"zenieh" poems
THE OLD WOMAN AND HER OLD CAT
Beside me sit and purr my cat,
So cute a kitten when you sat
On my lap when l brought you here
To live with me so small and dear.
I was then greying when you were
A little kitten of soft fur.
I used to feed your little mouth
And watch your small teeth in their growth.
Your heart and mine both beat us through
To this old age with its sad view.
We both sit near this well lit stove
And think a lot before we move.
My cat, you are my dearest friend;
You shared my trip to this old end.
I wonder if we'll meet up there,
Where life will be quite free from care.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC
THE RIFLE AND THE FLUTE
I took my rifle and l went
to nearby forest birds to hunt.
When l got there, l saw a bird
whose chick fell down through sad event.
The hen was flying with a cane;
it hovered where its chick was thrown.
It urged the chick to perch on it,
but it was too young to have known.
I held the chick and placed in nest,
and its mum set its mind at rest.
It twittered and gave me the cane
and flew to nest with heart so blessed.
I threw my rifle on the ground,
returned with that gift in my hand,
with a happy heart that blessed my act,
and a cane on lips with greatest sound.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
A CRIMINAL TODDLER
She is young, at the age of two,
and does not know what her life hides.
She is from her mother severed
and her life is filled with dark clouds.
Her mother is divorced for sins.
She was for sure just accused of.
The child is looked at from the start
as daughter of illegal love.
As a toddler, she needs hands to lift
when she falls, but she's left to cry.
She smiles but always she receives
a scowl but she just can't know why.
She goes to her grandfather's side
expecting him to coddle her.
He pushes her and she falls down
He will of crying her deter.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
THE PRISONER
Have we thought just for once that we live in a jail?
This jail is not so large though we deem that it is.
Looking down, we see earth; looking up, a blue dome.
They surround this small jail which we can't go beyond.
Sometimes sad, sometimes pleased, we can't change our mood.
It's imposed by the stars that stand there as strong guards.
We look far and aspire to escape from their force
and get free from their eyes that stare from endless space.
But we can't go outside the blue dome, firmly locked,
Where no man can escape as the walls are so thick.
We sit still, trusting none but the soul which is free
as the walls and the guards can control just the flesh.
Sight goes far, souls can fly, but the knot is man's flesh.
It remains in this jail, looking up but can't reach
What eyes see, where souls fly; only it stays on earth,
Looking up into space waiting for souls' new birth.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
THE LIGHTHOUSE
People vary in this world.
Some can build a bright lighthouse,
and direct distracted ships
when the harbour's out of sight.
Some just look with envious eyes
and ask themselves,"Why don't l
build a lighthouse, and my name
shines like them and sees the light?"
When they see a new lighthouse,
they get mad and use their might,
not to help endangered ships,
but destroy the shining light.
People differ in their sight .
I accept and support that,
but l hate to see some eyes
hope to destroy what is bright.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 5:13 AM UTC
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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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
MIND AND ETERNITY
I love man as he has flesh like beasts, but with mind.
Creatures live their own lives caring for food and drink.
They get wed and enjoy all the mirth that man owns,
but don't have mind to think of their fate and cruel death.
Doubts and cares wrap the time that man spends here on earth.
He prefers obscure span than to know when death comes.
If he knows, he'll count days, fearing what he will meet
at the end of that span that comes as a fast blink.
His mind is a sharp tool; one side cuts, one side cures.
It vests man in soft ruth as he fears hateful truth.
It breaks hearts and makes man all his life live in fear,
of his death and his grave while all beasts prance and cheer.
Can mind be a bliss sign that tells man life won't end?
Has God sent a clear proof to those who have this mind?
It tells them that this tool is the fruit of that tree
that shows evil and good, so from death man gets free.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
ANGEL OR DEVIL?
Father, tell me why your eyes
are so red and filled with tears?
You make my heart veiled with black
though l dress my face with cheers.
Life was kind with all of us.
Now, you are ill, thrown in bed,
and your children are so pale ;
we can scarcely eat dry bread.
I am nothing, but a belle,
lots of beauty and young age.
That's enough to bring back joy
and regain Your happy page.
First, l leave my fiance.
Then, you should not know my job.
If you know l am a *****
you will wear a shameful robe.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
THE OLD MAN'S SOCK
His grandchild came from distant land.
She saw a hole in his old sock.
She laughed and told all those around,
and made that hole their evening's talk.
He got so famous for that hole
so quickly and with no effort,
while pages of verse he could fill
and no one gave them just a squint.
He laughed and made them laugh with him
when he could play that witty role,
"I am a grandpa and can't claim
to be one without my sock's hole."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE ?
Cheer up and fill the world with a cheerful sound,
and let your merry voice fill all the world.
Don't be afraid of life as time will pass
whether your heart is frail or made of brass.
This life is like a dog if you fear it,
it barks, attacks and even tries to bite.
If you are firm, it howls and runs away
and hides itself where it can safely stay.
Rejoice and dance whatever comes to you
as time is fixed; you can't live overdue.
If you can't add to your fixed life a day,
Why should you spend it with a tearful eye.
Delight in life; the graves are full of men.
Some spent their lives with joy and some with strain.
The first have got great names on every mouth;
the second are recalled for mocking mirth.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
MAN AND ROBOT
What happened to the crowds that used to smile?
They used to dress their eyes in bright attire.
Something has happened and eclipsed their cheer,
the last attempt to regain their morale.
They were so proud of their own minds and strength,
but science came to rob them of that wealth.
The robot helped to make them look too small
and change their cheers into a fit of sulks.
Majestic cyber, you are great in might.
You make man seem too slow and short of sight
as man leans on the mind and you on maths;
he seems too slow to race in your fast paths.
