Submissions by Joseph-Zenieh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2022 2:51pm
9th Nov 2022 2:51pm
THE LOVE A WOMAN DESERVES
THE LOVE A WOMAN DESERVES
You meet a woman; be so kind
and bring to mind she has her plight
as she is weaker than her mate
with whom she shares one room and bed.
Before you think of what you want,
from love to sex, just sympathize.
Make her see you a constant spouse
and not who will her plight augment.
She needs your love only for her;
show her you are her equal half.
When in her house she sees her child,
her future looms much more content.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ...
You meet a woman; be so kind
and bring to mind she has her plight
as she is weaker than her mate
with whom she shares one room and bed.
Before you think of what you want,
from love to sex, just sympathize.
Make her see you a constant spouse
and not who will her plight augment.
She needs your love only for her;
show her you are her equal half.
When in her house she sees her child,
her future looms much more content.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ...
#kindness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Nov 2022 6:33pm
7th Nov 2022 6:33pm
THE FINICKY BEGGAR
THE FINICKY BEGGAR
Beggar, do not be too proud
and accept what they afford.
If you're given only bread,
take it saying you are glad.
Don't be scrupulous and hard;
accept all and express thanks.
If it's not so good and fit,
throw it when you are afar.
People who are in your state
will accept the cheapest gift.
Don't be finicky when you
merely ask for needed alms.
How can you be haughty when
you are in such bleak despair?
Yet we sometimes act like that
when we need some aid from God....
Beggar, do not be too proud
and accept what they afford.
If you're given only bread,
take it saying you are glad.
Don't be scrupulous and hard;
accept all and express thanks.
If it's not so good and fit,
throw it when you are afar.
People who are in your state
will accept the cheapest gift.
Don't be finicky when you
merely ask for needed alms.
How can you be haughty when
you are in such bleak despair?
Yet we sometimes act like that
when we need some aid from God....
#SelfWorth
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2022 3:16pm
4th Nov 2022 3:16pm
WHAT CAN BE DONE?
WHAT CAN BE DONE?
I was a child in that warm house,
too weak and young, but there were two,
who were so kind and gave me all
to make my way a lovely stroll.
When l was bored, they brought me toys.
When l was scared, they stood beside.
I'm made of flesh and profound soul.
They cared for both and gave me mirth.
I grew up and my mind's begun
to look for whom the spirit heeds.
l can't be left to face my thoughts
that fear the vagueness of the rest.
Where can one find the needed help?
Can we be pleased to close...
I was a child in that warm house,
too weak and young, but there were two,
who were so kind and gave me all
to make my way a lovely stroll.
When l was bored, they brought me toys.
When l was scared, they stood beside.
I'm made of flesh and profound soul.
They cared for both and gave me mirth.
I grew up and my mind's begun
to look for whom the spirit heeds.
l can't be left to face my thoughts
that fear the vagueness of the rest.
Where can one find the needed help?
Can we be pleased to close...
#LifeGoals
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2022 10:48am
1st Nov 2022 10:48am
THE END IS WHAT MATTERS.
THE END IS WHAT MATTERS.
You are my entire hope.
What is life without a word
of assurance from Your side
that controls the hopeless end?
What is life if none exists
after the advent of death?
How can man enjoy a trip
that's concluded with a crash?
You revealed how glad You were
when You rose up and appeared
to those needing such a proof,
which transformed their fear to faith.
Rising deleted their fright
and encouraged them to preach.
What can make a frightened man
rush to death neglecting fear? ...
You are my entire hope.
What is life without a word
of assurance from Your side
that controls the hopeless end?
What is life if none exists
after the advent of death?
How can man enjoy a trip
that's concluded with a crash?
You revealed how glad You were
when You rose up and appeared
to those needing such a proof,
which transformed their fear to faith.
Rising deleted their fright
and encouraged them to preach.
What can make a frightened man
rush to death neglecting fear? ...
