GIFTS AND WORK
You exist in life to cope with
certain duties which can differ
among men who get their talents
from the Lord Who rules all creatures.

Talents are endowed to people.
They are distinguished in measures.
When you use your utmost talents,
you will relish greatest pleasure.

Great is life when you get lofty
on the throne you've built to tower
high above what people can do
but do not forget your Giver.
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GIRLS
Girls are made to fill the world
with what's lovely and so good.
When they pass me in the street,
they fill my nose with sweet scent.

They are like a jasmine tree
with green eyes so full of glee,
smoothest touch with lovely hue;
I see them as charming view.

Those old men who are so prim
stare at them with their old whim,
claiming girls have lost their shame;
they gape at them just to blame.

Girls for me can make my wife,
mothers who bring us to life,
sisters who can be so great,
daughters who are hearts and sight.
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GIVE ME A SIGNAL, LORD.

No length of time on earth to lose
Without an aim that cools the heart.
Life is too short; use all the clues
To find life gist ere you depart.

Life is a chance to find your peace
When you a mighty goal achieve.
Then fear of time you will erase
As you the pith of life conceive.

Your peace may come from works of art
That leave on earth a glorious fame
Which keeps you glowing as a fact,
And your torch shines as brilliant flame.

The greatest gift is just to know
And get of second life so sure.
Can we  gain it through what we do
Or through what God on us confer?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

GIVE ME MY DRESS AND COME WITH ME.
Dear mum, give me the dress l love to wear.
I want to be the charm of all who're there.
I yearn the eyes to look only at me.
I am a girl, my mum; that is my glee.

My eyes have unique spell; no eyes can vie.
The other girls see me and feel so shy.
No wonder, mum, l want to be so fair.
I am a girl, and that to me is dear.

The young men in the town will come to dance.
I'll be a lovely sight for those who glance.
No one can see my eyes and go away.
I want the best of them with me to stay.

Don't worry, mum; l won't leave you alone.
You are the one who gave me what l own.
You'll always be inside my heart and home.
You are my start, and you are my end dream.
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GLOOM  AND  CHEER
Whatever has an end can't make man glad
as when it starts, he thinks about its end.
What can this life give man if death waits there
and he  thinks of its scythe and ruthless fear?

Can most delicious food atone for that
and friends at parties help him to forget?
Can journeys and success make life less grim
as all will pass and death will wait for him?

The only thing that can bring him delight
is if man knows that he will  stay alive
somewhere, somehow and meet the people whom
have formed his past and have not tasted doom.

Then life's most buoyant smiles on lips appear
as death won't be the doom but complete cheer,
and man will live the joy that never ends,
which starts just when he knows that life extends.
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GLORIOUS LIFE
It's glorious to pass through the world
though there is death in its last scene.
Its start is great, the joyful child,
who lives a period of delight.

He grows up and he feels his mind
start to unfold the hidden wealth
that life conceals inside its time
and he starts diving in its depth.

One gets so famous for his rhyme
and lives with angels in their sky.
He enjoys life with rhyme and thoughts
and glides in heaven where he floats.

One finds in science various fields
with Einstein his fame will bloom,
while some are charmed by Napoleon.
All feel glad when their planes are flown.
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GLORY ON EARTH

The Child is lying in the creche,
And we're around Who gets in flesh.
We are surprised with eyes in tears;
God Himself comes to bring us cheers.

I rub my eyes to clear my sight
And see Him more; can that be right ?
The Lord is here in crib He lies
Just near my heart and amazed eyes.

The Child extends His hand to dry
The tears that well from my stunned eye.
I kneel to kiss His little feet;
Toes like pine nuts with charm complete.

All people come and Him surround.
Their hearts cheer up with cherubs' sound
As they sing with a voice so sweet
The word of Gloria they repeat.

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GOD AND MAN
I think of what l need. I find the first
is my morale which makes me feel at rest.
It is a case dependent on my soul,
which, only it, can worried mind console.

In history, the Christ made what surprised
the human soul which He  through love appeased.
The laws had ordered an eye for an eye
as His pure love is found just in the sky.

Who raised the dead but Him, and those who came
to continue His way and preach His aim.
Where can we find a miracle but there,
where His saints are at rest, yet they still care.

Where can l find a Lord whose love is great
to kiss His hand and place it in my heart.
His hand does not need help, but l need it
to give me great morale, and my way light.
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GOD AND MAN

The Lord lives inside man's deep heart
To grant man peace and clear his sight
As He knows what man meets on earth
From doubt to needs and fear of death.

