A STONE IN THE WALL
What's the gain when you defeat a man,
or can prove you are the better one?
Lots of people live on this wide land.
Now, you are supreme; will it last long?

Don't care who is better or much worse.
Care for doing what you think can show
something of the truth which when you see,
you will say that's what l'm proud to be.

You will put a stone in that high wall
which when others see, they'll gain a lot.
They will see the gist that shows how life
can be better for mankind to live.
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A STUPID, OR A LUCKLESS MAN?
He has worked hard all his life to reach a goal,
and endured contempt from people and his friends.
He's pretended not to hear their spurning words,
hoping that the crown of gold on him will fall.

Time has passed and still his goal is far away.
He has spent a lot of time on that old dream.
His concern is not for coins which he now lacks,
but for drafts he has at home; he can't display.

Men of thought do not expect from those around
save a question, "What have you as bank accounts?"
When the rich open their mouths, the poor should hark;
men with brain should know that gold can speak aloud.
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A TOAST FOR THE PRESENT

I can't think of what may come.
It will cause me lots of harm.
I will think of what l can
capture from the present time.

Every moment that l live
has something for me to give.
Why don't l take it and smile
and inured time l forgive ?

Past time is just what l now
live, but stripped of its bad show
since what l lived as great fear
turns out to be a heart glow.

Nothing can seem dear and nice
like a hardship we surpass.
Why don't l enjoy my time
as success may be my case?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A VOICE FROM AFAR

Distance makes the voice so sweet.
It flies from a heart to greet,
Bringing words of softest kind
That it picks from distant land.

On its way it finds a key
For your heart that waits with spree
Whose charm comes from distant place
Choosing your heart for its grace.

That long journey sharpens lure
Which your heart fails to endure.
It would craze you to get near,
But where are you from that dear?

Echo has such an effect
As its source is not direct.
It comes from an obscure place
Which your  heart would pant to trace.

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A VOICE FROM THE PAST
A beggar sat beside a church.
A baby slept on her thin arm.
A lullaby she sang to him;
it conveyed me such profound charm.

I stood so near but looked away.
I was all ears to her soft voice.
Hot tears welled from my blushing eyes,
but her song made my heart rejoice.

It was the song my mother'd sung
when she kept us under her wing.
I missed that voice that brought us sleep
with that soft tune she used to sing.
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A WOMAN'S PARADISE
Of her free will she stays in her own home,
converses with her kids, who are her dream.
She has one thing special, her mate's parole.
These are what her kind heart loves to extol.

She is quite satisfied with what she owns
not conjuring new thoughts which make new crowns.
Love for home and what it confers on life
have got all what she has and her belief.

What satisfaction is that women have?
All what's they're after is their house and love.
True smiles on husbands' face are all their needs.
They're the purest angels that the Lord sends.
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A  WORTHY  LESSON

My Lord, You taught me basic truth;
The worth of man lies not in wealth.
You came to earth a man so poor
And died on cross without grandeur.

The Maker of the earth and space,
Who could destroy those who would face
Endured much pain on His death cross
And died too young accepting loss.

His mother's heart was torn by pain
To see her Son in such sharp bane.
A word from Him could end it all,
But what He wished was useful goal.

He could in His main aim succeed,
Defeat His death, in life proceed.
He showed that all was in His hand,
And resurrected back to land.

He cleared to man that He had strength
To trample foes as He crushed death
To show that power lies within
Not for vain wreck but useful gain.

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BEAUTY AND TIME
I live great love that simmers in my heart.
It aches sometimes as it becomes too hot
as beauty changes fast just like a rose
that prides itself on what so soon it throws.

You are created thus to gain deep love.
Who can see such a rose and does not crave
to smell its perfume when a breeze drifts past,
all except time that speeds to sweep it fast?

