Sonnet: God is Watching All
But there is One who is ever watching you,
Tho’ earthly eyes can’t see Him observe all;
Whatever sins, whatever crimes you do,
He knows them all and persuades you to stall.
His eyes are like the countless stars in sky!
His voice is like the thunder that you hear!
He knows each creature, until he will die;
He listens to our pleas, prayers by ear.
To Him, both death and time are meaningless;
Heaven, His home- He wants with us to share;
But we can reach it by being sinless;
He judges souls; His judgment is so fair!
Surrender man, to God Almighty One;
He is the light that’s brighter than the sun.
7-7-2002
poem by John Celes
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All Souls’ Day
The many ones I knew are hardly seen;
My friends, relatives are in scarce numbers;
Their memories are truly evergreen;
But death has put those souls in deep slumbers!
Most near and dear and loved ones are all gone;
This world looks empty but their graves abound;
They couldn’t be saints but sinned even alone;
Their cemeteries with time are hardly found!
Yet, most had left with venial sins galore;
In Purgatory, God cleanses souls by grace;
They need our prayers to be freed much more;
Like gold refined, souls enter Heaven’s haze!
But fiery love of God can change their roles;
The ones in mortal sins are nearer hell;
God’s mystic mercy could redeem such souls;
The living souls on earth can make them well!
All Souls’ Day comes once in a year for all;
Let’s empty Purgatory by praying hard;
Let’s fast to hasten Almighty God’s call;
Recite the rosary to stay on guard!
God, send your angels soon to fetch all souls;
Their sufferings are much more than on earth;
Let light perpetual shine upon dead souls;
Take them to Your Abode and grant them mirth!
Show mercy Lord, on every soul, we pray!
Let light divine annul the hellish spray;
Forgive them, Jesus Christ, we beg to say;
Ignore their trespasses on Judgment Day!
Lovingly dedicated to all souls on ‘All Souls’ Day! ’
poem by John Celes
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Airline To Heaven
There's an airline plane
Flies to heaven everyday
Past the pearly gates
If you want to ride this train
Have your ticket in your hand
Before it is too late
If the world looks wrong
And your money's spent and gone
And your friend has turned away
You can get away to heaven
On this aeroplane
Just bow your head and pray
Them's got ears, let them hear
Them's got eyes, let them see
Turn your eyes to the lord of the skies
Take this airline plane
It'll take you home again
To your home behind the skies
Well a lot of people guess
Some say no and some say yes
Will it take some and leave some behind?
But you will surely know
When to the airport go
To leave this world behind
Oh a lot of speakers speak
A lot of preachers preach
When you lay their salary on the line
You can hold your head and pray
It's the only earthly way
You can fly to heaven on time
Fly to heaven on time
Them's got ears, let them hear
Them's got eyes, let them see
Turn your eyes to the lord of the skies
Take that airline plane
It'll take you home again
To your home behind the skies
Your ticket you obtain
On this heavenly airline plane
You leave your sins behind
You've got to take this flight
It may be daytime, might be night
But you can't see your way if you're blind
Them's got ears, let them hear
Them's got eyes, let them see
Turn your eyes to the lord of the skies
Take that airline plane
It'll take you home again
To your home behind the skies
song performed by by Wilco
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Six Pending Judgments
He has declared His Righteous Judgments to all mankind have Heaven,
God's complete and perfect plan shall be determined with only seven.
God's first Judgment was indeed for Him life's ultimate sacrifice,
While on the cross God had to turn from His One and Only Son Christ.
For Jesus Christ following His Father's will became His darkest day,
Although He had no sin He received the wrath that was aimed our way.
So if you hear His voice today, follow not your own selfish desire,
All who resist His Grace will be Judged, as God is a consuming fire.
Believer's works will go through His fire to burn up earthly dross,
The Believer himself will be saved but his rewards will suffer loss.
As we are being Judged there will be distress for God's Only Nation,
For Israel's unbelief they will be Judged in The Great Tribulation.
Most Israel will perish but one third will make it through His fire.
Then Israel will see the One they pierced and He'll be their desire.
He will then separate the sheep and goats as God Judges each nation,
He will bless the sheep on his right while the goats see Damnation.
And God will not forget all the angels that were deceived and fell,
For He has held them in gloomy dungeons pending Judgment into Hell.