Man is none but a toddling child,
In profound space rotates his world.
His eyes with wonder always try
To fathom his earth and his sky.

He does his best in all his quest
And does all that with fervent zest,
But fearful foes lurk in his way
To expose him to full decay.

He finds himself a paltry spot
Thrown in a space where his earth's shot
With lots of doubt and fear of end,
He sets out to all comprehend.

God sees all that and pities him
As He puts him in that odd realm.
The Lord of mercy cannot leave
His toddler with no help and love.

God lives in his heart, holds his hand,
And when he falls, He helps to stand;
He can't leave him in such hard dearth
Without support with all His strength.

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GOD AND MAN
A little child at age of two
has learnt to curse and curses you.
Would you beat him or cause him pain,
or would you laugh at his small brain?

How can that child arouse your ire
or make you angry and desire
to pour your anger on a kid
to cause him sorrow for his deed?

Imagine that you don't forgive
this little mind and on him drive
your greatest wrath to cause him pain.
In this case, who has the small brain?

You don't beat him, but just you smile
and laugh at his too childish style.
You kiss him and you make him know
your love, and then he won't curse you.
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GOD  AND  TIME
We ask and think for long what God can be.
He can be goodness in its perfect form,
the perfect state of love, of help and care
and all what we can think of being good.

He is creation in its perfect form,
and wants to keep what He creates quite safe
to move in harmony in endless space,
safe from the trials of negation force.

The thought of time belongs to man on earth
as planets have their suns to turn around.
For God, there is no time to do a job.
There is an endless space where goodness rules.

What are you goodness but an endless state.
It lives in us, and we can feel it most
when we can give a son something he loves.
Then we can live in that elated state.
That goodness was personified in Christ.
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GOD IS LIFE AND LOVE.

His knife in hand, good Abraham,
His son with him so nice and calm.
Just ere he dashed the boy to slay,
His Lord a ram asked to convey.
He felt so pleased and it he slew
And his son to his chest he drew.

When Cain killed Abel, God was cross
For hatred and for that great loss.
He took poor Abel by the hand,
To dwell in heaven strong and glad.

When death got free to **** the throng,
God felt so sad and found that wrong.
He took and still takes all the dead
To live in heaven pleased and sound.

The Lord is God of life and love.
He wants His children to survive.
When death attacks, He takes them all
To live with Him in heart and soul.

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GOD  OR  MAN ?

To whom shall l give ear, to God or man ?
I want to flesh and soul great joy to plan.
We have just one short life; none wants to waste,
But lives in full and gets what is the best.

How can l hark to man who works for self
To gain himself a throne that lasts long life
And neglect what l can clearly behold
The deeds of God that led Him to His rood ?

Those deeds were done for me; that was so clear,
Which makes them send a voice l clearly hear ;
It moves in me a call l can't neglect
As it has on my heart a great effect.

It affects me to seek what can me soothe
And dress my heart with silk so soft and smooth
To satiate the deep love l have in heart
That nothing can requite except one light.

That light can soothe my heart to go up high
And from there l can live the life in sky
Where love is deep and pure and has no stint,
So no man can it teach but the Lord's feat.

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GOD OR SUPERSTITIONS ?
Superstitions, what are you ?
Aren't you what the devils show ?
Christ reveals the truth through love,
not through hatred devils carve.

Hunter, you can't **** a bird
if it's not by God allowed.
Nothing happens to a man
that the Father does not ken.

How can man request a change ?
Is he wiser than that Sage ?
Can he bring a better choice
to himself or his own house ?

Depend on the Lord and have
faith in this most sublime Jove.
His design is the choice
which for sure makes you rejoice.
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GOD'S  ALTRUISM
God is gentle, God is mercy.
Love for Him has not a limit.
He considers us His children.
If you are a father, fancy.

He is kinder than all creatures.
Tears were twinkling as Jesus showed
when some people died or suffered
and He does when children still do.

He directs the hands and feelings,
getting sad when we don't listen.
He resorts to tender mothers,
asking for gentle assistance.

Man imagines parents' conduct
is much softer than God's kindness,
but He does not care for all that
as His aim is love among us.
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GOD'S ART IS ETERNAL .
How could, without a helping hand,
the earfh exist and life expand?
How can the love, we deeply feel,
reduce through death to total nil?

Could that Big Bang occur alone  
without a hand to draw its plan?
Could souls in first cells  build themselves
without a force to start their lives?