In heart, you live for long but not in bloom.
Do you exist fast time to bring man gloom?
All beauty has a charm, we love a lot.
This charm is felt much more when it is short.
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BETWEEN DESPAIR AND JOY
I've lived the feeling of despair,
but is it bliss or it brings hell?
Despair can sometimes tell the truth.
The world has none of what is ruth.

When we know that; we doubt the world
with its importance and look in,
asking the soul for some support,
and trusting what has none to end.

We choose the Lord to make us bold
and help us see what will extend
to endless life when hair won't dare
to tell us it will change its shade.

The Lord will be the guide of all
and show us what will make us soar
through space that has nothing to bound,
exactly like our joyful souls.
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BETWEEN LOVE AND ***
A man can challenge all the world,
but can't defy something in head.
When his heart tends towards a goal,
no power can deflect his will.

Look at those two who are like one.
They are one; their souls them combine.
Their loving hearts make them quite queer
as each can't live without that dear.

Some people feel that love is ***.
Their hearts and souls have no effects.
Like cats, they join their flesh and howl
and exchange beds until they fall.
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BETWEEN LOVE AND ***
When love was pure in that old past,
their poets wrote such lovely verse.
But now that love is ***** ***;
they've changed their shame into silence.

Where are those plays that charmed their youths
and made them love in such a way?
They have been changed into mean ****,
which upsets stomach night and day.

Look at old Europe how it rose
and gave the world its great progress.
Where is that Europe of pure love?
Through *** and shame is in a mess.
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BETWEEN THE PAST AND NOW

A poem seems to trace all arts.
It loses power and gets small.
The shorter your curt poem gets,
the better for you and us all.

A poem gets too short and shy
Not longer than just four brief lines.
No one is ready to descry
the longer ones as patience whines.

It should be clear and quickly kenned,
or puzzles that amuse the mind.
If not, none would his time spend
since readers are in no time bored.

Where are you writers of past verse
that used to charm and give deep thoughts?
Or was verse then the learned's main choice
as none else were there but their notes?

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

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

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

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

What can one do in a boring crowd?
Those around him of true sense are void,
And their accent is of haughty mind.
He feels lost and comfort does not find.

He exploits the power inside him
To impose a smile wide but dim.
It makes matters worse to those who see,
And he seeks a chance just to get free.

Where have birds of feather flocked and flown?
Those who are around are quite unknown,
Not in person but the way they think
That can drive him to sheer madness brink.

He fills all his face with empty smiles,
Longing to be far a thousand miles
As he hates to see the others hurt
While his nerves he can no more exert.

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BOTH ARE PURE.
What can be purer than a child ?
He has a heart so clean and white .
The snow that covers mountain peaks
is senseless and is not as clean.

A man's heart is as pure and soft;
the weak and pure are perfect twins.
Their father is the love of life
and mother's gaining this dear gem.

The child cries loudly when in fear
and resorts to his mother's skirt.
The man, when afraid of near death,
refuges to his Lord's calm shrine.

Attacked, a child will shout and scowl
to show his might and his great wrath.
Insult a man and you will see
his shouting, anger, and his strength.
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BRAVE THOUGH WEAK
When l see a weak man say what he believes,
I admire his strong will and trust in self.
He displays how man can be so brave though frail
and you love his being bold although too weak.

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

Who can taste the sublime truth and then return
to accept what secure life can always give?
Man who knows how Jesus felt can never be
mean again to avoid fear or instant death.
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BUT DON'T WORRY.
Little flower in the garden,
you have charmed me with your splendour.
Sweet's the smell which is around you,
given by your splendid odour.

Getting near you makes me wonder
why is life so harsh on livers.
Now, your youth is proud and haughty.
Have you thought about the coming?

Happy flower, do not ponder
on what goes on in my silence
as you cannot change your future
which is imposed on all creatures.

You are happy with the present.
Enjoy it and do not worry.
That, Who gives you all these wonders,
surely tucks away what's better.
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BUT HE DOESN'T CARE !
I know l am a ***** little girl,
but still l am a child as people say.
When l see something sweet, l yearn to steal.
A thief l'm called though they still say a child.

