litter is their crops.

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

Gourmets won't deem weeds as their own food.
They will always seek succulent crops.
Man can't live on ******* envy yields
though he fears that envy's ***** tongue.
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WHEAT AND WEEDS
I imagine that there are some folks
who may have the spirit that destroys
what is good because they can't produce
Luscious fruit but litter is their crops.

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

Gourmets won't deem weeds as their own food.
They will always seek succulent crops.
Man can't live on ******* envy yields
though he fears that envy's ***** tongue.
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WHEN A FAITHFUL PERSON DIES
A blithe surprise l will have when l meet God.
I remember how l felt when my dad came
back from his distant journey that took a year.
I entered my home front door and saw him there.

I was so glad and my heart could not contain
my wild joy that filled the house and all the street.
Now, my parents and sister and lots of friends
are with God and l miss them for years and years.

My great Lord has gathered them for me to meet.
His deep love is larger than the world and space,
and He knows what pleases me and can do it.
Who can say the pious' death is not big cheer?
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WHEN CAN I STRETCH MY HAND?
Nothing on the earth deserves
living for, save a pure heart
since a person then will feel
he can stretch his hand to Christ.

When you look at what He did,
how He dealt with those around,
and compare your life with His,
You'll be sure your aim is found.

Dangers of life make me deem
how He helped those who were poor;
I aspire to  His hand
to release me from my fear.
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WHEN HEARTS CRY
The streets on which my father walked
long time ago to reach his work
are dear to me and call my heart
to shed its inner tears unseen.

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

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

As they have left, my heart is squeezed.
I miss them and l have no hope.
Since l can't see them anymore,
I can't leave where they loved to live.
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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.
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WHEN THE SOUL LOVES
My love is greater than my mind can bear.
I see whom l love weak, which calls my tear.
I rush to help but feel ashamed of nagging eyes
that show my weakness though my smile tries
to hide that shameful tear that never lies.

My soul is full of love, Platonic kind,
that involves depth of heart and thoughtful mind.
I love through endless soul whose love is deep,
and ties two souls to reach a height so steep.

I speak with someone dear, and find my soul
embracing her sweet heart with love so cool,
so far from worldly touch but full of sense
that descends from the sky , the great love source.

All people are so dear if black or white
as they have touched my soul, my mind and heart.
I love it whenl hear they're coming near
and thoughts of getting far can raise my fear.
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WHEN YOU REALLY LOVE.
If you are fond of someone, you will find
that all her deeds can flirt your loving heart.
You watch her fingers when she weaves some work
and want to press her weaving to your chest.

You love her words and wish to kiss her lips
the purest kiss that makes you fly to height.
Her words are inculcated in your soul
as they endow all your celestial might.

When she just looks at you, she makes you feel
the soft and charming eyes are calling you
to save that look which gives a loving wave
that cools your heart like roses by the dew.

You love to catch her hand when in the street.
It sends a spark that gives your heart a move.
You feel the worth of life and why man hopes
to live so long if life can give such love.
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WHERE ARE THOSE DAYS ?

Went and passed, but still in mind,
Days that showed us life is sweet.
Cares my parents loved to stand
To see joy in us complete.

Days look like a charming nymph
With long hair, sitting on shore,
Combing black hair with triumph.
She attracts; none can restore.

Where are we from that great charm
That makes all life appear void,
Like the days of that past dream
That no hard toil can afford ?

Cares were placed in mum's fond hands.
Nothing can bring back to me.
Where are your tales and your lands ?
I recall, but l can't see.

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WHERE ARE THOSE PAST BELIEVERS?
I'm so hurt to see some Christians
are like those who mock my belief,
or conceited nonbelievers
seeking manias for strange conducts.

Christian faith could make old kingdoms
create their most splendid progress,
changing Europe to great countries
that could shine the torch of knowledge.

Where are we now from those people?
Europe's striding quickly backwards,
weakened by the gays that made it
countries of the old and white-haired.

Can those gays have their own children
and supply those who lift their banners?
Or they'll have them from the strangers
who will be their future rulers?
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WHERE ARE WE HEADING FOR?
How can a person plan behind
another one who quite ignores
the dirt of his conspiracy
to cause him wounds and great distress?

