Submissions by Joseph-Zenieh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
11th Mar 2018 2:15pm
11th Mar 2018 2:15pm
WHERE YEARS HAVE TAKEN HIM
WHERE YEARS HAVE TAKEN HIM
He takes his folding stool and crawls
To sit outside a nearby shop.
He just sits there watching who pass;
That's what his health and his age suits.
He gets so bored with his ground floor,
With what he does and those around,
What his wife wrongly does at home,
But can't advise to shun a brawl.
Outside the shop, he spends his time
With his free thoughts roaming the realm.
He has a ready smile on face
For those who greet him when they stroll.
His smile is sweet and shows deep...
He takes his folding stool and crawls
To sit outside a nearby shop.
He just sits there watching who pass;
That's what his health and his age suits.
He gets so bored with his ground floor,
With what he does and those around,
What his wife wrongly does at home,
But can't advise to shun a brawl.
Outside the shop, he spends his time
With his free thoughts roaming the realm.
He has a ready smile on face
For those who greet him when they stroll.
His smile is sweet and shows deep...
#happiness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2018 8:31pm
10th Mar 2018 8:31pm
MEN AND BEASTS
MEN AND BEASTS
He wished a place where life was still
And silence spread on nearby hill.
Nothing was heard except the stream
Whose water rushed, calling to dream.
He pitched his tent on the green bank
Where trills of birds forbade to think,
And heard with nature calmness tune
Away from bombs and horrid groan.
The birds of sky did flee from men
Their rifles and bombs hoped to shun.
Not only birds but men themselves
Had got fed up with blood and knives.
Men left their hit homes and their streets
And...
He wished a place where life was still
And silence spread on nearby hill.
Nothing was heard except the stream
Whose water rushed, calling to dream.
He pitched his tent on the green bank
Where trills of birds forbade to think,
And heard with nature calmness tune
Away from bombs and horrid groan.
The birds of sky did flee from men
Their rifles and bombs hoped to shun.
Not only birds but men themselves
Had got fed up with blood and knives.
Men left their hit homes and their streets
And...
#war
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2018 9:31am
10th Mar 2018 9:31am
ENJOY WHAT YOU HAVE.
ENJOY WHAT YOU HAVE.
You want your heart to flood with cheers,
Enjoy the toy your hands can deal.
It's lain beside; your eyes can see.
You do not yearn and for it grieve.
Don't search for what your hands can't reach.
The sun is far and its rays scorch.
Seek for the moon that soars so near,
Where man could land, and found it dear.
Enjoy what God has given you
And let your smile perch on your lips.
You please yourself and God above;
He wants a smile for His great gifts.
The smile on your lips gets so sweet,...
You want your heart to flood with cheers,
Enjoy the toy your hands can deal.
It's lain beside; your eyes can see.
You do not yearn and for it grieve.
Don't search for what your hands can't reach.
The sun is far and its rays scorch.
Seek for the moon that soars so near,
Where man could land, and found it dear.
Enjoy what God has given you
And let your smile perch on your lips.
You please yourself and God above;
He wants a smile for His great gifts.
The smile on your lips gets so sweet,...
#happiness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Mar 2018 7:53pm
9th Mar 2018 7:53pm
MY REAL WORTH
MY REAL WORTH
I am so glad that my own worth
Is not up to some people's dearth.
They would deny all that l have
And rank me well below a knave.
My worth is up to who love me
As they would like my best to see.
If upset, l know my bad state;
If glad, l know my state is great.
My worth is how l see myself.
Is my heart clean or with dirt rife?
People around can't see inside
As that l only can decide.
But best of all's to look at you,
And see how you my face will view
As your soft eyes instil my...
I am so glad that my own worth
Is not up to some people's dearth.
They would deny all that l have
And rank me well below a knave.
My worth is up to who love me
As they would like my best to see.
If upset, l know my bad state;
If glad, l know my state is great.
My worth is how l see myself.
Is my heart clean or with dirt rife?
People around can't see inside
As that l only can decide.
But best of all's to look at you,
And see how you my face will view
As your soft eyes instil my...
#identity
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Mar 2018 11:24am
9th Mar 2018 11:24am
THE WINGED VERSE
THE WINGED VERSE
You are the steed that takes me far:
On earth, in space, or near the star.
No science fiction l write here,
But verse and its rhyme are my sphere.
I like to fly. What can l do?
My wings are short, nowhere can go.
Shall l stay where my land is bare
Or fly with verse where none can dare?
I float on oceans and the seas
And ride among the forest trees.
Sometimes, l probe the people's hearts
And share their secrets in those parts.