The children of rich homes say l'm possessed
by Satan who drives me to live outdoors.
They throw their stones at me to **** the foe,
and stop the nasty smell when l pass by.

All those well-bred infants hate me so much
except a little boy who is so kind.
He shares his food with me and gives me sweets
though people in the town call him an elf.
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BUT I WILL RETURN.
What are you, thoughts,
but like what can be brought
by gazing eyes that look
at smoke that comes from frankincense
to charm my eyes
and fill my heart with piety?

I inhale some of your
entwining curves that rise
to Whom they are addressed
and l can live with Him in His high lodge.

It's easy for them to lift me.
At times, they might be strong
and take me far too high
to spheres which are so sweet.
But l should keep in mind
I will return
and find myself in that old world
which is so rife with plots and nasty schemes.
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BUT STILL A WOLF
A newborn wolf was nursed by a tender sheep
and grew up a constant love to all their type.
When he got fully grown, he loved to live
with that who helped him in life to survive.

Two rams who saw him faithful to their herd
spoke kindly with him, but they were afraid
of his sharp teeth and his long, fearful claws
that could tear them to pieces in hot rows.

The poor wolf tried his best to show his love.
He warded off attacks, fierce wolves could shove.
He faced great danger just to gain their trust,
and get one of the herd that he loved most.

But still he was a wolf to those two rams,
who saw in him to their pride humbling slams.
A look at him would make them see his source,
a foe who was a fierce fiend to their house.
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BUT WE HAVE TO LOOK !
Oh, bird of love, how sweet you are !
You make the world around you shine
with light that allures who are near
to look and fall in endless love.

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

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

You have the charm that touches us
to love the beauty of the world.
How can we get your lovely spell
if we don't look to love that view.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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BY FORCE, LIFE
Happy life is in my hand.
I can make it smile by force.
In my room no sun can shine
if the curtains are not drawn.

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

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

At that time, l snatched what could
bring a smile to my glad mouth.
I'll do now what l did then,
mock you, life, despite your chain.
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BY GOD OR NATURE?
There is somthing inside man urging for love.
Does it start just by itself or that great Hand?
Do the poems that we read indite themselves
or the hands of poets build in them their rhymes?

Do the oceans and the seas, with lives in them
happen by sheer chance or made by skillful Hands?
Rocks and sand can't have been made just by themselves
as there is a sort of beauty in their art.

Creatures walking on the earth, male and female,
have the greatest love to those which pull their sight.
In this way, they have newborns to save their kinds
and keep them in constant state to stay alive.

I imagine that the Lord has placed in us
the emotions that we have as nature can't
make those feelings as its work depends on laws,
but the Lord depends on love as He is Love.
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CAN DIRT REPLACE PURITY?
Man is moving from the spirit
to the body and its pleasure.
He is facing lots of changes
from emotions to what's *****.

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

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

How can dirt be brave and and mighty
to involve itsef in rapture
changing what was high and honest
into what is so disgusting?
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CAN LOVE BE ANSWERED BY DUTY?
You are my freedom from myself.
You want me free and void of care
as when l seek to keep the laws,
I won't be of Your light aware.

Your precious rays inside my heart
will clarify Your precious love.
How can't l see myself so grand?
You've died for me my life to save.

Few mums and dads can do Your deed.
They get so great in books and tales.
Deep love can bear all kinds of pain
so that the loved one never fails.

You've shown me, Christ, the place l have
in Your soft heart and You're my God.
My answer can't come through the rules,
but love with love must be exchanged.
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CAN WE TRUST FLESH?

Frank and sincere l have been in life.
I can't do what provoke doubtful strife
In the mind of those too little ones
As that will lead them to full ruins.

But the mettle of my heart is strict.
I want all my thoughts to be exact.
Don't give me a part of what l love;
Give the whole or it to hell you shove.