The world must have a great First Cause
Who made it start and then repose
as love must have a hand to stir
and in that warm state will endure.

That hand must be of endless strength
and won't allow that nil or death
to spoil its deeds in a cruel way
which brings to naught its great display .

This mighty hand l call my God.
I don't know what by you it's called.
He showed Himself in His great art;
the Artist came as Jesus Christ.
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GOD WANTS A CLEAN HEART.

You wash your hands ere every meal.
That's good for health not for your heart.
God wants your heart always to feel
Forever pure and free from dirt.

The water that cleans earthly mud
Can't clean your stealth or will to hurt.
To have clean heart is will of God,
But ***** hands you can't support.

Thus Jesus said to those who cleaned
Their hands and after some time flogged
Him and round His cross they convened
And tore His clothes and them got rugged.

Don't kiss your mother's head when old,
But give her love that she does need.
To your clean heart bring her and fold
With no word that her heart can bleed.

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GOOD POETRY

When people write and call it verse,
Their lines must have appeal and sense,
Which draws attention to a thought
With depth and meaning must be fraught.

When words are joined in skilful way,
They make your verse a lovely tray,
But when we look at gifts on it,
We will be fully frustrated.

For me the contents should come first
To charm the readers by its gist.
I want the tray to be quite clean,
But what it holds should please the brain.

When thoughts have charm, that pleases much
As your verse can its purpose reach;
But when you give your lines good form,
That gives your contents much more charm.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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GRANT ME STRENGTH.
The lamb in me has ruled my heart and mind
and quelled the roar that my strong lion'd breathed.
I feel so frail; the softest drift of wind
can drop me down like dry leaves to the ground.

I feel my power comes from That Who knew
His end would be on that harsh cross of wood,
yet He would walk the thorny way to death
to save those whom He loved, whose strength has ebbed.

I'm weak, yet l still love to live and write,
but life demands great strength to stand and fight.
I ask your blood, shed on the cross to grant
me strength to fight who want to shed my blood.
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GREEN  WITH  ENVY

I entwined my hand with hers,
strolled among the blooming flowers.
We sat on the grass to see
if the flowers could give glee.

I looked at her eyes and left
the hues that the petals got,
lived in peace inside her eyes,
leaving those fields and their skies.

I pressed her hand for a kiss;
I smelt odour of great bliss.
I ignored the jasmine's smell,
and on her hand l would dwell.

Then the flowers got so piqued.
They began to wane and wilt.
I eavesdropped a bee that nagged,
"Beauty can't defeat withstand."

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HAPPIER THAN YOU IMAGINE
Is your love for those around you
just for some-time or forever?
If it's just for worldly periods
cruel is death for minded mankind.

How can you depart with all those
who have left you to your sorrow?
What can compensate that feeling
if no meeting is to follow?

What's your hope if you are walking
to a change that makes you nothing?
From mere nothing to another
never gives you satisfaction.

Man, you're walking to that pleasure
where you'll meet your sublime Father,
Who has made you for that rapture
to rejoin your dearest darlings.
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HAPPINESS THROUGH AGONY

My Lord well knew His final step
Would be His end on ruthless cross.
As man He chose His way to grip
Though He knew coming pain was gross.

Though man, He could not opt escape
As that would bring Him great remorse,
An endless pain, and loss of hope,
Eternal crosses in their force.

The pain of cross would save His soul,
With all the beauty of its love.
He stuck to His soul happy goal
Whose anguish was short; He could shove.

He was so glad despite that pain
Though agony was grim and hard.
His joy of that cross had great gain;
He rescued who killed Him and scarred.

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HAPPINESS THROUGH LOVE
For me, love cannot be thinking of self
but of the other person and her boon.
When l love my sweet girl, l will wish her
an endless pleasure which cannot be gone.

What is the drive that takes you to her bed?
If it's your pleasure, you are poor yourself
as pleasure will remain just for a wink
and then nostalgia will bring you sharp pain.

When love is your impulse, you think of her
as she will be all what you want from life.
You think of how your mating can affect
the person that your love wants to protect.

I don't feel you, true love, for my own self
but for the person whom l give my life.
If she's my life and love, l can't leave her
and this is what makes me have her a wife.
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HAPPY OR SAD DREAMS?
Town of lovely days, where are you now?
Why don't you appear much more in dreams?
They were days of charm when l lived there,
between your low river and the sky.

