MY SHIP TO THE SKY
I'm glad that life has started to be kind.
My way has commenced to get me spellbound.
I've worked so ******* what can yield good verse,
and now my trees have sprouted their fruit buds.

Life showed me for some time its frosty way,
but now it reveals its most comely path
and by the help of Christ, l start to see
a port like that which led to grandma's house.

The voyage was too long but l was pleased
that mother was so glad to meet her mum.
Now, l behold a port much like that one,
but this will lead me to my long lost sky.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MY   WRITINGS
Some people's writings can be works of art,
great songs or what can fill the hearts with zest.
But here, my writings are what my soul lives,
seeking the place where it can find its rest.

My writings are not just some charming terms
that fit the tastes of those who like what's cute.
Although l do my best to dress them well,
I look for  thoughts that for sure my soul suit.

I pursue what can give my heart great ease
and live a tranquil life through what l feel.
I try to see the way that will lead me
to where l scan the end of good appeal.

I use the beauty that l see around
to get a notion that can match this end.
I like to build a castle for my soul,
which l can versus deep remorse defend.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NO FEAR, MY DAD IS NEAR.

I sit to pray; You sit with me.
I tell You what l want to say.
I do that whether l repeat
the words l've learned or my words pray.

It's great to pray while You are near.
You sit with me and hear my voice.
You see my heart and what it feels
and make me choose the perfect choice.

I am too frail when by myself.
Despite all that You still love me
because l am Your son, my Lord
and Your son l will always be.

I feel so secure if l know
I act and my Dad is so near.
I drive and travel with calm nerves,
and pass life's dangers without fear
as l know well l am Your dear.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NO  FEAR,  THEY  ARE  NEAR.
I see a child and meditate for long,
"What sort of days will life bring him along?"
Who knows what he will do and where his feet
will lead, and where his destiny he'll meet.

Will he compete for fame with men so great,
or will he fear to leave his building gate?
Will he become a bold man of great name
or will he be a coward with no aim?

I wonder if wide smiles will clothe his face
or if that face will wear a firm grimace.
Will he have luck that yields more than he needs?
Or he should drudge so hard to feed his kids.

I think for long, while he holds his mum's hand
and enjoys walking between mum and dad.
He toddles caring not for what may come
as long as he walks with his dad and mum.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NO HOPE FOR SURVIVAL?
I want to ask those who believe
if life is none, but flesh and bone,
can mankind be happy to live
and what does he aspire to own?

The other creatures have no mind;
they have the instinct to enjoy.
They eat what can make them feel glad
and **** what can their lives destroy.

He can’t aspire just for food;
he has a mind to yearn for more.
The pleasure that ends in the ground
can never be his ship aimed shore.

He looks for *** in all its forms
or seeks the meaning of what’s strange,
but nothing can be his sweet home
and madness will be his last stage.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NONE CAN BE SAVED AGAIN.
Cute lamb, l bought you when they were about
to slay you with their sharpened knives while you
considered that the strong could not be rude,
and they were playing a mere game with you.

I saved you from that horrid scene and we
were glad to live in my small room for long.
I've brought you grass and l have eaten bread
till you've got old, and now you're an old ram.

Your age is now the killer and l'm here
beholding you but can't behave or act.
The place you've filled in my fond heart will keep
recalling you till we meet there once more.
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NO ONE IS ALREADY THAT MR WONDERFUL.

We write a poem and we think
That everyone should appreciate
As l write it and who can be
Such great a writer just like me?

Perhaps you are, but let me know
The meanings you say and employ
By telling me through your clear words
What you may mean by such great work.

When l cognize all that you mean,
I may appreciate what you say
Because your work has taken time,
And you are not a common man.

When you write clearly and l ken
What you want through your piece to mean,
I may like your work; then you get
That Mr wonderful you've meant.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NO  PLACE  FOR  THE  WEAK
My Lord, is this the world for which Your Son has died?
I see myself quite lost among the wasted crowd
which men beget and throw in the thronged streets
to go towards an abyss of most dreadful sights.

Men walk along the streets in such a way
that shows they are quite prompt to fight and slay.
They show quite ruthless hearts in their vile eyes
that can shed blood just for some empty praise.

There is no place for those who are humane.
They are accused of girlish styles and brain,
and should greet first to avoid frowning looks
if not, a word when answered brings attacks.

