Sonnet: Just Accept God
If God is trying to make pure my soul
Through troubles fresh that crop up every day,
Why should I not with grace accept His role,
And meet the challenges that come my way?
If God is planning new ways to heal
The wounds of soul that sins leave in their wake,
Why should I not accept my new ordeal,
And suffer humbly for my own/ God’s sakes?
If God is seeking to improve my ways,
Most mysteriously, tho’ I can’t say why,
Why should I not better my earthly days,
And listen to the words from One most high?
If God does things all strangely, I must try
To accept humbly and not ask Him why!
poem by John Celes
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Not Now Of Your Choosing
You can't accept my life is mine
And that those with whom i spend my time
Are now not of your choosing.
You can't accept that different ways
And different ways of spending days
Are not now of your choosing.
You can't accept its not a war
Not like it was those times before
And no-one now is losing.
poem by David Keig
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In God’s Ways
We can know The Lord’s Ways, upon a path paved by Grace,
One that takes us to the place, where we accept God by faith,
As He lifts a veil from our face, the Truth of God we embrace,
Truth for all of the human race, revealed to us to God’s praise.
This grace takes all as they are, as fallen sinners near and far,
Right to the Cross of Calvary, where grace opens eyes to see,
Their need to embrace the Cross, as fallen men spiritually lost,
And to accept The Savior’s Love, to be cleansed in His Blood.
This is only where men start, as sinners with a change of heart,
When we believe in Christ Jesus, new direction, He gives to us,
Redirecting each heart and mind, to leave our old ways behind,
As we begin to follow Jesus Christ, in what becomes a new life.
In His Ways we learn to live, through the Spirit, God would give,
Through His Word we are lead, when with God, we move ahead,
Parting from the dark of night, we begin to live in Christ’s Light,
As we surrender to Jesus Christ, His Spirit helps us live our life.
We find God’s Ways we can trust, as our Lord takes care of us,
Sustaining us through all our days, while we live in God’s Ways,
Living our life on the narrow way, He helps us to grow each day,
As God helps us in all our ways, so we lift up to God our praise.
(Copyright ©11/2009)
Unable To Admit It
Accept your wounds and scars?
To forgive and forget the fact,
That upon me they have been afflicted?
No love that deep will I ever have,
For anyone who believes I can be left...
With tears wept to then leave me,
Grieving over 'their' pain and anguish.
Accept your wounds and scars?
To forgive and forget the fact,
That upon me they have been afflicted?
What makes you think to you I am addicted?
What has you convinced,
A relationship with you makes sense?
I've long been healed from your abuses.
Accept your wounds and scars,
To leave imprinted on my mind when you please?
You just don't get it do you?
When I said I loved you...
Nothing in that confession shared,
Said anything about abandoning the love I have for myself.
You are the fool unable to admit it...not me!
There is nothing about you that has stayed with me to crave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rejecting Paradise Eternity
when we consider
hardships sacrifices
of passion souls
seeking a road
to enlightenment
saving grace
allowing entrance
to heaven consider
God’s plan sacrifice
of a pure immortal
voluntary reparation
soul passion
of Christ
absorbing all sin
into his immaculate
soul
dying a perfect
soul
sin sacrifice
to absolve
all humanities
sins
then wonder
fills
conceived
conceited
knowledge
understanding
how easy
to accept
an undeserved
gift
of forgiveness
yet
how few are
prepared
to be reborn
again
accepting
Christ
remaking
truth
creation
philosophy
religion in
their own image
terms rejecting
paradise eternity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Accept my sympathy
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you
In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy
You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy
You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy
You were once abused
Possibly at times wrongly accused
Accept my sympathy
You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced, left without a buck
Accept my sympathy
You lost a fortune
Your voice can't sing a decent tune
Accept my sympathy
You lost in love or lost your job
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed
Accept my sympathy
Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses
Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to show no sympathy
Please accept my sympathy!
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sonnet: God Allows Afflictions
Afflictions come sometimes because of God,
Who wants to make ripples in our soul’s life;
And test our faithfulness to His mouth’s words,
And therefore, He gives us some kind of strife.
If sufferings keep endlessly coming,
God wants us improve our soul’s earthly state;
So, He delays giving His grace/ blessing,
As much as He can to a later date.
But God’s aware of every Goodman’s plight;
He watches every second, his foot/step;
Repent for sins and make your soul aright;
And God will soon give you the needed ‘pep’.
Nothing is big for the Almighty God;
He thinks a lot before He gives His rod.
6-23-2001
poem by John Celes
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Sympathy In End
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you
In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy
You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy
You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy
You were once abused
Possibly at times wrongly accused
Accept my sympathy
You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced, left without a buck
Accept my sympathy
You lost a fortune
Your voice can't sing a decent tune
Accept my sympathy
You lost in love or lost your job
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed
Accept my sympathy
Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses
Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to show no sympathy
Please accept my sympathy! By SARTHAK DAS
poem by Sarthak Das
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Evolving Lies
Things which are set, do not evolve, this, my friend, is my resolve,
Holding fast to The Lord God, Who, reigns above this earthly sod,
Trusting in God's Eternal Word, not just suggestions to be inferred,
But Truth from the mouth of The Lord, Truth that cannot be ignored.
