Submissions by Joseph-Zenieh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
CHRIST AS A MAN
CHRIST AS A MAN
Just show a man surpassing That.
I'll leave my Idol and look at.
I've searched the volume of great men,
But none can outshine Jesus Christ.
I've found great courage in Socrates
As history his death tale narrates.
But history shows that Jesus Christ
Has shown unequalled human traits.
Whose love could drive to restore sight
To touch the leprous with no fright,
To raise the dead and restore cheers
More than the loving Jesus Christ.
He loved the weak; He loved the strong.
He looked with...
Just show a man surpassing That.
I'll leave my Idol and look at.
I've searched the volume of great men,
But none can outshine Jesus Christ.
I've found great courage in Socrates
As history his death tale narrates.
But history shows that Jesus Christ
Has shown unequalled human traits.
Whose love could drive to restore sight
To touch the leprous with no fright,
To raise the dead and restore cheers
More than the loving Jesus Christ.
He loved the weak; He loved the strong.
He looked with...
#religion
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THE LOVING DUCK
THE LOVING DUCK
A duck was walking in the street
With little ducklings near its feet.
A duckling fell inside a drain;
The cover could fat mum detain.
It waited out quacking for help.
Some people came to grant that step.
It waited long till duckling came
And joined again the anxious mum.
I wonder if men are like ducks:
They fill the land with loudest quacks
For sex, the source of chicks, their love_
The same with hens, a bird and dove.
Wise men and women practice sex
In ways artistic and complex, ...
A duck was walking in the street
With little ducklings near its feet.
A duckling fell inside a drain;
The cover could fat mum detain.
It waited out quacking for help.
Some people came to grant that step.
It waited long till duckling came
And joined again the anxious mum.
I wonder if men are like ducks:
They fill the land with loudest quacks
For sex, the source of chicks, their love_
The same with hens, a bird and dove.
Wise men and women practice sex
In ways artistic and complex, ...
#love
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DUTY AND FEAR
DUTY AND FEAR
A craven act derives great shame
And makes you feel you are too small.
You commit it and proudly claim
That strength is master of us all.
What makes a person use his might,
Opposing all those cheated crowd,
Or shouting for the death of Christ
When all their leaders wished Him dead?
Saint Peter escaped shy to speak
Though he was faithful and quite strong.
The poor could shout and so the weak
As they were shouting with the throng.
But Peter wept as he could not
Say what he thought to...
A craven act derives great shame
And makes you feel you are too small.
You commit it and proudly claim
That strength is master of us all.
What makes a person use his might,
Opposing all those cheated crowd,
Or shouting for the death of Christ
When all their leaders wished Him dead?
Saint Peter escaped shy to speak
Though he was faithful and quite strong.
The poor could shout and so the weak
As they were shouting with the throng.
But Peter wept as he could not
Say what he thought to...
#honesty
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GOOD POETRY
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...
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...
#WritingPoetry
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LET'S CONVINCE GOODNESS TO STAY.
LET'S CONVINCE GOODNESS TO STAY.
Why do we look for what is bad?
Does not what we behold round us
Make us quite sure it is abound
And fills the world with dreadful fuss?
The ugly sights are spread nearby
To make this world a fearful scene.
Let's seek what causes all that cry
And replace it with smiling sheen.
How strange is man when sparks of hell
Provoke his hatred from inside,
And make it on his face reveal
The devil with its hateful pride?
The vicious sights have filled the world.
Let's light a...
Why do we look for what is bad?
Does not what we behold round us
Make us quite sure it is abound
And fills the world with dreadful fuss?
The ugly sights are spread nearby
To make this world a fearful scene.
Let's seek what causes all that cry
And replace it with smiling sheen.
How strange is man when sparks of hell
Provoke his hatred from inside,
And make it on his face reveal
The devil with its hateful pride?
The vicious sights have filled the world.
Let's light a...
#LifeGoals
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THE LOVE OF THE SOUL
THE LOVE OF THE SOUL
I'm not aware of eyes or nose;
I'm not so fond of thoughts or form.
What makes me my heart and mind lose
Is that nice creature whose soul's warm.
That creature traps my heart though plain
As my eyes get blind to his shape.
What l care for is one big gain:
My soul with his yearns to escape.
They flee to where no eyes can spot,
Where no ears can hear what they say
And live_ far from the flesh and rot_
The greatest joy of endless day.
No flesh can attain that warm glow
When two...
I'm not aware of eyes or nose;
I'm not so fond of thoughts or form.
What makes me my heart and mind lose
Is that nice creature whose soul's warm.
That creature traps my heart though plain
As my eyes get blind to his shape.
What l care for is one big gain:
My soul with his yearns to escape.
They flee to where no eyes can spot,
Where no ears can hear what they say
And live_ far from the flesh and rot_
The greatest joy of endless day.
No flesh can attain that warm glow
When two...
#love
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SELF CONTENTEDNESS
SELF CONTENTEDNESS
Little frog, don't drink much
Though big size does entice.
Water can't your aim catch
And you'll pay such high price.
Don't you know that your size
Won't match that of a cow?
Water brings your demise
But no bulk will endow.
God gives you certain height;
Don't reject; don't abhor.