If weak, you find no place for you to go.
All places are for those who can their power show.
You have that trait, you walk with scornful pride.
If not, your place is just the grave where you can hide.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NO REASON TO FEAR A THING
My Lord, You are my Guard; none frightens me.
The earth is where all problems we can see.
That counts on what we think and what we do.
Your kingdom needs strong faith as You could show.

You were exhaling life on your harsh cross,
but were so tranquil and You prayed for those,
who found in You a threat to their belief
as You could raise the dead and give them life.

You are Who conquered death, which we all fear;
to Your disciples You could reappear.
If my great Lord made me not care for death,
how can the hardest feats defy my strength?
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NO SPACE FOR DOUBT
What's the use of earning lots
of the precious gold and coins?
Then, you leave them and descend
where all will be changed to earth.

What's the profit to become
one of those who rules the world?
Then you leave your great empire
and alight inside your grave.

What's the gain if you are loved
by the women of your town
and they cry for your sad fate,
but the coming is that hole?

Give me, Lord, the hope of life
with my Father and great Lord,
making life and afterlife
great delight with that great end.
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NO TEARS ARE WASTED.
Where are the men who know the weak can feel?
They don't behold their eyes how they appeal.
Their look will go up straight to highest skies
where angels see their woes and hear their cries.

The tears they shed are not consumed in vain.
They wet the ground, and that small seed sustain.
The seed will grow to be a tree so strong
to hang lscariot and correct the wrong.

Their sighs are heard by Christ Who lives in heart.
He gives the weak the patience which He felt.
The sky of hope will disclose all its mirth
and pour it in their souls as gleeful faith.

How nice is life when eyes of souls can see
the way where joy gives strength to make us free
from care and fear as mighty hands give us
the calmness that we need to live in peace.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NOT GREY BUT FULLY WHITE

They could achieve their goal to make him feel quite sole.
No one would be with him as he cannot cajole.
He has an only aim which is his love aflame
can lift up all those dear, while they all wish him shame.
They've seen him as a foe who'll stop their lights to glow.
He's come to take their gem. They will not it bestow.

He's thrown outside his house, a lonely star in space.
It sends its rays around, but none will them embrace.
Rejection's got its fate while their stars are elate;
they gladly in one group their triumph celebrate.

Their stars are bright and glad, with merry robes they're clad.
This is how he wants them though he's a thrown out lad.
He has one Friend whose hand gave joy to all His land.
All left Him quite alone though His love is so grand.
That Friend's mind makes him sure that those whose hearts are pure
won't mix with greys as hues as white's what they live for.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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NOTHING CAN BE DONE.

I am lost, about to drown,
All in fear, a warring town.
You see tears being mixed with blood,
But hearts made of solid wood.

What can one do in this case,
Hopelessness and mean disgrace?
Man is supposed to behave;
Empty hands cannot be brave.

Here is truest test of life:
Nothing in hand in huge strife.
What to do for those near you?  
Their welfare is what you view.

Ostrich, you are my best guide:
Be with kin, but your head hide.
Nothing else now can be done.
You may look and all is gone.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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OLD MEMORIES
Old days, you passed and went so far.
The further you depart, the more
I miss your smell that was inside
the roses that our garden bloomed.

I miss the light the full moon cast
through the vine trellis that allowed
the lunar tender light to pass
through clustered grapes and scattered leaves.

I still recall when we sat there,
and watched the stars to see whose light
was brighter than their sisters gleam
and wondered why they were so bright.

One said they were of bigger size.
Another said they loved us more.
I thought but did not tell the rest
to ripen our still sour grapes.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ONE, TO NO END
The jewel that she has is dear.
It is the brand of her pure heart.
God's placed that gift for her clean mate
to be the prize for his white acts.

She keeps that wealth intact and safe
for that man who deserves that gem.
The clean should catch hands with the pure
to plant their great love and it rear.

His help to keep her pure is more
than that her parents strain to give
as he will blend his soul with hers
and both will be one to no end.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ONE WORD OF TRUE DESIRE
On His right, the thief was hopeless,
but his faith in Christ was perfect.
He was stunned when earthquakes happened
and the clouds poured down their buckets.

He repented his corruption,
and he said, "My Lord forgive me
and accept me in Your heaven.
You're the Lord, Whom l believe in."