From mortal man's evolving thought, many deceptions are wrought,
Changing words, spoken by, The Eternal God, Who reigns on High,
High above this temporal earth, Whose Words are of Eternal Worth,
As they show disdain and reproof, for those who hold Eternal Truth.
Our ways aren't progressive at all, with beliefs too narrow and small,
To accept post-modern thought, in embracing their changes sought,
Changes sought by the liberal mind, as they leave all morals behind,
God's unchanging moral law, which causes liberals to falter and fall.
Falling because of darkened hearts, so from The Lord man departs,
Creating for men an amoral state, wanting all to progressively relate,
Changing ways that can't change, for God above remains the same,
An unchanging God in all His ways, Who is defied in the latter days.
God's Word, that does not change, to liberal minds may be strange,
But, His Word, that in stone was cast, throughout all eternity will last,
As man's thoughts will fade away, God's Words, shall eternally stay,
Being the only words of any stability, in a culture of amoral liberality.
(Copyright ©08/2012)
Accept It
Life is hard.
Accept it.
Momentary pleasures
Come and go…
Accept it.
Death evades you
When you need it the most.
Accept it.
Thoughts of death
Come and go…
Accept it.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I Was There Myself
I wish I could find the right words to say,
Why your mind and my time...
Are not going to be close friends.
I wish I could say this to you,
Without you becoming upset.
I am a lot older in many ways.
And in those ways you do not respect.
My tolerance you accept,
As an approval of your nonsense.
I am just more patient.
And have more than you will ever know.
My willingness to listen,
To your petty conversations...
Is a hope you will comprehend,
Just how small you make that world you live in.
My suggestions that you live and let live,
With a letting go...
Comes from experience.
Not because I believe there is so much I know.
Your mind is limited and fixed in stubbornness.
Then to me you complain,
About your attempts to convince...
With an acknowledgement foreign to common sense.
And to learn one has to listen.
But your issues and insecurities,
Are excuses you use as a defense.
I was there myself!
That is why you are so obvious.
I wish I could find the right words to say,
Why your mind and my time...
Are not going to be close friends.
I wish I could say this to you,
Without you becoming upset.
I am a lot older in many ways.
And in those ways you do not respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accept Me
Heres something you must know
Im so misunderstood
I am a special girl
Living in my special world
You know you cant change me
Rather you gotta see me for me boy
Im doing the best I can
Try to understand
Chorus:
Accept me for who I am
No woman can take my place baby
Im doing the best I can
So please dont give up on me
Accept me for who I am
Just try and understand
cause thats the way it is, babe
You are my soul, unique
My dream thats come to me
You know I cant change you
But then again, I dont want to
You seem to understand
When I say I need a loving hand
(something something something)
(something something something)
My dream who only loves me for me.
Repeat chorus
I try to make you see
Just what you do to me
I go crazy when I hear your voice or see your smile
Ooh, you dont know what you do to me
You make me wanna never have another
Easy to mind
Accept me for
Accept me for
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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The Fact Is, In The World Of Lies, Life Is Fair
accept the fact that sometimes we say things
that we do not mean, that sometimes we burst in anger
and we hurt and then we apologize that we do not really mean to hurt
sometimes we show feelings too that we do not really want to express.
sometime we say 'i love you' and yet we are just compelled to do so
someone is dying and he needs you badly at the end of her day.
sometimes, accept the fact, that time strains us and we become
the liars, the hypocrites, the fraud, and the swindler.
and most of all, we keep it for a time, making some stares straight in the eye.
accept this fact, we are humans and in some harsh times
we decide, to survive, at all costs, no matter what.
now, we shall talk, and you shall listen and i shall write about the truth
of this fact. we are us conjoined twins in the art of deception.
lie to me as i lie to you and then we accept this fact: life is fair.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do not accept
Do not accept life in a changed country
it’s far better to linger in distant days,
to stuck to the old ways
where respect, dignity and integrity
did not blossom from
the barrel of a gun
when there was peace for everyone
and refuse to surrender
to robbers who invade
your home, you privacy,
to hijackers who take your car,
maybe your life,
to alien foreigners
who stream in from all over Africa.
[Reference: Do Not Accept by Yehuda Amichai.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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You Silence
i would like to believe
in your silence you preach it
between us
sometimes i think it must
be your nature
born to it and shall die with it
you are promising
in your life's career but
there is this silence that i
cannot understand
what for? so we may listen?
we have been trying to listen?
but you do not find
value in the use of words or
even symbols
i accept you brother,
there must be reasons of your heart
that our hearts do not know
i agree with you brother
in silence perhaps there is a cure
for this disease
whatever that is
i make a promise
we love you and we accept
whatever you are
wherever you are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Cute Gift for an Unknown Angel
don't have much to give you
in the way of material things.