His Final Judgment against all unbelieving souls will be the same,
They will be cast into outer darkness, to never again hear His Name.
(Copyright © 07/2002)
Let Death Come
We all must leave; we all must go;
Some day, some way and leave this shore;
The mighty and the weak must bow
To death that comes to every door!
Death won’t give time any to think
Or time to cleanse our earthly stink;
God-willing ones escape its brink,
Before it can forever link.
When death calls you by its cold voice,
How many can truly rejoice?
It takes you without any noise
And gives no one, the final choice.
Death lurks atop all earthly heads,
Whether new-born or old in beds;
And comes to plants and beasts’ bed-steads,
And spares no one across the meads.
All earthly things must die some day,
Ensouled man too- that’s what we say;
In any age, we all die, Aye!
On land, water or air, someway.
But we must be ready by then,
And lead lives better with our ken;
Yes, fill your souls with good deeds, men,
And reach your goal that is heaven.
All things of clay to clay must go,
When death will end our earthly show;
And that’s the way to God’s rainbow,
And when, that day comes, you ne’er know!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: After Death
A dead person never requires praise,
Nor does rebuking help to change his ways;
What if he wins or loses any case?
His earthly tenure, none can ev’r efface.
The soul that’s dead needs no awards/rewards,
Or posthumous citations, or birthdays;
What does it matter if they be kings/ bards?
No monument, his achievements repays.
And statues, paintings too will not suffice,
To glorify his works or laud great souls;
Just prayers for the dead souls will be wise,
And pleas to God to save souls from hell’s coals.
Death is a full-stop to our life’s sentence!
Where use we must, our sense and common sense.
9-12-2002
poem by John Celes
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All Soul's Day
They throng the tombs of near and dear,
To pray for souls in Purgatory;
They offer masses, light candles,
And place flowers on cemetery.
They visit tombs of orphans, friends,
And hear Requiem masses this day;
They give alms, singing hymns for dead,
Pleading for God's mercy and pray.
No soul is sinless on dying;
The soul must be freed off all sins;
The venial sins forgotten need
To be dumped in Purgatory's bins!
We ought to pray for all the dead,
Our kith and kin and strangers too;
The dead cannot do more penance,
And earn the grace of God on own!
November is the month to pray
To God to grant eternal rest,
For all awaiting Judgment's Day,
And help them pass the final Test!
Let light perpetual shine on souls
In Purgatory, where they are cleansed;
Pardon them Lord and release them;
Permit them to enter Heaven!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-11-12
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Why Death Comes?
There is a place after life;
There is a home after death;
There is a life after life on earth,
And that is the Abode of God
Called Heaven!
It’s a place of joy alone;
It’s a place devoid of sorrows;
It’s a place that’s free from pain and sin;
It’s a place that’s very pure;
It’s a place where sufferings are unknown;
It’s a place of everlasting joy;
It’s a place of commune with God-
Eternity is its name!
Death gives rest to souls that depart;
Death gives reprieve from earthly woes;
Death is the only way to God’s Abode;
Death heralds the resurrection of souls!
When death comes, why should we fear?
Death is the one way to Heaven;
But when it comes, our soul must be prepared,
And if that is done, why bother?
Miracles can be wrought by God;
Prayers can bring miracles through;
Yet, a sea of fervent appeals from souls,
May not keep back a single soul
For a time longer than
What God has pre-destined!
Because, God knows each heart;
God knows each soul;
God knows our sufferings,
And the ideal time to deliver
All.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-2-2005
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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Hymn 89
Youth and judgment.
Eccl. 11:9.
Ye sons of Adam, vain and young,
Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue,
Taste the delights your souls desire,
And give a loose to all your fire;
Pursue the pleasures you design,
And cheer your hearts with songs and wine;
Enjoy the day of mirth, but know
There is a day of judgment too.
God from on high beholds your thoughts,
His book records your secret faults;
The works of darkness you have done
Must all appear before the sun.
The vengeance to your follies due
Should strike your hearts with terror through:
How will you stand before his face,
Or answer for his injured grace?