That will bring you a plight
If you look for much more.
Satisfaction's a gift
That makes life smile to you.
Your low height toil can lift
To see what you should view.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH...
Little frog, don't drink much
Though big size does entice.
Water can't your aim catch
And you'll pay such high price.
Don't you know that your size
Won't match that of a cow?
Water brings your demise
But no bulk will endow.
God gives you certain height;
Don't reject; don't abhor.
That will bring you a plight
If you look for much more.
Satisfaction's a gift
That makes life smile to you.
Your low height toil can lift
To see what you should view.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH...
#greed
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THE FRUIT OF VICE
THE FRUIT OF VICE
When man indulges in his vice,
And gives his flesh all what it needs,
Does not he think of its high price
When in his eyes his honour bleeds?
How can he meet the other folk?
Does not he look mean in his sight?
Does he accept himself to walk
Among who then appear so white?
I doubt if he can meet a friend
And shake his hand with that pure one.
All people will seem of pure trend
Except himself who has a stain.
He'll see himself a pile of dirt.
What has his vice endowed to him?
He...
When man indulges in his vice,
And gives his flesh all what it needs,
Does not he think of its high price
When in his eyes his honour bleeds?
How can he meet the other folk?
Does not he look mean in his sight?
Does he accept himself to walk
Among who then appear so white?
I doubt if he can meet a friend
And shake his hand with that pure one.
All people will seem of pure trend
Except himself who has a stain.
He'll see himself a pile of dirt.
What has his vice endowed to him?
He...
#shame
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THE CONTEST
THE CONTEST
Man is destined for a goal,
Hard to reach but can install
His name in the book of life
With those famous for their strife.
He begins an empty page.
Thoughts in his mind seethe and rage.
Looks he casts on those great men
Who could paint a splendid scene.
Lots of people lived with them,
Came and left with no small claim.
Nothing could they leave to show,
How they lived, what they could know.
Man is born to start a race
Which he should so boldly face.
Its reward is just to write ...
Man is destined for a goal,
Hard to reach but can install
His name in the book of life
With those famous for their strife.
He begins an empty page.
Thoughts in his mind seethe and rage.
Looks he casts on those great men
Who could paint a splendid scene.
Lots of people lived with them,
Came and left with no small claim.
Nothing could they leave to show,
How they lived, what they could know.
Man is born to start a race
Which he should so boldly face.
Its reward is just to write ...
#LifeStruggles
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EYES NOT MADE TO CRY
EYES NOT MADE TO CRY
Those eyes whose beauty is so cute
Are not for crying or for tears.
They are to show love and its fruit
As love from them gets its sharp spears.
I love to look at them and float
In their most charming atmosphere
Where life can give its smooth delight
And show a world of endless cheer.
I love to sail inside their sea
On just a small and frail sailboat,
Not caring where those eyes take me;
My aim is not to keep afloat.
What are those eyes; they drive me mad.
I forget life and...
Those eyes whose beauty is so cute
Are not for crying or for tears.
They are to show love and its fruit
As love from them gets its sharp spears.
I love to look at them and float
In their most charming atmosphere
Where life can give its smooth delight
And show a world of endless cheer.
I love to sail inside their sea
On just a small and frail sailboat,
Not caring where those eyes take me;
My aim is not to keep afloat.
What are those eyes; they drive me mad.
I forget life and...
#beauty
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STOP WHINING!
STOP WHINING!
Why do you weep? Why do you whine?
Your tears will make your state decline.
You give a chance to those around
To show false care, but their boast hide.
Man proves that he is weak and cruel.
He lives to master and to rule.
When you cry, he feels pleased and gloats
But does not show you his true thoughts.
Don't show him weakness; he will use
When needed just you to abuse.
He will stare in your eyes and say,
"Don't you recall that stupid day?"
Show man your power not your fear.
Your fear...
Why do you weep? Why do you whine?
Your tears will make your state decline.
You give a chance to those around
To show false care, but their boast hide.
Man proves that he is weak and cruel.
He lives to master and to rule.
When you cry, he feels pleased and gloats
But does not show you his true thoughts.
Don't show him weakness; he will use
When needed just you to abuse.
He will stare in your eyes and say,
"Don't you recall that stupid day?"
Show man your power not your fear.
Your fear...
#power
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THE TRIP OF LIFE
THE TRIP OF LIFE
The normal man will have a wife;
Time takes them in the trip of life.
They get inside the car of time
That hurls them to that unknown clime.
They sit quite thoughtless in the car.
Their first main station is not far;
There they meet their so dear first born,
And their car journey will go on.
To their great joy, the child grows fast,
Though that in old age fhem will cast.
The children play their parents' role
While their cars' wheels do keep their roll.
They get old and grandparents called...
The normal man will have a wife;
Time takes them in the trip of life.
They get inside the car of time
That hurls them to that unknown clime.
They sit quite thoughtless in the car.
Their first main station is not far;
There they meet their so dear first born,
And their car journey will go on.
To their great joy, the child grows fast,
Though that in old age fhem will cast.
The children play their parents' role
While their cars' wheels do keep their roll.
They get old and grandparents called...
#LifeCycle
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