On such odd trips, none can compete.
They have no means...
You are the steed that takes me far:
On earth, in space, or near the star.
No science fiction l write here,
But verse and its rhyme are my sphere.
I like to fly. What can l do?
My wings are short, nowhere can go.
Shall l stay where my land is bare
Or fly with verse where none can dare?
I float on oceans and the seas
And ride among the forest trees.
Sometimes, l probe the people's hearts
And share their secrets in those parts.
On such odd trips, none can compete.
They have no means...
#FreeVerse
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2018 6:55pm
8th Mar 2018 6:55pm
THE REAL BEGGAR
THE REAL BEGGAR
No brothers, sisters he has got.
He is a beggar of lone heart.
So much he needs a loving friend
Who by his side just tend to stand.
His heart is broken for someone
Who says a good word or listen
To deep sighs that cosume his heart
But still no one would care for that.
He needs a person who tells him
He is a man whose luck is grim.
He is like us with heart that feels
And his lost tear deep thoughts conceals.
How much he needs a touch of love,
A sweet word that a girl would give ...
No brothers, sisters he has got.
He is a beggar of lone heart.
So much he needs a loving friend
Who by his side just tend to stand.
His heart is broken for someone
Who says a good word or listen
To deep sighs that cosume his heart
But still no one would care for that.
He needs a person who tells him
He is a man whose luck is grim.
He is like us with heart that feels
And his lost tear deep thoughts conceals.
How much he needs a touch of love,
A sweet word that a girl would give ...
#loneliness
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Mar 2018 10:57am
8th Mar 2018 10:57am
THE DEAR TO ME
THE DEAR TO ME
My heart is broken for those dear
Who are too weak and kind to bear
The harshness they meet in this life
From disdain to scorn and great grief.
They are looked on as senseless men.
They respect all but looked down on.
All men try to rob them their right
While they look with accepting sight.
My life will have the deepest sense
If l stand at their side of fence.
To show them that the fear of loss
Is harder than the pain of cross.
My Lord came here and cared for them
And mounted His...
My heart is broken for those dear
Who are too weak and kind to bear
The harshness they meet in this life
From disdain to scorn and great grief.
They are looked on as senseless men.
They respect all but looked down on.
All men try to rob them their right
While they look with accepting sight.
My life will have the deepest sense
If l stand at their side of fence.
To show them that the fear of loss
Is harder than the pain of cross.
My Lord came here and cared for them
And mounted His...
#heartbroken
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2018 6:54pm
7th Mar 2018 6:54pm
A VOICE FROM AFAR
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 ...
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 ...
#sadness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2018 3:13pm
7th Mar 2018 3:13pm
A FEW DAYS AGO
A FEW DAYS AGO
It was just like few days ago
When biggest worry was to go
To school and do what teachers asked
And get our nape so harshly slapped.
With eager tongues we bade the days
To pass so that they would us please
With stronger bodies and bigger brawn
Which we were glad to grow and own.
We got great pleasure when we had
All that we ate which made us glad.
It was quite wont to run and dance
As then the normal step was prance.
Just yesterday we played with girls,
Not minding their eyes,...
It was just like few days ago
When biggest worry was to go
To school and do what teachers asked
And get our nape so harshly slapped.
With eager tongues we bade the days
To pass so that they would us please
With stronger bodies and bigger brawn
Which we were glad to grow and own.
We got great pleasure when we had
All that we ate which made us glad.
It was quite wont to run and dance
As then the normal step was prance.
Just yesterday we played with girls,
Not minding their eyes,...
#LifeStruggles
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2018 12:24pm
1st Mar 2018 12:24pm
SAINT MARY
SAINT MARY
Poorest mother you are dear;
To me none can be so near.
Your pain shocked my heart and soul
Though you are so great to all.
Who has suffered more than you?
You took care of Someone Who
Is the Master of the world
As He is the real God.
How hard it was when you saw
Him was flogged and His skin raw !
When He was hung on the cross
You saw your Son bleed, at loss
And died in front of your eyes
While you could not soothe His sighs.
No one could help, just they looked.
I don't know if...
Poorest mother you are dear;
To me none can be so near.
Your pain shocked my heart and soul
Though you are so great to all.
Who has suffered more than you?
You took care of Someone Who
Is the Master of the world
As He is the real God.
How hard it was when you saw
Him was flogged and His skin raw !
When He was hung on the cross
You saw your Son bleed, at loss
And died in front of your eyes
While you could not soothe His sighs.
No one could help, just they looked.
I don't know if...
#mother
#faith
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Joseph-Zenieh