Days of greatest charm l spent in you
with a childless couple, old and kind.
There my father was so kind to come
and behold my life if it was calm.

Mum made sweets for me, but that old dame
Loved their taste, so l left them for her.
That provoked the anger of my mum
as she'd made them for her dearest son.

Days have passed. All those are now mere thoughts.
They're what time has burnt as tinder stuff,
building present time, and him, who writes
whispers from those dear, and distant past.
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HAS HE ACHIEVED HIS JOB?
The evening comes and man lays down his head
on that soft cushion, but his eyes can't sleep.
He thinks of what he did during that day,
and if his work could his intent achieve.

That time may come again, and he can see
what was correct and wrong and he adjusts.
But what about the time that occurs once,
and no correction can his fault amend?

Each man is born with his own unique mind
and thinks that what he has is best of all.
He chooses his free way to build his boat
that should be strong enough to reach that isle.

He works so hard but his life is too short;
just like a wink of eye, it flies away.
His night abruptly comes; he tests his boat
if it can reach the isle, and sail that way.
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HATRED AND LOVE
What will their grudges offer them
except an ulcer in their gut
and make all people shun their way
as it brings them a hateful sight ?

How hateful it's to meet a man
whose purpose is to control you.
He has a trauma whose main cure
is to annoy all he can view.

The skyline is so sweet at dawn ;
the sun is mild ; its rays are warm.
Where are those people of such hearts
whose presence calms your raging storm ?
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HAVE  PITY !
You disregard the mad and say,
they can't control their words and way,
and have it in for those who grudge;
with hardest rules their acts you judge.

If you say that the mad are ill;
are those grudge bearers sound and well?
Their hatred will their hearts annoy;
their grudges will soon them destroy.

Hot fire consumes their poor mind.
Have pity and lend them your hand.
Their lives are full of bitter taste;
the scourge of Satan won't give rest.
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HAVE WE THOUGHT ABOUT IT ?
Parents, do you know what you have done ?
You have brought a person to the world.
He has his own feelings and his fear,
and his path will end up in the ground.

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

Can those who depend on earth give proof
that the world is such a nice place,
or prepare a proof the afterlife
can't endow him all the precious bliss ?
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HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ME?
I expect something of great avail
to appear to me in my dull life.
News of hidden hope l always sought,
but it left my side  and went afar.

That man who'll bring me what's waited for
will attain from me what l can give
when l can regain my normal state
from the tears l shed, a mark of cheer.

Where are you my harbinger from here?
I have been distressed by my long wait.
I entreat the softness of your heart
to consider me ere it's too late.
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HAVE YOU GOT AN ANSWER?
We need something in this cruel world
that makes us feel a sort of rest.
Where can we find it in our lives?
We are all lost and seek a trace.

The way that leads to cool our blood
that scalds our hearts and wears our veins
is found in drinks to soothe and calm
and cheer the hearts with drizzling rain.

I envy those whose blood is cold
and rules the fears the world evokes.
Where can their blood bring calmness from?
Tell me, l'll not forget my debt.

Can they be sure of what will come?
Don't they abhor the coming grave?
Will they depart just like a cat?
No loving Father will they meet?
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HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS?
What can this trip be for a man?
Is it an act life can't repeat?
By chance you came. How can those two
who brought you here bring you again?

You're on the earth, a passer-by.
What is the purpose of being here?
Can you delay your little stay?
What is the force that takes away?

Men come and go from where to where
and feel they have to achieve works
that leave a trace or they depart
as if they have not come and left.

What is this life if all the crowd
arrive and leave with no hope found?
Are we to pass and disappear
where no eyes see or ear can hear?
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HEARTS' GIFTS ARE FREE.

I help some people to be glad;
They do their best to drive me mad.
I give them water from my tears;
They never see my love and cares.

My Lord, it can be clearly seen
So hard their lives have always been.
They've suffered quite a lot in life.
What can we expect from that grief?

Just give and don't ask for return.
No hearts can hold back what they own.
If they have love in depth of heart,
Without requests with it depart.

So few who've suffered can give free
As they need more what others plea.
Don't ask for love from who have thirst;
They need that water to drink first.

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HEARTS OF STONES

When you extend your hand and l stretch mine
The two most eager hearts meet on cloud nine.
We both get joyous as you want me glad,
And l can't smile if l find your face sad.

I do my best but find those whom l love
Shake hands as if my dirt demands a glove.
I lose my nerves and get so much depressed
As those l love want me to turn distressed.