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

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

But now, it is the greatest shame
to clash with one on equal terms,
without a plot to steal his arms
ere you intend to start the fight.
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WHERE CAN HE FLEE ?

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

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

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

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

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WHERE CAN I FIND SUCH A LIFE?
I feel so lonely when l'm far from You,
a fish that gasps to see the river's depth
to stop for long nearby some stony ground
to kiss an algal spot for food and breath.

It has no other way to fill its gills
with what supplies its blood with needed air,
no food to hush the stomach rumbling sound
save in the water with its matchless cure.

Where can l find the love that sates my soul,
but in Your words that wash away my grief.
You give my soul a rush of joy so fresh
which gives me all the hope that grants me life.
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WHERE IS FORGIVENESS?
My Lord, l'd sinned with her, and l confessed.
How can l know that she cofessed her sin?
I secured that l'd washed my dirt and gained
forgiveness but she did not wash her filth.

My Lord, l beg Your heart and kiss Your feet
to forgive her before You shrive my sins.
How can l push her into hell and l
feel content that my poor shrift is complete?

How can l think of self and forget her?
Can l attain the buoy and let her drown?
Regret can't be obtained through selfish steps.
Have pity on her first and then on me.
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WHERE  IS  HEAVEN ?

Grudge, how awful you become
when you make a heart your home.
You the throne of God destroy,
source of love and greatest joy.

God makes man's heart His own throne,
where his love is fully grown,
building heaven from the flesh,
which becomes love's holy creche.

Heaven dwells inside my heart,
and endows me greatest height.
Love is kept in secure place
where the Child can lie in peace.

Highest skies, you are just void.
Heaven can't be in that world.
Heaven's where whom l adore
nestles in the depth of core.

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WHERE IS THAT VOICE ?

He sits neglected in the hall,
a little soldier, weak and small.
He was the captain of the troop,
but now despised by all the group.

Are hearts of people changed to flint ?
They care for empty pride to sate.
A crime with pleasure they commit
as long as they can self acquit.

Is there no voice inside to shout
and wake them during their dark night?
Is that voice silenced when they eat
to mix food with tears in their plate ?

It's said that man is soft and kind.
Where is that man ? Is he on land ?
The man l see likes just to show
an outer love, but hate below.

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WHERE'S THE JOY OF LOVE?
Love's not to exploit but give
what you have or even more
as your aim is to behold
whom you love is full of cheer.

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

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

Love is not a piece of sweet
that confers on you delight.
It's a burden causing pain
through it's harshness lurks your heights.
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WHERE MAN LIVES !
Where are we in this endless space ?
Where is the start ? Where is its end?
If our sun is so far off ,
and millions like it are strewn off ,
What can we guess about this space ?
Where are its depth and its extent ?

What can man be ? A creeping ant ?
I would love like that ant to be .
It may find itself in a field .
The field has limits it can see ,
and after all it has no mind ;
no more than that ants wish to find.

It is hard for man to look up
and see the space that extends far
with supposed east and supposed west ,
but none can know where they exist .
How much l pity you poor man
and wish you have the brain of ants .
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WHERE YEARS HAVE TAKEN HIM

He takes his folding stool and crawls
To sit outside a nearby shop.
He just sits there watching who pass;
That's what his health and his age suits.

He gets so bored with his ground floor,
With what he does and those around,
What his wife wrongly does at home,
But can't advise to shun a brawl.

Outside the shop, he spends his time
With his free thoughts roaming the realm.
He has a ready smile on face
For those who greet him when they stroll.

His smile is sweet and shows deep gist;
It shows the tranquil life he lives.
He is so glad with what he has
And nothing can disturb his dreams.

His content face just conveys this:
Don't care for what in life you miss
But just enjoy what you possess.

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WHERE YOUR HEART BELONGS

Your love to where your heart belongs
Is moved by words of ancient songs.
You heard and sang in your young years;
When old, you cry when your ear hears.

A song you heard your mother sing
And it remains in heart to ring.
Each time you hear, you hide yourself
As absence brings your tender grief.

A kind of dish or glass of drink
Your father loved and made you link
That glass with him that when you see
Past scenes are unlocked by that key.

A place each used and never changed
And what he loved he there arranged.
You've changed your house but those sites stay
When you recall your sighs they sway.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE ?
Cheer up and fill the world with a cheerful sound,
and let your merry voice fill all the world.
Don't be afraid of life as time will pass
whether your heart is frail or made of brass.

This life is like a dog if you fear it,
it barks, attacks and even tries to bite.
If you are firm, it howls and runs away
and hides itself where it can safely stay.

Rejoice and dance whatever comes to you
as time is fixed; you can't live overdue.
If you can't add to your fixed life a day,
Why should you spend it with a tearful eye.

Delight in life; the graves are full of men.
Some spent their lives with joy and some with strain.
The first have got great names on every mouth;
the second are recalled for mocking mirth.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHICH IS FIRST?
Faith and sinless life, both can lead me
to the world where life is complete joy.
Faith in Him will make my life so great
and restore it from its hardest doom.

What can sinless life build me to thrive?
It can't change the world in which l live.
Just it saves me from most harmful qualms,
but it does not show the dreams l need.

My desire in this life is what
shows me that the end is jubilant.
Man is born to live a cheerful life,
only the Redeemer can provide.

This unequalled Lord has come to earth,
suffered on the cross to make us live.
When we have deep faith in such a Lord,
sins will disappear from our world.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHICH SHOULD BE FIRST ?

When your house is on blaze of fire,
You can't think of a meal you miss.
First, put out what may you expire;
Then think of what your stomach miss.

I feel surprized at those who think
Of lovely eyes and perfect nose.
You can't do that when on the brink,
And you may fall and your life lose.

What is the meaning of this life
If all will end in that dark grave?
With problems and hard work is rife,
Can the prize be that gloomy cave?

A call l have to those who think
To strain their minds and solve this quiz.
When it is solved the cheers can clink
As then we will enjoy those cheers.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHO CAN DO THAT?
You changed the fate of vanquished men
who were afraid of lots of things.
They lived with You and saw Your signs,
which no man could ever have done.

Their faith was that You were the Son,
but they would ask, "Could He be killed?"
They were bewildered for three days
when You were in the grave wrapped dead.

Your men were scared. They lost their guide.
They did not know what they should do.
The Lord whose words led all their acts
was dead and they were orphaned kids.

What could abruptly bring them pluck
to make them heroes, organized
and move ahead just as before.
If it's rebirth, Who must You be?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHO  CAN  LIVE  THERE  ?

Land of devils, you have got the taste of hell.
No one who has some good taste on you can dwell.
Forms of life with those besmirched foes are hostile.
They can dismiss with great ease the cheer of smile.

Devils are so fond of raising feuds and fights.
If they don't, they can't live days or sleep their nights.
Who would like to spend his time with such a crowd
Whose main aim is just to prove they're lout and loud?

They are known for vile misdeeds and gross deceit.
No men in all sorts of malice them compete.
They can cheat and **** weak people with great ease.
No remorse can cause them pain if laws can't cease.

Life is for whose muscles rein neighbours and kin.
He can lead them where he likes to their ruins.
They become his slaves and he annoys them all
till someone can crush his strength and him control.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

WHO  IS  INDEBTED  ?
A man and woman fall in love and wed.
They live together in a private home
to share one life for better or for worse
and get the fruit of love, a little child.

Who is indebted to the other side,
the child or parents, to the end of life?
The parents have the crown of gold they wish ;
the child abruptly finds himself around .

On earth, man has great chances of renown .
One can enjoy his life and bounteous gifts .
Yet life can be big worries and much toil ;
he may not like what they for him have done .

Who bears the palm and who has borne the brunt ?
This life has its surprising ups and downs .
In your opinion, who would get more gain,
the child or parents who know what they want ?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHO IS POETRY FOR?
Poetry is just for that
who writes it to know himself.
He gets indulged in his life
and perceives its gold from wastes.

It's essential to conceive
what is right from what is wrong.
He indites it in a way
that reveals his inner thoughts.

If his poems have appeal
Publication can give help.
People enjoy what he writes
and its succour gives them light.

Life's great secrets are so deep,
and its beauty charms the mind,
but one should know how to live
so that he can see those sights.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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