But then, I have never been a material person...
so it wouldn't matter much anyway.
I do have something to give you, though...
and I hope you accept this gift with joy.
I have chosen not to wrap it...
I want it to be presented to you
as pristine as can be.
And anyway, decorations or wrappings would
certainly ruin the effect.
And so it is... that I stand before you...
With a huge smile after cleaning the mirror of my mind with the care you reflect.
I profess the pure untainted love of yours, which my heart can gradually detect.
I humbly ask for your attention, which gives me strength.
fully aware of my painful past, I want you to understand my future.
You dispel the darkness of my Evil thoughts.
Your physique is beautiful, it's golden, that accompanies a thunder of your dimple smile.
Close your eyes, accept this gift.
It's my heart, a loving heart to win your life.
poem by Nikhil Chandwani
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Why do people behave in the ways, they do? (A prose poem)
I cannot understand
why most people behave
in the ways they do at present?
I certainly cannot accept
their logic, reasons, excuses
for doing so, all the time!
But I know that all can
well, certainly behave better,
and still derive pleasure
in life on earth, nevertheless:
Yet, keeping God’s tenets
flawlessly, at the same time.
For,
Words, both good and bad
come out of the same heart
of man by similar efforts;
Deeds, both good and evil
need the same energy and plan
for their execution.
So,
Why can’t people speak and do
the better things in life,
in better ways,
as per their conscience,
even if they cannot
believe in God
or in a superior power
that made us all?
The result is that
one can live naturally,
by free will and yet,
serve the unknown
Lord of the mighty universe,
whether you accept
the truth or not.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 03-11-11
poem by John Celes
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Why Can't We Accept This
Let's raise our conscious levels up,
From dusty covered ruts.
Why can't we accept,
Times lived..
Have gone bye-bye!
To leave behind those tears,
Dripping from red eyes.
Why can't we accept this.
To forgive and forget!
And,
Why can't we accept...
A happiness without regrets.
Why can't we accept...
A happiness without regrets.
Why can't we accept this,
To forgive and forget!
Why can't we accept,
Times lived..
Have gone bye-bye!
To leave behind those tears,
Dripping from red eyes.
Why can't we accept this,
To forgive and forget!
And,
Why can't we accept...
A happiness without regrets.
Why can't we accept this...
And dry those tears we cry.
Why can't we accept,
Times lived..
Have gone bye-bye!
Why can't we accept this,
To forgive and forget!
And,
Why can't we accept...
A happiness without regrets.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so disconnected.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so,
Misdirected.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so disconnected.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so misdirected.
Does heightened violence increase peace?
Where has that been shown effective.
When a violence from one leaves,
People then feel free to breathe.
Does heightened violence increase peace?
Where has that been shown effective.
When a violence from one leaves,
People then feel free to breathe.
Why are we so misdirected.
Nobody feels free to breathe.
Why are we so misdirected.
Nobody feels free to breathe.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so disconnected.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so misdirected.
Why can't we accept this.
Why can't we accept it...
We have been so disconnected.
And misdirected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And now let me address all of you, high and low, rich and poor, one with another, to accept of mercy and grace while it is offered to you; Now is the accepted time, now is the day of salvation; and will you not accept it, now it is offered unto you?
quote by George Whitefield
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My Reply
got your letter and the poetry you sent me
postmarked in december of last year
i really hope you're doing better
all your friends close by your side
one step closer to recovery
i wish there was something i could say
to erase each and every page
you've been through
even though its not my place to save you
i appreciate but cant accept this thank you note
thats sealed with your last breath
and i won't stand aside
and listen to you give up
if you'll just hold on for one more second
just hold on to what you have
just hold on/ just hold on
if you'll just hold on for one more second
just hold on to what you have
just hold on/ just hold on
these arms remain stretched out to you
maybe someday you'll accept them
maybe its too late to save a young girls heart that slowly stopped beating
(maybe)
wake up wake up you've gotta believe
wake up wake up
you cant give up time keeps going on without us
long after we're dead and gone
i wish there was something i could say
to erase each and every page
you've been through
even though its not my place to save you
i appreciate but cant accept this thank you note
thats sealed with your last breath
and i won't stand aside
and listen to you give up
if you'll just hold on for one more second
just hold on to what you have
just hold on/ just hold on
if you'll just hold on for one more second
just hold on to what you have
just hold on/ just hold on
song performed by by Ataris
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Matins, Or Morning Prayer
When with the virgin morning thou dost rise,
Crossing thyself come thus to sacrifice;
First wash thy heart in innocence; then bring
Pure hands, pure habits, pure, pure every thing.
Next to the altar humbly kneel, and thence
Give up thy soul in clouds of frankincense.
Thy golden censers fill'd with odours sweet
Shall make thy actions with their ends to meet.
poem by Robert Herrick
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