Man can't defy you; he seems slow and frail,
which makes him tend to cower and to quail
as robots leave him far behind, and he
has nothing save that he should bend his knee.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
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
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:26 AM UTC
The HOLY TRINITY
My Lord, l see how You are three in one.
That will well clear how You made man like You.
You are the Father, Who rules all the worlds
as man's soul rules his mind and flesh on land.
You want us well to know that man's pure soul
has led the flesh to bear the cross of pain.
Through mind and flesh man works, but flesh will die
to resurrect to life and rise again.
The Lord, the Son, in His Flesh walked the path
that His Soul set to Him in Flesh to walk.
Then His Flesh rose from death as His Soul set
to make His Flesh as glorious as His Soul.
The Holy Spirit is the Love between.
He shares the Soul and Flesh to rule the worlds.
And thus, the Three are One but in three forms
as man in soul, and flesh and exchanged love.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
THE MYSTERIOUS PLEDGE
There is something in this world.
I don't know what it can be.
It is hidden from my eyes.
I feel, but l can't it see.
Always, l hope that some day
It will show its smiling face
and fills my heart with great cheers
as it gives me all l miss.
It will come and bring its gifts
that l expect for long time.
That won't be the end of hope
as it pledges more to come.
It's my hope all through this life,
which time and death spoil its shape.
This mysterious pledge is what
fills my life with greatest hope.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
THE CHARM OF DISTANCE
A song from far across the dale,
A voice so sweet of distant girl,
A warbling coming from afar,
All leave a heart aspire for more.
A word from far in written form
Can stir in you a raging storm.
You wish to near and kiss the hand
That's conveyed you that waited word.
You hear a voice from distant place.
You hug its tune in long embrace.
Your heart is placed in your fond ear.
The mouth-piece gets to you so dear.
Long distance you play with my heart
And make it shake and long to dart,
To catch that voice or that word in
And ****** it in heart within.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 3:47 AM UTC
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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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
THE STUPID MOUSE
A tiger cub was shy and dull.
A mouse assisted him to gain
the courage that all tigers owned
to get the name he should attain.
It taught him how to swim and climb
high mountains and to reach the peak,
to be so bold, to be so strong,
and when in hunger what to seek.
The tiger got so bold and strong
and held the post through what it taught.
He started to despise his friends,
and his foes with great fear were fraught.
One day, he was with hunger struck.
He looked around for what to eat.
No food was found to calm him down.
The mouse could form his piece of meat.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
WHY DO I WRITE ?
I will keep working hard till l find
the true secret of joy in this world.
I won't deal with why roses are great.
This is what everyman clearly sights.
I would like to go through my deep heart
to search deep, and know what it enjoys,
to find scopes which can grant its delight,
which makes life clarified by that light.
I would dive in the soul and its peace
to try hard to espy its great glee,
where it finds the true life that it seeks
and achieves its demands for good life.
That endows me morale that l need
to perform what my soul loves to live.
Nothing can bring man peace if his soul
is not sure of the deeds it performs.
What can words add to roses if man
knows so well that all roses are great.
What man needs is to find what life means
and to meet the right gate through his way.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
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.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
THE LAMB'S FLEECE
Sometimes, we feel the world smiles,
And sweetest joy in us compiles.
Without a reason for that joy,
It falls on us and we enjoy.
What is the source of that fresh breeze
That cools our hearts and minds can please?
It makes us see the world so sweet
And all our problems we defeat.
Is it a message from above
That falls on those who live great love ?
It keeps away from hearts that hate
As joy and hate can never mate.
The source is vague but must be blessed
As misdeeds can't with joy be dressed.
If holy life can give us peace,
Why don't we wear the Lamb's pure fleece ?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
THE REAL PRINT
We are in race with time to leave a print
In such an immense world where we exist.
Each has the sense of self, as all the crowd,
He tries to show his worth in this vast world.
Some kings had printed names before we came.
They proved how great they were in fame and name.
They led such countless hordes and conquered lands
And lots were lost to build their statues' stands.
I drudge to scrawl my print with my own hand;
My own sweat is the price for which is paid.
I wish my print to give some help to man
And not to make him worse or bring him down.
How great those are who build and not destroy,
Who give and not just take to reach their Troy,
Whose love weaves quilts for those who feel so cold
And give a push to those who are not bold.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
THE TIRED, HUNGRY DONKEY
Poor donkey, you search for your food;
Why don't you look and see your load ?
You suffer from its heavy weight.
It is the barley that you eat.
You wait the mercy of your man.
Stretch your head and eat what you can.
It's shameful to have on your back
The thing that you most badly lack.
I am so clever, stupid ***
No man can ever me harass
Except for people who are rich;
I hear their words and do their wish.
I bend to my boss and accept
What he believes and his concept.
I also bow to what strong men
Impose on me and don't complain.
I keep my silence when a lout
Begins to speak and tends to shout.
When one of high post speaks to me,
I just say, "Yes, sir," and agree.
All other men l answer back,
And what they say l never hark.
The donkey laughs and runs away
So glad to carry his barley.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
YOUR FACE OR THE MOON?
I went uphill with her to see the moon,
And live an atmosphere so kind and boon.
Got there, l felt my mind uprose so high
And lived in Eden that could charm my eye.
I looked up; l could see the moon was bright.
It filled the world with lovely orange light.
I thought the moon could paint this comely scene;
Its rays could light the site and its dark screen.
I loved the moon for what it could create
As both my heart and soul could high elate.
A glance at your most charming, quiet eyes
Made me the true creator recognize.
I felt they were much dearer than the moon.
They were the spell that could our hearts attune.
I looked at what the sky could brightly light
And found your face would be a better sight.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC