Sonnet- Man Sins Foolishly
Just like the Elephant that sprays o'er mud,
After its bath in river or a lake;
Just like the Cow that keeps chewing the cud,
Man commits sins although he is awake.
Just like the Crow that rolls over the dirt,
After its bath in stagnant water-pool;
With devils many, man attempts to flirt
Before some suffering makes his head cool.
The man who sins falls into sin again;
To err is human- so man sins freely,
Till punishment from God pours down like Rain
And penitence afills his heart truly.
The man who inhibits his thoughts is great,
When devils try to tempt him and to bait.
poem by John Celes
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Sins and pleasure
Pleasure of sins lures me to sin.
Sins of pleasure follow me in.
I sow sins to harvest pleasure
And sow pleasure to harvest sins.
Virtues might promise me pleasure
But it is sins that assure of it.
Sins are the food meant for senses.
Virtues are the food made of ego.
I do sins to derive pleasure
And then repent to cleanse my soul.
Virtues I stay with; sins I flirt with.
29.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: All Men are Sinners
How can we judge a man with greatest sins?
‘Let the man who has no sins, throw the first stone';
A sword can kill and sometimes even pins;
And man can sin even while being alone.
The purest soul has some kind of sin-stain;
And man falls into temptations with ease;
Sometimes, he tends to sin again, again;
In tempting man, the devils will not cease.
The blood of Christ absolves all men of sins;
The worst sinner could always reach Heaven;
God's forgiveness can come within a wince;
God knows the problems on earth of all men.
No man, really speaking can judge next;
Man's Salvation comes through God's Holy Text.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Man Must Be Wise
Man thinks he is cleverer than his God!
Good deeds he does and commits too grave sins;
Presuming time will be offered by lord,
And the devils’ fight he can finally win.
Our God is so kind but He is Master;
He knows our heart’s depths and every small thought;
Much more than any man, God thinks faster;
Man can’t cheat God and to know this, he ought.
Our lifetime though long, yet appears so short;
Already some men live on borrowed time;
Till old age sets, his sins, man cannot cart
Man should repent fast to make life sublime.
Who knows purgatory still awaits some men;
’Tis wise to suffer here; go to Heaven.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Is Earthly-life, a Purgatory?
O God, perhaps this is my purgatory!
Help me to bear my sufferings with joy;
Let pain and strife become my offertory;
Let not the devils with my soul to toy.
When trials come and tribulations too,
My face must wear a smile that never fades;
When out of habit, mortal sins I do,
Let me ignore the devils’ accolades!
Let remorse strike my plaintive heart early;
Let guilt not make me commit suicide;
Just like you can’t uncurl the curly hair,
Man sins, his actions being malafide!
Make me penitent and do my penance;
Gain forgiveness to see God’s countenance.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Spare Us Sinners, God…
Whatever sins, our ancestors had done,
God, spare our future generations, please:
From strife and death by famine, wars and sun;
Open your heart of kindness and give peace.
Whatever sins, our children try to do,
Despite our warning them not to; O Lord,
Forgive them and withhold your just rod too:
They know not how sins offend you, O God.
O God of mercy and infinite love,
Ignore our trespasses, bestow your grace;
Our sincere repentance, help us to prove;
From devils’ hands, protect the human race!
The world today is full of sin and vice;
Help us to avoid sin and be soul-wise.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-18-2008
poem by John Celes
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Soul Must Be Pure
A married life’s like colored cloth;
A cloistered life, a pure-white garb!
A celibate avoids sex-thoughts;
All religious must live pure lives!
All forms of sin, we must avoid;
The mortal sins are soul-takers;
The clergy must be more cautious;
The devils tempt them miserably!
But God is holy in always;
Heaven abounds in holiness;
No sin-stained soul can stay with God,
Unless, He cleanses it, His way!
To fall in sin is man’s weakness;
God forgives hearts truly contrite;
Sin wounds and scars the soul somehow;
The grace of God must heal all souls!
The religious must be wary;
The devils hate them to the core;
They will not rest until they fall
Into their traps and snares, wily.
Even the empty mind can sin;
No saint is sinless or exempt;
But Christ has paid the price for sins
Of all mankind, once and for all!
But God stays by the righteous ones;
He lifts them up, each time they fall,
And fills their souls with much more grace,
Until their war with devils’ won!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-08-2009
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Sonnet: Man Sins Often
Why do we slip into sin so often?
’Tis natural for man to commit sin;
We think the devils’ attacks will soften;
But how many can give up drinking gin?
Man thinks, he’s smarter than all the devils;
Man succumbs to temptations most of time:
Man does less good but keeps doing evils;
His nexus with the devils becomes prime.
So, God allows problems till man atones;
This is the time when man thinks about God;
Thus, man repents for all his sins and moans;
Heaven’s mercy rains down on him from Lord.
Yet, man will continue to sin again;
From punishing him, God does still refrain.
poem by John Celes
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7 Deadly Sins
7 seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins
Watch out when you step in
For seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
Thats when the fun begins
(seven deadly sins)
(sin number one) was when you left me
(sin number two) you said goodbye
(sin number three) was when you told me a little white lie
Seven deadly sins
Once it starts, it never ends (seven deadly sins)
Watch out aroung the bend (seven deadly sins)
A seven deadly sins (seven deadly sins)
(sin number four) was when you looked my way
(sin number five) was when you smiled
(sin number six) was when you let me stay
Sin number seven was when you touched me and told me why
Seven deadly sins
So many rules to bend
Time and time again
Seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
Seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins (seven deadly sins)
Watch out when you step in (seven deadly sins)
For seven deadly sins
Seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (deadly sins)
song performed by by George Harrison
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Our Sins
Our sins are leading us away from the truth!
Our sins are causing all the troubles in this world,
Our sins are bringing about all these wars around us,
Our sins have torn us apart from love! !
And, we now hate each other in this world.
Glabal warming! !
And, it is all because of our sins;
Our sins have really destroyed everything around us.
Just watch the news!
Just listen to your neihbour!
Just look around you!
Just see how much hatred is being expressed among us!
Our sins have torn us apart from love.
Scenes, sins!
Of the scenes of life full of many troubles;
All in the name of our sins.
The Creator, whose Original Name is Yahweh,
Created us all with true love in many colours;
But, our sins have led us to hate each other on this earth.
Famine, disaster, sickness, accident, drought!
And all the global warming seen around us;
Are all caused by our sins because,
We failed to follow the Laws of Yahweh.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Confessing Sins
when guilt is full
there comes a time when we think of
the possibility of confessing our sins,
the usual sins of omissions
more than our sins of commissions,
to a friend perhaps, but you doubt
for he has more sins than you have
and it might as well end
on the reverse, you the listening tree
and he the barking dog,
or perhaps to a religious group but
you shy away because of their number
and you might as well at the end be the
subject of their gossip
in town for a week or so,
and so you become a catholic again
on a Sunday before your parish priest
you kneel down and confess your sins,
and your dismay the priest says,
'
my son these are not sins anymore
under the new doctrines
with an ending, don't worry my boy
you'll do penance just the same
say three our fathers and three hail Mary's
and don't come back
your sins are the same as mine'
what comfort is this, when sins are confessed
to a person on the same misery and guilt as we are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Missionary
The bells ring out above my room
And announcement of our loss
And in the act three men decide
And indefinite epilogue.
My letters have all gone
A journey thats unsure
A message that was rich
A hand that was poor.
Oh have me breath and let me go
Cause I dont want you to know
Cause I dont want you to know.
Oh I dont want you, want you, want you.
My own description may have failed
Torn from pictures that were saved
Along with images from words
That were saved and not erased
The shelves arranged above my head
A memory of my fears
Blankets hold the smell of life
And soak the many years.
Oh have me breath and let me go
Cause I dont want you to know
Cause I dont want you to know.
Oh I dont want you, want you, want you.
Oh missionary are you here.
Sun doesnt burn when the water comes
But water doesnt come like the english rain
They bury their heads for self defence
A marked improvement through diligence
We are alone against our sins
Alone against our sins
Alone against our sins.
Vacant rooms that are full of men
That sit on the stools awaiting time
Discussion leads to little sense
They bury their heads for self defence
We are alone against our sins
Alone against our sins
Alone against our sins.
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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When Your Sins Come Home to Roost
When you fear the barber’s mirror when you go to get a crop,
Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top:
When you titivate and do the little things you never used—
It is close upon the season when your sins come home to roost.
Many were the sins of others and you never were to blame,
Some were sins you shared in common—you must suffer all the same;
Some were sins of wasted hours with the wine cup or a mate,
But you cannot share the burden—and they come in duplicate.
Oh! you’ll find the fowls are heavy and their claws are sharp and deep—
They will bow your head in working, they will jerk you from your sleep,
And so many hands are eager just to give your back a boost
On the road to wreck and ruin when your sins come home to roost.
But you don’t let on they’re roosting and you take some only way,
And you never whine or guzzle and you neither curse nor pray;
You will never for an instant let your lower lip be loosed—
But you stand up like a soldier when your sins come home to roost!