Jesus said, "You'll have your comfort
in the upper land of calmness.
Passion showed your good behaviour.
Your desire cleans your evil."

Having shown your full intention
to be one of my believers
is enough for your acquital
and accepting your repentance.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ONLY IN THAT MAN AND GOD
Where can we find the greatest hope
in this so vast and endless world?
We need support for this hard life
and just in Him it can be found.

When children are afraid, they go
to parents, their secure resort.
They get so fond of those great two
until they turn white-haired and old.

Who can achieve the parents' role
except Who came to earth and wept.
He cured the sick and raised the dead
and had no cushion for His head.

He gave the people bread to eat
and wine to drink that were so dear
as they were His own flesh and blood
endowed in taste the hearts will greet.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ONLY FOR A FEW
Few quaff the rhythm of a spring
serene and pure and reflects rays
which are sent by the sun to clear
the mind once water trills its way.

Just when smooth rhythm plays its tune,
it lifts the mood to mountain air
that spurs the heart to ride a waft
and reach a space no sound can trace.

Melodious rhythm rules the heart
that gets enchanted by its charm.
A beat from it intoxicates
the gloomy soul to soar so high.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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ONLY JESUS HAS THESE GIFTS.
A man may love a girl to reach a goal.
It is so precious as it calms his dreams.
A goal that makes him cool, emotions climb
to reach where angels can construct their home.

Why do we find refuge in our Lord?
We find in Him the hope that can reduce
a sense in us that shows we are so weak;
we need what children do, those guarding two.

Who can supply with nerves when we feel death
is able to uproot mankind from life
and plant us in a cave so full of gloom
where none to speak or say a soothing word?

It’s not just fear, but we love parents dear
for their kind words and kisses of great bliss.
Just Jesus can afford this needed love
which none will yield except His cross and words.
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ONLY THERE?
Where are those people whom l love,
who made my life so full of joy?
I looked for them in their past sites
but could not find them sitting there.

They were so kind to us as kids
and gave us then what could us please.
Despite all that they were so cruel
when they departed leaving all.

I loved to sit with their dear friends
to hear the stories that could well
the tears that made me feel ashamed
but pleased my heart that urged for more.

I asked those friends where l could look
to have reminders of those dears.
They said nowhere except your heart
whose tears will give you great delight.
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ON THE TROT

Like cats we never walk but trot
And when we reach the goal we sit
Just doing nothing, with a yawn
As nothing's waiting to be done.

This is the case of man on earth;
We run like mad men out of breath
To reach an aim but when we do,
We sit and laugh at that ado.

So grim is life with death at end.
It stirs the fear in people's mind
And urges for something secure
To find an end that can endure.

Some men may find it with morale,
That can endure in bliss or hell,
While others keep the search to find
Immediate outcomes in their hand.

They keep the search in nervous ways
Forgetting time and passing days.
When they get somewhere, they find life
Has reached its end and was too brief.

We envy you dumb, trotting cats;
You've lived your life with no harsh thoughts,
While thoughtful man has wasted it
In search for some obscure target.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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OR LET'S COVER OUR EYES ?
What will the world replace if it strips man of life?
Whatever it gives him for him it's not enough.
If there is after life, he will not care what death
will do with his poor flesh as his soul will survive.

Is that an easy case for man to solve through mind
or faith can shore him up to make him trust , but blind?
I wonder how man can neglect this crucial view
and think of birds and trees when writing verse and prose.

Are they a good escape that covers his own eyes
and makes him live a dream to overlook that plight?
He covers his scared eyes but knows that death lurks there.
Nothing can drive death out; let us it quite forget.

Where are you from all that? Could you give me your point?
The bugbear is quite near; how can we dance and cheer?
Let us be sure what death can bring to the man kind.
Is it the start of glee, or the end of a man's world?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Part 2_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !

I had a girl, but did not want
To give her what they'd given me.
I kept her far from all my dirt.
At boarding schools, l set her free.

I missed her much but was afraid
My ***** hands would bring her shame
As shameful acts by touch could spread
And burn her heart with my own flame.

I saw myself through her so pure
And bequeathed her my house and wealth,
Which high class men would soon allure,
And we'd live pure life ere my death.

The sun of joy began to fill
My rainy sky, which had been dark.
I hoped with cheer that my life chill
Would for once show that rainbow arc.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Please read parts 1+2 of: THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !
Part 3_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !

A friend of mine told her the truth,
And she was too clean to accept.
She threw me out with all my wealth,
And tears all my dreams quickly swept.

The house was locked, the wealth was left,
And we both lived poor and apart.
All my dreams in my heart were kept,
And with sad heart, they would depart.

She left me and sailed on wide sea.
I could find her but had no face.
All my hope got her eyes to see
Ere l dwelt in my final house.

I lived with dreams and thus would die
Wrapped in the tears l could not shun.
I built great hope that turned to sigh,
Caused by my daughter and that man.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PASSENGERS OF TIME TRAIN
The olden time came back to me
When l was reading Shakespeare.
The crowds were at the outer gate
and he was pleased on his old stage.

He wanted larger crowds to come
as he desired more income.
He did not see how years elapsed;
his eyes and mind were reading plays.

Abruptly, he observed his hand
while he was writing a new thought.
Some wrinkles caused him little fright;
he noticed time had done its job.

You are in my mind , great playwright,
as you are such a dear seatmate.
Long time has gone to sever us
but we are in the same time train.
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PEACE THROUGH LOVE
I need You, Lord; You are the strength
through which l can endure this life.
It's full of hatred and of greed,
and each exerts its force and strife.

Where can a person find his peace
except through help of hands so strong?
They make him forget all his fear
as Jesus' hands can solve his knots.

I read about His life on earth.
No problem could bestir His trust.
With love He trod all His hard way.
Where love exists, no fear can thrive.
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PEOPLE AND ***

God gives organs that attract the eye.
They help for your boon; them dignify.
Those great beauty sites God gives a cause:
Life on earth to keep, and love impose.

How can you use them for ****** aims
By pretence of true love that one claims?
True love is between two souls God joins
Making them one being, not sinning *****.

Two perform an act that lasts a bit.
Each goes his own way, and they are split.
Pledge on one joined life stays just for short.
Where can love exist in this import?

Do they play a constant tune as one,
Or perhaps new mates can bring more fun?
*** is bliss of God for giving life
Not brief joy to please, with harm too rife.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PEOPLE OF LITTLE CARE
The truth of life asks man to strain
to grasp its words which are too blurred.
Though man is prompt to waste his time,
he gives it just a little while.

Where are the clouds that passed the sky
in previous years and left no marks?
Did they deserve to photograph
and keep their shapes in weeping eyes?

Are people passing just like them
at times they're tinted by the sun,
but often left to get too dark
and make the earth's noon like night?

Does not the truth of life deserve
to be more cared for by  the clouds
to find in it a better way
and make dry land have wetter days?
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PETALS AND THORNS

You want to write about your love,
Don't use a sheet with ink stuff.
A subject as pure as white dove
On rose's petals you should graph.

The petals so soft and fragile
Can convey meaning of great depth.
Paper for love is not worthwhile
As love is dearer than huge wealth.

Don't write about it with your pen.
Your pen is plastic and can't feel.
Write it with rose's thorns which then
The thorns to petals can appeal.

Between the petals and the spike,
You can have hope mixed with great pain.
The pain that Cupid caused to Psyche
Can't be conveyed on sheet by pen.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

POETIC  LICENCE
Verse, you have your rhythmic beats,
that oblige all those who write
to ignore a little rule,
poetic licence to have .

Lots l read  to bards laureate,
and discover some mistakes.
Can we strip them of their crowns ,
or just look at their great lines ?

I have taken them as guides
who can direct my shy pen ,
and l try to see their flame
that can light my obscure way .

Verse, you are the brilliant thoughts
that can shed light on dark lanes .
You can kindle tapered wax
that reveals insights on earth .
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETIC  SATISFACTION

How great you are the skill of rhyme;
You give this life what is sublime.
You take a man up to the sky,
Where he sees heaven with his eye.

You whet man's skills to sing a song
And see what's right from what is wrong.
He loves the right and lives its depth
And throws the wrong to shun its filth.

You make the poor man feel so rich
And travel where no one can reach.
He lives in worlds none can attain
And so long he can there remain.

He gets a sense that wealth is in;
He's got it from fecund heaven.
The manmade wealth he would not have
As God's is grand and none can thieve.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETRY  AND  LIFE

Trifle, trifle everywhere,
I wonder how people dare
to leave fire in their house
and blame for a meal a spouse.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETRY AND NOBILITY
Poetry, are you a stupid voice
for a kind of love that men despise,
or the glory of the men who killed
lots of men for silly doubt in mind ?