Flesh, you can't convince me of your state
As time to a servant you abate.
How can l place all my trust in you,
And little worms will all your might chew?

Days are passing and flesh gets too frail
Slowly to grave it crawls like a snail.
Hope can't be sought in flesh or its might
As it's hopeless those weak worms to fight.

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CAN YOU HELP, READER ?
When l feel my life is empty
of the joy l need to survive,
I resort to my quill and ink
and remember things that l like.

Poetry, you are my pleasure.
With you l can roam the whole world.
All the world obeys my measures
of the rhythms that fit my own style.

I think of the world, but l can't
imagine the gist of man's life.
Verse, you solve all man's hard problems,
all except the essence of life.
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CAN YOU RETORT?
How can you think of your food,
of your work and what you do
when you know there is an end
that will place you in a tomb?

No matter how long you live.
Long or short, there is an end.
This condition stays for long,
the forever and a day.

People live under this cloud,
which endows their sky black hue.
How can they forget their tombs,
and enjoy a bud that blooms?
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CAN YOU SURVIVE HOPELESSNESS?
I feel surprised how man enjoys
the food he eats, the spring cool breeze.
How does he like to promenade
along the coast or round the town?

We relish food when we are sure
that days will bring good news and joy,
the sun will give its splendid rays,
the moon will be quite round and bright.

We get disheartened when the sun
Is hidden in the writhing clouds.
The moon disperses its faint rays
through clouds that threaten to downpour.

How can you, man, relish your time
and you perceive you are a dude
whose end will be that nasty grave,
the land of worms that you can't swat.
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CHEERS TO THE PRESENT
The past has passed and won't return;
don't think of what you'll never own.
The future is obscure to you;
it's just a mere uncertain view.

The golden treasure is just now.
Endow it all that you can do.
Give it your mind, and all your strength
and build through it your future wealth.

The present is all what you've had
for what you did and what you stored.
Use it and all your future will
be full of wealth and precious skill.
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CHILDHOOD
Childhood is the proper tree
in which joy can build its nest.
It's the time of purest glee
when the fruit is of rich taste.

You give us the shade where love
can prosper under your leaves
where we hear the cooing dove
sing the love which in it heaves.

We grow up and life gives us
lots of gifts to cheer and rove,
but we feel the joyful sense
is still inside childhood's cove.

Childhood, time of true delight,
life's white moments with you hide.
Christ wants all to dress as white
ere they dwell in His pure land.
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CHILDREN AND HEAVEN

If you don't get like a child,
Paradise won't be your land.
Paradise will be your house,
If like children you rejoice.

Who can live the joy of Earth
Except children in their mirth ?
If you don't believe, ask self
Which days you love in your life.

Chocolate or a piece of sweet
Makes their joy full and complete.
Games in streets bring them great joy ;
This pure life's what they enjoy.

They feel no hate and love all ;
Minutes only end their brawl.
They give their food when they see
Beggars come near with a plea.

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CHRIST IS GOD
The angel who could roll the big grave stone,
and Your return to life after Your death
have left no doubt that You were the great Lord,
the mighty God of ours and all the world.

All your grand life and deeds showed beyond doubt
You were the Lord Who could be scared by none.
You would do only what You thought was right,
not caring how the whole world would react.

Where is that man who won't defend himself
and destroy those who'll **** him if he can?
Instead You said, "My Father forgive them.
They do not know exactly Who l am."

Where is the lord who cannot see a man,
deprived of hope and lonely, shedding tears?
You came to us to spread Your profound love,
which You lived there with Your Father above.

You gave us what no strength can ever give
except the mighty God, Who rules us all,
and loves us in a way that men ignore,
so You descended to make us love more.
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CHRISTMAS
In Your creche, l find Your target
of the love the world would neglect.
People live in their high tower
and the Lord's in His stone bower.

People are pleased with their gaining
through corruption and misdealing.
Power of the flesh is haughty
and it builds on boasts and cruelty.