Almighty God! turn off their eyes
From these alluring vanities;
And let the thunder of thy word
Awake their souls to fear the Lord.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Dont Look To The Eyes Of A Stranger
(harris)
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look trough the eyes of a fool
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Somebodys watching when the light goes down
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look trough the eyes of a fool
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Somebodys watching when the night comes down
Feel someones watching you
You gotta get away
Is it the first time
Youve ever felt this scared
Feel the adrenaline pump
Your heart begins to race
Begin to run now
The sweat runs down your face
Dont know which way to turn
Youd better hide yourself
Hes getting closer now
Youd better improvise
Just hope you never reach
The point of no return
Could be the last time
You see the light of day
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look trough the eyes of a fool
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Somebodys watching when the night goes down
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look trough the eyes of a fool
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Somebodys watching when the light goes down
Dont look to, dont look to
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look through the eyes of a fool
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Somebodys watching when the light goes down
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XXXV)
You mean to say you are more just
Than Almighty God who is first?
There is no advantage, you say
In being sinless, any day!
I can reply you and your friends;
Behold the skies that seem sans ends;
Look at the heavens higher up;
Don’t sins give God a bitter cup?
How do your sins injure the Lord?
Although many, can they hurt God?
By righteousness, how do we serve?
Does it add to our earthly verve?
Our wickedness affects just men,
And justice, only fellowmen;
In oppression, men cry to God;
When they want help, they seek the Lord.
Men ask, ‘Where’s God, most divine,
Who made man wiser than beasts’ fine? ’
Though thus, they cry to God with pride,
The Maker takes not wicked’s side.
To say that God does not then hear,
Or notices the man so dear,
Is vanity of extreme kind:
Which God does not bother or mind!
Though man isn’t able to see God,
His case will come before the Lord;
Should man not wait for fear of rod?
To do things otherwise, looks odd!
God punishes such souls on earth;
He cares not what happens since birth;
The words of Job are purposeless;
He rambles speech that’s so aimless.
poem by John Celes
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Stars have eyes! !
Stars have eyes
Did anyone ever see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars full of soul
Look any longer they take control
Did anyone ever see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars behold the sight
Look any longer and glide free like a kite
Did anyone see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars oh what a smile
Look any longer they’ll lite your darkness for a mile
Did anyone see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars share the love
Look any longer you know it comes from above
Well now you’ve seen the eyes on stars
Shared the beautiful soul amazed by their wonder
Enchanted by the smile
And overwhelmed by the love
But look any longer you will see the pain
The pain on the eyes of stars
Never to be concealed by the rain
The eyes on stars cry
Never to be wiped dry
The eyes on stars cry
The eyes on stars cry blood tears
Permanently there reminding of fears
The eyes on stars cry
The eyes on stars cry
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes cry
They cry blood
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes smile
Stars have eyes
Stars eyes.
Lerato Ladyfair Shuping
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Heavenly Flight
Born again into the heaven's free
With my love and only love
Listlessly laying on the clouds with she
In heavenly sky, in heaven above
A paradise for her a paradise for me
Dressed in silvery raiment we both do stare
Into our heavenly eyes
And our souls we share
Our endless love, like endless skies
In the midst of heaven's care
Free as the music of earthly man
We play our songs with no end
Where love is from and love began
We sing music to each other like angels send
Love to one because love we can
Born again born with thee
Our souls do take heavenly flight
Into a heaven, where we can be
Both light, dark, and twilight
Overlooking our home, our vast sea
Beauty and heaven and what's truly free
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Forgive, as we hope to be forgiven
Kind Father of the human race,
From whom we come, in whom we live,
Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
And when Thou hearest, O! forgive.
We know there's much to be forgiven-
Our meaner thoughts of earthly birth;
We know we cannot hope for heaven
In these inferior realms of earth.
And yet of heaven we have a taste,
Of brighter blessing from above,
When over our mean earthly waste
There beams Heaven's radiant light of love.
poem by John Bowring
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Snake Eye
You paint a picture
So its plain to see
Aint no hiding
No security
Ill be watching
Every move you make
When you hear the rattle
Better be awake
Chorus:
Snake eyes, Im watching
Snake eyes, look out
Snake eyes, its coming
Snake eyes, aint no escaping from the snake eye
(no way)
You leave a footprint
For my eye to see
Catch an echo
From a lock and key
From the shadow
Or behind a rock
Get you anywhere
From the darkest shack
Chorus
Hear a rustle
From behind a tree
Get you running
Home to sanctuary
Bolt the door and -
You think youre safe
Im coming to get you
Gonna reach out (? ? ? )
Chorus
Got the snake eyes, they call me a snake in the bush
Snake eyes, biting
Snake eyes, always watching
Snake eyes
Aint no escaping from the -
Just keep a lookout for the -
Snake eye
song performed by by AC-DC
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Sonnet: The Road to Heaven is Quite Easy for the Righteous!