#hope
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2022 9:46pm
23rd Oct 2022 9:46pm
A GOOD WARNING
A GOOD WARNING
I perceive my life should have a task.
Each one comes to earth with his own charge.
People get the strength to reap their joy
through the calmness which their souls adore.
How can l obtain the tranquil soul
that can shun the pain of burning flame?
Nothing can confer a state so calm
save a feeling that my task is done.
How can man endure the scorch of hell
that will destroy his exhausted nerves
when he feels that time is passing by
and his duty is still not performed? ...
I perceive my life should have a task.
Each one comes to earth with his own charge.
People get the strength to reap their joy
through the calmness which their souls adore.
How can l obtain the tranquil soul
that can shun the pain of burning flame?
Nothing can confer a state so calm
save a feeling that my task is done.
How can man endure the scorch of hell
that will destroy his exhausted nerves
when he feels that time is passing by
and his duty is still not performed? ...
#responsibility
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Oct 2022 10:08pm
17th Oct 2022 10:08pm
THE MOUNTAIN AND THE VALE
THE MOUNTAIN AND THE VALE
Between the mountain lofty top and that low vale,
I wander beside them to have a look at both.
The mountain lacks the fruits the vale can always have
while both attract my eyes to see the greater worth.
Both have been there since Adam's time but he has gone
and lots like him have traced his way while both exist.
I look with eager eyes at that most glorious peak,
but fear of that hard climb can stop my feet.
It's hard to climb but when l reach the soaring point,
I find the vale so nice but not for...
Between the mountain lofty top and that low vale,
I wander beside them to have a look at both.
The mountain lacks the fruits the vale can always have
while both attract my eyes to see the greater worth.
Both have been there since Adam's time but he has gone
and lots like him have traced his way while both exist.
I look with eager eyes at that most glorious peak,
but fear of that hard climb can stop my feet.
It's hard to climb but when l reach the soaring point,
I find the vale so nice but not for...
#LifeGoals
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22 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2022 10:38pm
7th Oct 2022 10:38pm
THE LAST BLOW TO WESTERN CIVILIZATION
THE LAST BLOW TO WESTERN CIVILIZATION
I need support; l am about
to lose my mind and all its might
as people get so proud of dirt
and their behaviour brings no doubt.
They're getting proud of useless sex,
the futile act without results.
Despite all that, they do not care
as values have lost all their flare.
What's great is just to find a mate,
same sex or not, but for one night
to have some pleasure for them both
with nothing more to have a child.
Where is your sense of sin, poor man,
old fashioned morals...
I need support; l am about
to lose my mind and all its might
as people get so proud of dirt
and their behaviour brings no doubt.
They're getting proud of useless sex,
the futile act without results.
Despite all that, they do not care
as values have lost all their flare.
What's great is just to find a mate,
same sex or not, but for one night
to have some pleasure for them both
with nothing more to have a child.
Where is your sense of sin, poor man,
old fashioned morals...
#tradition
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2022 8:21pm
27th Sep 2022 8:21pm
BUT THERE ARE STILL SOME.
BUT THERE ARE STILL SOME.
Where is the love that he would seek?
It is a flawless, pristine rose
which is not kissed by greedy bees
that suck from here and vomit there.
His heart is picky, hard to please.
He's fond of what's serenely clean.
He cannot touch a rancid part
supposed to be a private spot.
He's looked for long, but roses turn
so fond of kissing bees and flies.
The roses that are deeply pure
are getting few and even rare.
He's found the purest lips and eyes
abiding in that serene face
that...
Where is the love that he would seek?
It is a flawless, pristine rose
which is not kissed by greedy bees
that suck from here and vomit there.
His heart is picky, hard to please.
He's fond of what's serenely clean.
He cannot touch a rancid part
supposed to be a private spot.
He's looked for long, but roses turn
so fond of kissing bees and flies.
The roses that are deeply pure
are getting few and even rare.
He's found the purest lips and eyes
abiding in that serene face
that...
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2022 10:15pm
24th Sep 2022 10:15pm
A QUICK DECISION
A QUICK DECISION
He saw her near a village well
where girls would take their jugs to fill
the cups from which their parents drank
and thanked the hands that quenched their thirst.
Her face shone brighter than the moon.
She was so sweet with tanned, soft skin.
Her sparkling eyes one arrow shot,
but that sharp arrow pierced his heart.
He asked her where she lived to go
and see her parents if she wished.
Her look could calm his drumming throbs
as her eyes were a little shy.
That shyness made him dance the way ...
He saw her near a village well
where girls would take their jugs to fill
the cups from which their parents drank
and thanked the hands that quenched their thirst.
Her face shone brighter than the moon.
She was so sweet with tanned, soft skin.
Her sparkling eyes one arrow shot,
but that sharp arrow pierced his heart.
He asked her where she lived to go
and see her parents if she wished.
Her look could calm his drumming throbs
as her eyes were a little shy.
That shyness made him dance the way ...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2022 8:35pm
14th Sep 2022 8:35pm
YOUR FACE OR A BOOK?
YOUR FACE OR A BOOK?
I sit with you; l read your face,
and fold you in a deep embrace.
Your profound thoughts l can't neglect.
All my fulfillment you create.
You're always there when l need you.
You never let me down and out.
When one of your most daring views
escapes my mind, you never spout.
You unfold notions that repeat
to make the picture quite complete.
How great you are when you are near.
You are my loved one and my dear.
You never think of which place
I locate you among your friends.
You never...
I sit with you; l read your face,
and fold you in a deep embrace.
Your profound thoughts l can't neglect.
All my fulfillment you create.
You're always there when l need you.
You never let me down and out.
When one of your most daring views
escapes my mind, you never spout.
You unfold notions that repeat
to make the picture quite complete.
How great you are when you are near.
You are my loved one and my dear.
You never think of which place
I locate you among your friends.
You never...
#love
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7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2022 10:32pm
3rd Sep 2022 10:32pm
THE LOYAL FAMILY
THE LOYAL FAMILY
An unlucky bird had broken
one of its uplifting organs.
It became so sad to live on
land and lose its flying journeys.
Its most loyal mate lived with it
in the middle of a forest
where they built their nest in bushes
and had some chicks which they brought up.
One day hunters saw the female
up a tree and they intended
to discharge a killing bullet,
but the male in front ran faster.
It was shot but saved the upper
bird and was content for its act.
Its relaxed face sent a message, ...
An unlucky bird had broken
one of its uplifting organs.
It became so sad to live on
land and lose its flying journeys.
Its most loyal mate lived with it
in the middle of a forest
where they built their nest in bushes
and had some chicks which they brought up.
One day hunters saw the female
up a tree and they intended
to discharge a killing bullet,
but the male in front ran faster.
It was shot but saved the upper
bird and was content for its act.
Its relaxed face sent a message, ...
#love
245 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Aug 2022 10:05pm
29th Aug 2022 10:05pm
LUCK OR WHAT?
LUCK OR WHAT?
Do you think that there is luck
and it rains on one while he
is so thirsty up a dune
and he quenches burning thirst?
It is said that luck can make
rainy days become quite clear
when a woman wants the sky
for a picnic to be fair.
Lots of people get so rich
through a business of no worth.
They have little mind to use,
but their dumbness is the cause.
Is it luck or is it skill,
or can it be lots of work?
Some would say that luck is all;
others laugh at what they drawl.
BY JOSEPH...
Do you think that there is luck
and it rains on one while he
is so thirsty up a dune
and he quenches burning thirst?
It is said that luck can make
rainy days become quite clear
when a woman wants the sky
for a picnic to be fair.
Lots of people get so rich
through a business of no worth.
They have little mind to use,
but their dumbness is the cause.
Is it luck or is it skill,
or can it be lots of work?
Some would say that luck is all;
others laugh at what they drawl.
BY JOSEPH...
#luck
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