How hard life is when those you love refuse,
And your kind acts they purposely abuse.
You show that without them you cannot live,
But their looks show that they want you to leave.

Why do some people have the hearts of stone
That nothing can make soft or deeds atone?
Their stupid minds insist till they destroy
The sparks of love in you and gleams of joy.

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HE BEGS FOR MORE.
A bomb exploded just beside.
A man lost one eye but could see
a boy was crying as his arm
had just a cut, but cried with fear.

The man went straight to help the child
and left himself with none to aid.
He cared for him while his eye bled,
but he ignored his blood and pain.

A girl saw him and was surprised.
"He has a little cut," she said.
"while you have lost your bleeding eye.
Why don't you try to save yourself?"

"In him, l see a little boy,
who relishes his start of life.
He loves its taste and begs for more.
His tears provoke my heart to cry."
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HE CAN'T SEE THEM HAPPY.
A kind bee and a flower are in love.
The devil looks at them and feels annoyed.
He goes to that bee and asks it to try
to fly so high to feel how cool it's there.

He tells the flower that the bee is false.
He's seen it flirting with a shameless ant.
They both get mad and change their little minds;
they've thought the devil knows what's good for them.

The bee flies high; a passing bird eats it.
The flower closes on itself and weeps.
The devil sees what's happened to them both;
quite satisfied, he goes back to his hell.
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HE DID MORE AFTER HIS DEATH.
Where were You, Christ? So quickly died!
Where were the people who You loved?
All what You did came to its end
and You were placed in Your tomb dead.

How could that Person's name revive
and fill the world with such great love?
There is a secret in all that.
That secret has filled all the world.

That Man could do after His death
much more than what He'd done before.
He came back and left His dark tomb.
How can that happen to a man?

He proved Himself that He was God,
and no tomb could contain His blood.
He told all people they would live
as man had life to stay alive.
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HE IS EVERYWHERE.
We find that absolution was
so easy at the time of Christ.
Whoever went to Him and begged
salvation got all his demands.

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

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

He looks at you with some clear blame
that does not have a touch of wrath.
He tells you that forgiveness is
as it was then but feed their mouths.
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HE IS THE ONLY ONE.
A cave so deep and dark with a clear start
has got a spot of light at its far end.
That end presents the dawn of something new
from which the spot of light shows what's obscure.

Deep darkness is the cave on right and left.
It makes the coming spot of light too blurred..
Man yearns for some more light to make it clear
as thoughts alone cannot foretell the view.

What is the use to enter that dark cave
and start this life without assured results?
Can we go through the spot of light and then
come back to life from that deep grave of gloom?

No one who enters it can then return
as there is nothing but an endless fall.
The only Man, Who died and lived again,
is He Who showed His men that life will win.
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HE LEFT EMPTY-HANDED.
A wise man once had got so rich,
and gathered tanks of gold at home.
He asked his sisters once a year
to rub the gold and find the sum.

He was respected by all men
as he helped all who had a need.
He spent on people quite a lot
despite all that his gold increased.

The city and the countryside
respected him for his great wealth.
He did his best to gain their love,
but gold moved their hearts and their breath.

He wrote in his will ere he died
to make two holes in his coffin,
and stretch out his hands one each side
to show he left with nothing in.
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HE LEFT HIS PORCH.
I used to look and find him in his porch,
but now, l look and he is far from there.
Where has he gone? They say that he has died.
What does that mean? For me that's quite obscure.

Is he alike with that small lamb he had
and played with when they were both young and cute?
The lamb became a ram, and then he slew
and ate it with his friends, no sense of guilt.

Or is he like a bird the hunters shoot
for no good reason but to have a change.
They **** that bird for fun, or showing skill
and not because they bear it any grudge.

What are you, life and death? Why do we live?
Aren't these two questions worth thinking about,
or just like that poor lamb and little bird,
we live till death arrives and takes us out?
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HE LEFT HIS SHIRT.
Though young, she had a heart so warm,
and missed those arms that carried her.
She is just four, too young to think,
but has a heart as soft as fur.

She saw her father's shirt on hook.
She missed his odour and his gifts.
She plunged her head between its sleeves,
and blamed his voyage without her.

She did not know where he had gone
as she was too young for such trips,
but urged her mother that they should
go after him as life got void.

Her mother cried but did not say
his land was far; she did not want
to grieve her daughter, so she said,
" He left his shirt; he would come soon."
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HELL IS A REALITY.
An old man thought his heart was mild.
It would forget bad deeds of yore.
He did not deem it was so mean
and all his wrongs were kept in store.