Are you flowers that cast off their smell
though they flourish on a marsh of dirt?
Or a bird that sings a lovely tune
to enchant the happy and the strong ?

Are you just like that who sings to please
those who throw him pieces of carved bones?
Or are you a means that noble men
sing to know the world and make it known ?

Poetry, you are the hope for men
who endure the hardship of this world .
You aspire for what can give sense
or a target that makes life worthwhile.
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POETRY AND RELIGION
I experience deepest thoughts through verse.
It connects my mind with thoughts quite pure.
What can take me to a realm like that
save its words that should pass through my soul?

Poetry, you've taught me how to live
with my soul that yearns to none but God.
You involve me in the sphere of joy
which transfers me to the holy sky.

Verse, you have a charm that none can share;
it's a trance that takes the spirit up.
You endow me bliss that one can't live
if he is not pure and free from guilt.
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POETRY AND THOUGHTS
For some, great verse is words well coined,
well culled to read and nicely joined
with images that stay in mind
and which are nice as their eyes find.

They try to show what they can sew,
a lovely dress in style and hue,
but they forget that this nice dress
should fit what can the mind impress.

For me, l read good verse till l
can find a thought that makes me sigh
when l find what can charm my heart,
the notions that give me delight.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETRY IN VERSE
The words that take men out of selves
and place them in the world of thought
where all is clear and directs them
to relish what the verse has brought.

It is in language clearly coined
to make men ken the sense with ease
and know the notion it intends
to go through hearts and them to please.

It opens men's eyes to a fact
that makes them say that's really true,
or this is how a man should be
as real perfection hides from view.

All that is done without display
of strength to get the praise we want.
It's just a gift that drops on one,
and he unveils it as new light.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POETRY IS NOT A GAME.
Poetry is not a game
which fills parts of your free time.
It's a life that pours on men
if they are blessed by their God.

Poets live a state of spell
which transcends fhem far above,
filling their minds with wise scenes,
and their hearts with lots of love.

Poetry can never bring
gold or jewels to your safe.
Let ants garner winter stores.
Cicalas are on cloud nine.

Poems are the ropes of ray
that the Lord rains down on man
to remind him of Eden
and lift him to highest sky.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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POOR EUROPE !
Tell me where you have been bred,
and how parents dealt with you,
I will know about your faith
and if God is in your view.

single mothers and one ***
bring the kids of coming days.
How can those kids live in mirth
with those who have lost their ways?

Families breed normal kids
and fill infancy with love.
Where is that in Europe now?
How can its countries survive?
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PRAY IN ACTS AND WORDS.
Christ prayed in deeds when He His Father served,
and in words to ask for His private needs.
He is the Lord Who showed us how to pray
to earn the gifts His most high Father gives.

He came to glorify His Father's name
through that most painful way, and on the cross.
In words, He asked His Father in the sky
to shun the pain, then said, "Your will be done."

His Father in the sky looked at His deeds,
and found in them the prayers that He wished
as He'd sent Him to glorify His name
and all that in obedience was fulfilled.

Each one of us has got a task to do.
This is the prayer that we have to pray.
We may ask for some help; then, we use words.
What counts is our task , not what we say.
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PRAYING NEEDS DEEP MUSE.
The sun is making my path clear.
I should enjoy my cheerful way.
The time is still an early morn,
and night appears so far away.

I'm meeting my most glorious Friend
Whose smile will make my life so calm.
He can create the state of mind
that only verse can feel its balm.

To think of Christ and see His way
is not an easy aim to have.
Nothing can make you reach this state
except the deepest muse and love.
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PRAY TO A LIVING GOD.
You want to pray?
When by mere chance, you meet a man
who truly wants an urgent help.
So gently try to know his needs
and solve his problem till you see
his grimace is changed to a smile.

When you get home, retrace your deed,
recall his smile and feel so glad.
Right after that, the Lord in him,
and Who exists in every heart,
will touch your feelings and give you
the blessing of the living God.
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PRICELESS PURITY
How can people be so hostile,
nurse old grudges and be quite vile?
How can they live with no calmness
life endows with the pure goodness?

Don't they feel their sins are like hands,
Pressing on their necks with waxed cords?
Sins will colour all their inside
with the hue that man can't abide.

