Submissions by Joseph-Zenieh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
THE SUN
THE SUN
I know you are in such a splendid atmosphere.
You float in your high skies; your course is high and clear.
You are the sun of your unending and wide space.
The planets and the moons follow your imposed brace.
You see breathtaking views, but they don't ever change.
They are so lovely and without stint or short range.
You see the earth, the moons and what they have to do
that always seem the same for them, for me and you.
Your life is just the same routine of daily life
that even has no days, just same repeated stuff. ...
I know you are in such a splendid atmosphere.
You float in your high skies; your course is high and clear.
You are the sun of your unending and wide space.
The planets and the moons follow your imposed brace.
You see breathtaking views, but they don't ever change.
They are so lovely and without stint or short range.
You see the earth, the moons and what they have to do
that always seem the same for them, for me and you.
Your life is just the same routine of daily life
that even has no days, just same repeated stuff. ...
#love
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POETRY AND LIFE
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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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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#WritingPoetry
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THE REAL MAN
THE REAL MAN
The wound is deep and none can see the blood.
They have soft hearts that can't deal with the wound.
They turn their faces not to hurt their eyes.
He gives the hand of cure though his heart cries.
He gives the help and leaves; the others come
to show that they have saved from serious harm.
He looks with happy eyes at who is saved;
they show that through their work he is retrieved.
He lives great cheers as long as those around
are joyful and they speak with merry sound.
His voice is lowest and his tone is meek. ...
The wound is deep and none can see the blood.
They have soft hearts that can't deal with the wound.
They turn their faces not to hurt their eyes.
He gives the hand of cure though his heart cries.
He gives the help and leaves; the others come
to show that they have saved from serious harm.
He looks with happy eyes at who is saved;
they show that through their work he is retrieved.
He lives great cheers as long as those around
are joyful and they speak with merry sound.
His voice is lowest and his tone is meek. ...
#SelfReflection
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WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED?
WHAT MORE DO WE NEED?
Let me assure myself and have no care
as Christ wants all mankind to be aware
He gives us life and won't allow grim death
to end it with the end of life on earth.
He made mankind and then He took his form.
He loved him much and shared him his own home.
Then He assured him that He could revive
those who had died and bring them back alive.
No one save Him among the humankind
could restore sight to men who were born blind
and raise Himself from death on the third day
to make saint Thomas believe and...
Let me assure myself and have no care
as Christ wants all mankind to be aware
He gives us life and won't allow grim death
to end it with the end of life on earth.
He made mankind and then He took his form.
He loved him much and shared him his own home.
Then He assured him that He could revive
those who had died and bring them back alive.
No one save Him among the humankind
could restore sight to men who were born blind
and raise Himself from death on the third day
to make saint Thomas believe and...
#religion
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SEPTEMBER
SEPTEMBER
Falling leaves, you were small buds.
Now, you fall to kiss the ground.
What kind Spring used as green studs
With no mercy Autumn browned.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Falling leaves, you were small buds.
Now, you fall to kiss the ground.
What kind Spring used as green studs
With no mercy Autumn browned.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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#LifeCycle
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THE REALITY OF MAN
THE REALITY OF MAN
Too weak is man, my Lord; he makes me at times cry.
He looks so well today and rebuffs my reply.
I get upset and think how haughty he can be.
Tomorrow, he is ill, and too weak him l see.
I get so sorry as l said what he opposed.
I'd love to meet again and see him well composed.
How much l'd love to hear his voice haughty again.
Then l know that he will to normal state return.
My Lord, You make poor man too frail and too fragile.
He tries to show himself so strong and so agile
to hide what he knows well...
Too weak is man, my Lord; he makes me at times cry.
He looks so well today and rebuffs my reply.
I get upset and think how haughty he can be.
Tomorrow, he is ill, and too weak him l see.
I get so sorry as l said what he opposed.
I'd love to meet again and see him well composed.
How much l'd love to hear his voice haughty again.
Then l know that he will to normal state return.
My Lord, You make poor man too frail and too fragile.
He tries to show himself so strong and so agile
to hide what he knows well...
#meditation
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THE PLANNED DEEDS
THE PLANNED DEEDS
I'd love to feel You more, my Brother in the sky.
You told Your mother that John is her son on earth.
You made all men Your kin, and as l'm one of them,
I'd love to feel You more, a brother and a friend.
My Lord, You are alive, and all the world is Yours.
It won't cost You a thing to give me just a touch.
This step will make me start my heaven from that point
and change my life from search to bliss of great delight.
I know how much You loved Your kin on this hard land.
You were the purest Man who dressed the...
I'd love to feel You more, my Brother in the sky.
You told Your mother that John is her son on earth.
You made all men Your kin, and as l'm one of them,
I'd love to feel You more, a brother and a friend.
My Lord, You are alive, and all the world is Yours.
It won't cost You a thing to give me just a touch.
This step will make me start my heaven from that point
and change my life from search to bliss of great delight.
I know how much You loved Your kin on this hard land.
You were the purest Man who dressed the...
#religion
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VOLPONE AND I
VOLPONE AND I
Volpone, l am surprised how man can be
so deceitful and can live his inner glee!
Man is always scared of life and what it hides,
finding shelter through his love and through good deeds.
I look up towards the Lord and pray for health.
Volpone looks for the foe and seeks his wealth.
Is his heart made of hard flint and mine of straw?
Just a little puff of wind can my heart blow.
He and all his friends can do what they would like,
hoarding money in all ways to pile a stock.
While l seek a conscience free from vicious...
Volpone, l am surprised how man can be
so deceitful and can live his inner glee!
Man is always scared of life and what it hides,
finding shelter through his love and through good deeds.
I look up towards the Lord and pray for health.
Volpone looks for the foe and seeks his wealth.
Is his heart made of hard flint and mine of straw?
Just a little puff of wind can my heart blow.
He and all his friends can do what they would like,
hoarding money in all ways to pile a stock.
While l seek a conscience free from vicious...
#conflict
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BETWEEN THE PAST AND NOW
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? ...
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? ...
#WritingPoetry
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OR LET'S COVER OUR EYES?
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...
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...
#faith
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A TOAST FOR THE PRESENT
A TOAST TO 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...
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...
#happiness
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DOCTOR FAUSTUS
DOCTOR FAUSTUS
Doctor Faustus, l can feel what you passed through
to gain science and to know the latest view.
You sold your soul to the foe to give you what
can satiate your obsessed mind and eager heart.
When a man loves someone else the other should
give him something in return and not be rude.
Faustus, you gave all your life for science' sake.
Did that science relieve you from your bad ache?
Faustus, we are quite inside your horrid boat.
We give life for various aims on which we dote.
Then we wake up when the devil of...
Doctor Faustus, l can feel what you passed through
to gain science and to know the latest view.
You sold your soul to the foe to give you what
can satiate your obsessed mind and eager heart.
When a man loves someone else the other should
give him something in return and not be rude.
Faustus, you gave all your life for science' sake.
Did that science relieve you from your bad ache?
Faustus, we are quite inside your horrid boat.
We give life for various aims on which we dote.
Then we wake up when the devil of...
#LifeGoals
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Joseph-Zenieh