And you’ll find them growing lighter till you find room for a few
Of the sins of other mortals who have weaker souls than you:
Then you’ll smile, and not too sadly, at old sins reintroduced—
And you’ll be a man in many when your sins come home to roost.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Sonnet- Set Right your Soul’s State Early
Each man is sinful, right within his head;
There is much sin that lurks around him too;
With time, his conscience becomes also dead;
What could his Angel-Guardian ever do?
There is much punishment within each one;
There is too punishment in world around;
Unless each man, his vices can but shun,
His sins will turn a mountain from a mound.
And when all earthly time given has gone,
Self-realisation comes in the end;
How could remorse and penitence be born?
Unless the grace of God comes as Godsend.
'Tis wise to not ignore one's soul till last;
There may not be time to make up for past.
poem by John Celes
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Devils Daughter
Well I know where you live
I know you live alone
Ill pay a visit in your darkest hour
ve got a treat in store
Wont be the same no more
And I will demonstrate my holy power
Chorus:
I see through
What is it inside you
Ill make you
Breakdown, breakdown
Breakdown and cry
Devils daughter
You dont want a holy war.
Devils daughter
You dont want a holy war
You know what Im about
Ill cast the demons out
And Ill persist until the battles won
Ill feel your creeping flesh
If youre to be possessed
Then I will desecrate what youve become
Chorus
Devils daughter
You dont want a holy war
Devils daughter
The time has come at last
Your future days have past
No use in fighting battles you cant win
The final conflicts lost
You cant afford the cost
Dont try to expiate your fathers sins
Chorus
Breakdown, breakdown
Breakdown and cry
D...d...d...devils daughter (Im watching you watching you)
D...d...d...devils daughter (Im watching you watching you)
D...d...d...devils daughter (Im watching you watching you)
D...d...d...devils daughter aaahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Bath with out bath room
Rain drops
Kissing on
Sea...
'I was taking
shaver bath'
Say for sea with smile wave...
' I was take swmming
With yours sea pool'
Say for rain drops happley cry
Booth are bath
Without bath room
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Spawn
At the intersection of two lost highways to heaven
I met with a weird bird with a human face
The color of its bulging eyes, violet and raven
Rang a bell, yet was I that scared to touch base
It said it meant me no harm, and was good at heart
A reincarnated angel that once fell from grace
Wishing to prevent me from making a false start
Was eager to recant my deadly sins with a magic mace
But first I had to deal with an infernal spawn
Responsible for sins not covered by other devils
If I succeeded in winning the battle, I'd hold my own
And never regret having to choose the lesser of two evils
poem by Aram Stefanian
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Sonnet: Beware of Porn!
The unnatural ways, some use body parts
Appears they’re but part of fiendish arts
Of people’s minds which are fully obsessed,
And souls and bodies by devils possessed.
They seem like satan’s followers on earth
Practicing demoniac rites since their birth;
Desecrating the beauty of all things,
Profaning everything good that life brings.
With minds gone awry beyond all limits,
Reveling in internet global hits,
Corrupting minds and hearts to sins galore,
Making each person turn into a whore!
God save all souls from devils on rampage,
And vices, sins of web-based modern age!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-1-2009
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: God’s Mystical Love
The love of God’s the strongest one we know!
The more we realize, stronger ’twill grow;
Defeating anyone, the strongest foe;
A debt to God, unique, all creatures owe.
The devils know this truth better than man,
That love divine will one surely win;
They try to tempt men yet in ways they can;
By nature, man falls often in sin.
But there’s redemption for all sinners still;
God will forgive the biggest sins of man;
The penitent heart/ soul, God’s grace will fill;
The soul is back on the road to Heaven.
This is the mystery of God’s creation,
An open-secret to god-fearing men.
8-10-2002
poem by John Celes
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Sins
Why have you gone against me my love?
And, why have you come to bring my sins to remembrance?
For the jar of your flour shall not be used up nor,
Shall the jug of your oil dry out!
Because i will always love you from my heart,
So bring me a cup of water so that i may drink from you.
Send down the rain to water my garden oh heavens!
For my sins are well known by you all in this land;
And i am walking along peacefully to adjust to time,
For the jar of my lover now at rest beside me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sin separates me from God
My sins take me away from Thee afar,
And make me think, I can achieve great things,
Without the help of God I will be Star,
With health and wealth and fame among earthlings.
My sins appease my disturb'd mind somewhat,
And give me transient joy and happiness;
But not for long; I'm back in life's ghats!
And guilt engulfs with much nervousness.
In life, I ought to be nearer to God;
My sins have dug a deep abyss 'twixt us;
With weary heart, I really forgot,
Remorse, penance, provide my Omnibus.
I promise God, never to sin again.
My Sun has set and clouds will bring the Rain.
poem by John Celes
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