When power filled his arms and legs,
he paid back an eye for an eye.
It garnered his and rubbed their acts
to make him sigh for that and cry.

He scarcely could forget a wrong
when he recalled another one.
It made his life a vicious hell
whose source was burning from within.

Hot fire scorched the old man's soul
and came from his torturing heart.
I wonder how some people say
hell is a myth mad people start.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HELP TO BE HELPED!
People are opposed to people.
Don't they perceive their own failure?
All of them are poorest creatures.
Each can see how much he suffers.

They advance from snags to harder
frightened by their horried voyage
weeping and expecting others
are successful, but are liars.

Help your brother; he's in trouble,
but you feel just what you go through.
Sympathize, and give him rescue.
All of us have just one Father.

Don't await his loss with laughter
or create a snare to trap him.
It's enough the hardship he has.
Stand with him, your Lord will help you.
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HE NEEDS SOMETHING ELSE.
He wants to find a meaning to his life;
he is so poor and moves from door to door.
He is a person of a high request,
but people see his hand and not his face.

They give him just a penny or some bread
and when bighearted, they give him a pound.
He has no pledge in his pouch or his mind
to make him feel the sunrise of his hope.

He looks at people with beseeching eyes,
but none would see what his eyes try to say.
They see their pound and how to make amends
while he can't see the coins but his lost aim.
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HIS WAY IS TOO HARD.
How can you read about His deeds
and stay quite neutral in your love?
He had great passion on the weak
and saved them from the senseless hearts.

He saved Magdalene from the stones;
they'd have no pity on her head.
They moved like insects in their hands
to bleed her skin and that of Christ.

He was not frightened by their flint.
Can l behave just as He did
or hurry to hide in my house
and think of self a saint in creeds?

He loved us much and wept man's fate.
We dressed Him with a crown of thorns.
He said, " Forgive them," and we said,
" We got rid of whose way is hard."
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HOLY  STRENGTH

Strongest people are so glad;
they don't care when things are bad.
They look with a smiling face
what is bad they can erase.

Beware of those who are weak
who try hardest not to speak.
If they start they cannot stop.
Their shout reaches highest top.

They live under greatest strain
shackled by an iron chain.
Woe to you if that chain broke,
it would lead to such fierce stroke.

When strong, you get high by strength.
You fear none, not even death.
After success, you don't care
if your death is nigh and there.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HONEST CRITICISM

When people check what l indite
They fill my heart with great delight.
If l am wrong, they show the flaw
And fill my eyes and mind with light.

They show my lines deserve their strain
And they try my thoughts to attain.
They respect me, and l the same
As we both new viewpoints obtain.

My father used to criticize
My faults and me used to advise.
That's what makes me who speaks with you,
A man who correct thoughts applies.

Those, who with love my faults correct,
I owe deep love, the greatest debt.
If they correct and hark defence,
Their thoughts and mine deserve respect.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HONOURED LOVE
When love is true you can't keep it away from heart.
It gets the tune that gives a lot of joy to life.
You find yourself required to see it grow and bloom
and make the earth a step to build an endless life.

You do all what you can to see your dear rejoice.
You pray for dawn to be so gentle in its morn,
to touch your dear with rays that make her love her days
and see her life so sweet, so full of great delight.

At dusk and after that, you turn the moon so bright
so that her way gets clear and she likes her night-walk.
Her sleep will get so cool with none to peep at her
save that high-hanging lamp that brings her happy sights.

No *** can be true love in value and esteem
except when man can build what can remain and last.
Disgust and dirt can bring what soon will pass away.
What can remain is what the lasting souls construct.
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HONOUR IS NOT ENDOWED.
Some would discuss to prove their points
and not ascend to hidden facts.
Where are they from the perfect man
whose insight lives an endless plan?

The sublime man does not intend
to appear that he is so grand.
Sublimity is not received,
but it is ere his birth conceived.

Exploits aren't achieved to be shown.
They're relished when their effects reign.
Never does man care for respect
if it's not by his heart bedecked.
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HOW CAN I HATE ?
You've filled my heart with love; how can l hate ?
You've blessed who pierced Your heart and brought Your fate.
What should l do with that who said a word
that made me feel so small among the crowd ?

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

Who can make such great wine, or brew such love
that lift a man so high to dwell above
except Who'd lived above and came to show
how men can live great joy when Him they know ?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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