Lord, on hay and in your cradle
like a lamb, You are so feeble
Lying meekly in a manner
when observed, the mighty cower.

In Your mildness, there is glory
telling us Your greatness' story.
It reveals and shows Your purpose:
the sublime love's found in weakness.
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CHRISTMAS
God's children needed help from their great Lord.
You left Your heights and came down as a Child.
The Child reassured all the hearts of men
that He would bring His love the world to reign.
You took man's form and followed his own style
to show that man to You is so worthwhile.

The people yearned  to know what was that Lord
Who can do all and build the sky and world.
You showed them that He is sheerly a born child
Who loved man much, and him He glorified.

How modest You were when You left Your skies
and showed us God in that young Baby's eyes,
assuring man that his Lord is a fact,
and dwells in all the world and in man's heart.
I beg You, Lord, for rebirth in the hearts
to touch the faith, and kindle our lights.
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CHRISTMAS
So great is life to have such God,
Who's all the goodness when it's full.
He is the supreme of what's good,
what is quite perfect and sublime.

We lack perfection on the earth
and always ask to meet with it
to give us power and delight.
He showed Himself to us as man.

We've felt surprised just from the start,
at His birth, early life and mind.
His love astonished who saw Him
present His blood and heart as food.

How don't we celebrate the birth
of that ideal love Who died
to save who killed Him while He smiled
as He loves us to be all saved?
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CHRISTMAS
The earth is doomed by what we call an end,
and so is man, who moves towards his tomb.
Man lives in search for knowledge and intent.
The holy Child is born to make them known.

The Lord, Who makes the world, wants us to ken
Who is the Lord, Whose words all men obey.
He comes to earth, a Child in that poor crib:
a Child in form but in His soul the Lord.

He comes to die so soon to show that death
for Him is nothing as His soul's alive
and even in His flesh He shines again
to reassure all men of their grand end.
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CHRIST'S  HAND
I was frail and my eyes full of tears,
and l turned my red eyes from the land.
He looked down at my soul, my raised eyes
and came down, stretching forth His strong hand.

Crippled down, l stood up from my seat,
full of life that l yearned to obtain.
All what my thirsty soul wished to have
from His hand, like that blind, l could gain.

Life was what He could give my poor soul.
It fulfilled all my dreams of delight.
I found hope and the rest that l lacked,
clear and pure to my eyes and my heart.
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CHRIST'S PEACEFUL BAY
Spread Your tranquil light
on the sea calm mat
where the ships refuge
from the waves so huge.

You have given man
peace through love, Your plan,
to reveal the way
to this peaceful bay.

Men outside this shore
love to lock their door
to protect their blood;
hate craves for a flood.
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CHRIST'S SYMBOL IS THE CROSS.

This is the sense that l get from
My life and that of everyone.
Sadness fills Mine and yours can cram,
From the great to the weakest man.

You whipped and hung Me on the cross;
I was none in your haughty eyes.
I pity you as you will pass
Same death ere you get in My skies.

I came from up to show the type
Each one who lives on earth will see.
You laugh and cheer but have no hope
As your end won't be that of glee.

I give a symbol to My creed
That shows My love mixed with great pain.
This symbol is the painful rood
That l climbed just to bring you gain.

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CHRIST, THE REDEEMER
The men around You are immersed in guilt.
This one has killed a neighbour, and that one
has robbed a house and caused the man to die,
and leave a wife with girls to beg their meals.

The killer and the thief begin to see
the blood they've shed appears in their insight.
They see inside their souls the blood they've shed
and live a state of sharp and deep regret.

You pity them and take the sins they have
to bear the blame for things You haven't done.
You walk the way of Passion and the cross
to have the men quite freed from their remorse.
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CIVILIZATION
Civilization, you were built
with a hammer, pen, and sword
through the people who had will
to get married and to spawn.

Those great people built and fought,
but got nervous and too old.
Children left their homes and streets,
filling those of poorest lands.