The righteous souls have God as friend and guide;
He clears the hurdles coming on their way;
There is no fear for them with God beside;
Much skillfully, He holds devils at bay.
Faith drives the upright souls towards Heaven;
Their eyes discern the dangers lurking them;
They do their duty in time God-given;
God will reward them with His diadem.
God helps them reach their destination right;
There is no turning back when God directs;
God is the beckoning force and divine light;
Man’s earthly whims and fancies, God rejects.
Their road to Heaven isn’t so difficult;
The grace of God becomes their catapult!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-1-2006
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The Poor Children
Take heed of this small child of earth;
He is great; he hath in him God most high.
Children before their fleshly birth
Are lights alive in the blue sky.
In our light bitter world of wrong
They come; God gives us them awhile.
His speech is in their stammering tongue,
And his forgiveness in their smile.
Their sweet light rests upon our eyes.
Alas! their right to joy is plain.
If they are hungry Paradise
Weeps, and, if cold, Heaven thrills with pain.
The want that saps their sinless flower
Speaks judgment on sin's ministers.
Man holds an angel in his power.
Ah! deep in Heaven what thunder stirs,
When God seeks out these tender things
Whom in the shadow where we sleep
He sends us clothed about with wings,
And finds them ragged babes that weep!
poem by Victor Hugo
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The Forgotten Ones
The hopelessness that weighs heavy-
On the soul
Tears that fall from sunken eyes
Bearing witness to the hunger and disease
To the pain and the death
Of both the young and the old
Frail, fragile arms
Reach out from a lonely forsaken land
Where a true blessing would be
Clean water to quench their thirst
Where too many are suffering
And too few are willing
To lend a helping hand
In poverty and sickness,
The weak and starving lie
Trapped in a place
Where it's a struggle to live
And much too easy to die
Without a voice
To call for help
Given no choice
For what they've been dealt
Desperate prayers sent up from
A dark, cruel world
Words that are meant from the heart
For the mercy of the Lord
Wails from a broken body
Where death eagerly awaits
Swinging his sharp sword
A baby's painful cry
Haunts its Mother
In the agony of her last goodbye
Her dying child staring up at her
A gaze without innocence or trust
Only fearful and betrayed eyes
Existing in such endless, utter despair
Beneath the unrelenting, scorching sun
I can hear the pleas of these poor,
Precious souls
They are the Forgotten ones
poem by Erika Wingo
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Song Of My Love
As the rains come and the winds blow
so the days go and the years flow.
The crash of waves the thundering skies
so my love goes on that never dies.
Before the Alfa and Omega
the beginning or the end.
Our love, was written in the stars
beyond time - transcending life and death.
Brighter than the shapes of night
supernovae pale beside that light
It was written in the stars.
I should write you love letters
to stir the heart of a woman
to make the fair maiden weep.
To be sung from the highest citadel
as I prey there beneath your feet.
A quest through time for your soul did I seek.
Life before you seeped with countless agonies
when I walked in the fires of hell,
a salve was your love it was ecstasy
left me breathless, cradled in love now I swell.
My heart so full so heavy it pains
defined in expressing this love that it claims.
Sharpest pain and sweetest pleasure
I shall love you my darling forever
through countless ages together.
Beyond time beyond life beyond death.
It was written in the stars.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet: Which Man?
Which man is perfect who is born on earth?
Which man is spotless who is made from clay?
Which man endlessly keeps with him his breath?
Which man can see the stars during the day?
Which man can predict when he dies one day?
Which man can forecast what will cross his way?
Which man has ticket to Heaven or pay?
Which man has wisdom more than God? You say.
Which man is denied forgiveness of sins?
Which man has no stain of sin in his heart?
Which man can look on, trying not to wince?
Which man can succeed taking with him art?
Which man can escape God’s fair Judgment-day?
Which man can reach God if he won’t obey?
6-27-2001
poem by John Celes
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