Man can endure thirst and hunger,
poverty, defeat and anger,
but how man can bear his foul soul;
this to mind l never can call.
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PRIDE AND REALITY
Some people's hands are dipped in boiling oil.
They suffer quite a lot but are too proud.
They deem that pride is all that they should have
as they have nothing except their hauteur.

They know they have no skills and nothing good
and goodness is what builds the stair to heights.
They look down at deep hell and there they find
their scanty skills can go as all is low.

But though they know that boiling oil is pain,
they prefer that to acknowledging loss.
They discard thawing hands in that hot pan
but attach to the pride that brings them down.

The spirit of negation feeds their boast
and neglects all what wise creation builds.
The devil kens his life is complete loss,
but can't admit it as his pride rules all.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PROVE YOURSELF. Revised
None is fondled in this field.
Just your works can commend you.
They can lift you up or throw
Your decayed name out of view.

Each looks for a valued goal,
which stays nil in others' eyes
till he can convince the crowds
that his tower will soon rise.

Neutral is the world around,
watching with its careless look,
clapping to those who can write
their initials in life's book.

Books of life open their hearts
only to those who can sign
their sublime names with a pen
gold in nature and divine.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PURE LOVE
Come to me and speak aloud; l love your voice.
Your words combined with your smile make me rejoice.
When you sit beside my seat and start to speak,
all the objects in the room at your eyes keek.

Your eyes join your words to send my heart a call,
which l have been waiting for; it is my goal.
When l see you cheering up in front of me,
you make all my world as l want it to be.

Great's my joy when l see you requite my love,
and agree to share my nest as my white dove.
Our world will be so white and full of joy
as our love is purest gold, not an alloy.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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QUEEN  LUCY
The heart of gold attracts the young and old
as purest love gets these two groups involved.
The truest love has roamed from east to west;
the old and young could mostly it arrest.

No wonder that the children run to you
and leave their mums, surprised at what they do.
Even the babes turn faces to your side
as in your heart their long lost love they find.

Where can we find a deeper love than that
the old can feel in depth of their true heart?
Their love is true and mixed with mind so wise.
They feel at home with you; that's no surprise.

I haven't seen a doctor who shed tears
apart from you, who share your patients' fears
and do your best to see them well again.
That's why they call you Lucy, our queen.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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REAL FRIENDSHIP

Friendship is a star that guides
Caravans with precious trades.
It moves through the sky with them
As with Magians it did roam.

Hard their way, but that star pleads
Brother moon, whose round face leads,
Skies of night not to be dark,
Stars to twinkle ways to mark.

Friends may come from far and near,
But Aleppo gives those dear,
Who get quickly into heart
Filling it with snug delight.

Friends give deep sighs of relief
That fills sad hearts with new life,
Which makes them to larks all ears,
And builds new life full of cheers.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEN

REAL ***
I'm surprised how people speak about
sacred acts in such a trivial way.
*** is the result of love between
Two hearts that no power can sever.

Both do their best to restrain themselves
as he fears to hurt whom his heart loves
and her love is much greater than that
rush behaviour that may bring regret.

*** is supreme when two are in love;
both are ready to become one heart.
There's no force to set the two apart,
and each loves the other more than self.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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REAL STRENGTH IS LENIENT.
Strength, you are a sublime feeling
that surprises thoughtful people.
When a person is so brawny,
he will have the kindest nature.

Power makes a giant pity
weakest creatures and forgive them.
He will cry despite his power
as revenge for him is painful.

Nothing makes the strongest heroes
surrender except their passion.
They will fear their severe sorrow
to endow them lots of torment.

When the hit is truly hurting,
you should know that its performer
is a weakling and a coward
and he strikes for his survival.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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REGRET

Ugly gets this life when dipped in sin.
Fear nests in the heart and spreads within.
Pain and worries are shown on the face;
All the soap of earth cannot displace.

Anxious gets the heart and much depressed.
Nervous get the words that are expressed.
Calmness disappears from disturbed world.
Those around can't hear from us a word.

Profit, where are you that we could gain?
Did it merit all this killing pain?
Moments of some pleasure we have got
Causes dirt and pain that inside rot.

No oblivion can release our nerves.
False pleasure gets what it deserves.
None can clean our hearts save long regret.
Word of honour, is sin worth this fret?

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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