They have come with greatest force,
but their pen is of poor ink
with a hammer and sharp sword
to demolish not to build.

Men of brilliant walls and spires,
can you have new babes to stand
to defend what you have built
or just hide under your quilt.
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COINED FOR CHRIST
I've asked myself,"How was the word 'God' coined?"
I've found that "G" is for the nice word "good".
Indeed, God is the source of what is chaste
as seen in our Lord, pure Jesus Christ.

And "O" is for His "omnipresent" soul
that fills the world and exists in us all.
He sets Himself on earth, in space, and skies,
and exists in all hearts and saintly eyes.

And "D" is for the "deeds" that show His truth
as what He says is true without an oath.
He said He came to die. He came and died
and three days later rose as prophesied.

So fit's the word we use for Him as shown
and suits His deeds and painful crown of thorn.
It had been coined long time before He came,
but seemed as if it had been coined for Him.
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CONSCIENCE  CALL

Conscience call, you are the voice of God,
That in hearts of men, you shout so loud
And tell us when little men we hurt
As we destroy dreams that hearts assert.

She walked long ways searching for jasmine
And was glad she could a bunch obtain
When he crossed her way and just for fun
He threw her bunch in the stream and ran.

Nothing she could do but looking up
At the sky, where all the weak get hope,
And went with a tear inside her eye.
She did not retort, but just asked why.

Life on earth has its own secret ways
As God always in the conscience stays.
He speaks with us and makes us repent,
And the wrong that we have done lament.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CONSCIENCE, THE LORD'S VOICE
All his friends have turned their eyes
from his face that lacks the charm.
No-one gives him hopeful warmth
for good friendship of a sort.

He has used his patience long,
but he gets a lonely man.
Where can he find someone who
shares his serious points of view?

A profound voice inside him
has begun to call his name,
"I accept your friendship, man.
Speak with Me. l am your Lord.

"I reply through My old print,
whch l have placed in your heart.
Speak with Me and l reply
through your conscience, My dear friend."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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DEARER THAN SELF
How can man begin true love
if he knows that he will die?
He's involved in deepest sense
which controls his tender heart.

How can one connect himself
with a person and then goes,
leaving her and going far
with no hope to meet again?

Man is soft and can't depart
neglecting whom he adores.
There's no meaning for his life
if he starts but can't remain.

Love exists to stay alive,
or it burns where it resides.
Only heaven makes us sure
man won't suffer after death.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DEATH AND ETERNITY

The heart that God resides
Will live eternal life.
That man to heaven glides
To be of endless stuff.

But that who gets his joy
From what his flesh can give,
Will face a sly decoy
As flesh can't for long live.

Where is your might poor flesh
If you cannot resist
Cruel death and its strong mesh
That you can't flee its fist?

Supposed to trample death,
And live eternal life,
You should control your filth
That renders you its serf.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DEATH, THE CHEERFUL BIRTH

I'm lost inside a dense forest.
To find my way out l can't trust.
My fear has started to prevail
And sweat began me to assail.

How fearful life is when not sure
And where you go is quite obscure.
You fear all kinds of dreads and pains
That your obscure setting attains.

The forest may contain wild beasts
That tear to pieces flesh and wrists.
But what unknown state death can bring
After in grave one has been flung !

That makes me think of what faith gives
To make man sure his soul survives.
Then man will feel that his own death
Is nothing but a cheerful birth.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DEEP THOUGHTS AND LOVE

Bird, l want to fly like you,
but l don't have wings to do.
I'd like to fly and to glide,
Looking down at distant land.

I'll be free and soar, dear bird,
through the heights that none can reach
and see the clouds from above
how they hide people from me.

I'll keep going higher up
till l find a peaceful place.
There, l'll glide and meditate
on this life and people's fate.

Thoughts and gliding take me down,
and the cloud curtain is drawn.
I see people once again,
but with eyes that love all men.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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