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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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- The Devils Never Stop
Just when I feel a bit relieved at heart,
The thought to commit sin arises fast,
Assuring me of speedy joy as part,
A sense of achievement, more than in past.
Just when God has given some peace of mind;
The devils start to trouble me again;
Can I be ungrateful to God who’s kind?
To fight devils I need His grace like Rain.
The war with devils perhaps, starts from birth;
But Man must live as per his conscience;
And such is life for man on planet Earth;
And in these realms pow'rless are man and Science.
Man's soul must stay afree from all evils;
And Prayer is the weapon ’gainst devils.
poem by John Celes
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A Devil's Job
Evil is an occupation best left to the devils,
Their food is quite a craft to the devils.
Save a job that must be saved, according to some,
It is surviving everyone staffed, to the devils.
One must spare a little thought to the anxious few,
A hazard is in those who laughed, to the devils.
Your faith is coming to be solid, an impressive affair,
And kept it intact when attacked, by the devils.
Innocence is a pleasure to behold, especially when,
It commands our future as we watched the devils.
Unhappy are the affairs of men and women,
When you are redundant instead of the devils.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sonnet: God, Seal My Purified Soul!
God take away the urge to sin from me;
My body’s weary from devils’ assaults;
The devils come to tempt me frequently;
My weakened spirit leads me to more faults!
God, tell me how I can be pure of heart?
I succumb to temptations so often;
I fail to learn the devils’ wily part;
Forgive me Lord: May your anger soften!
World’s sinfulness has grown in leaps and bounds;
Just say the word and my soul shall be healed;
Protect us Lord from Satan’s frantic hounds;
Make pure my heart and let entrance be sealed!
The devils roam the world in search of souls;
The Holy Spirit thwarts their evil roles!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-19-2006
Most lovingly dedicated to Poetess Sandra Fowler,
(On this special day when she found her poesy)
as a Thanksgiving to God, Almighty.
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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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Sonnet-All Things Happen Through God
Yeah, Man can't solve all problems in his life,
And only when he can't, he thinks of God;
No man on earth needs God if not for strife;
Man thinks he can do things all, tho’ he's clod.
The devils lie that sin gives joy all life;
And men become a victim of false hope;
Man ventures forth in sinful ways so rife,
And God gives woes to check him- he can't cope!
And when his sins affect his body, mind;
The fear of death, disease, suff'rings loom high;
Man thinks of God again; So, Peace he'll find;
His soul is cleansed and no more like pig-sty.
God gives more grace to souls in contrition;
Man does more good as acts of attrition.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: God Knows Best
God told to ask and it would be given;
I do not know whatever’s good for me;
Before I ask, devils be out driven;
My body, mind should be of sins afree!
God knows my wants and so, I do not ask;
He cares for me and loves me dearly too;
But doing things to God is not a task;
So, pray we must: our duty we must do.
God does most things, much miraculously;
He knows the ideal time to tend to needs;
We must not think of things always earthly;
For Heaven’s sake, we must do more good deeds.
God knows the devils’ schemes unseen and seen;
Our Good shepherd knows where the grass is green!
poem by John Celes
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Devils Radio
Devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
I heard it in the night
Words that thoughtless speak
Like vultures swooping down below
On the devils radio
I hear it through the day
Airwaves gettin filled
With gossip broadcast to and fro
On the devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Hes in the clubs and bars
And never turns it down
Talking about what he dont know
On the devils radio
Hes in your tv set
Wont give it a rest
That soul betraying so and so
The devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
(oh yeah) gossip, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) oh yeah, (oh yeah) gossip
Its white and black like industrial waste
Pollution of the highest degree
You wonder why I dont hang out much
I wonder how you cant see
Hes in the films and songs
And on all your magazines
Its everywhere that you may go
The devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Runs thick and fast, no one really sees
Quite what bad it can do
As it shapes you into something cold
Like an eskimo igloo
Its all across our lives
Like a weed its spread
till nothing else has space to grow
The devils radio
Can creep up in the dark
Make us hide behind shades
And buzzing like a dynamo
The devils radio
(gossip) oh yeah, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) gossip, (gossip) gossip
Oh yeah, gossip I heard you on satans wireless
Gossip, oh yeah you know the devils radio, child
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
song performed by by George Harrison
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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: Heaven Is Worth the Struggle
The more the devil tempts, let me do good;
Let me tire the devil all my life;
Give me O Lord, Thy protective Gracehood;
Give me O God, Thy help in any strife.
To live on earth is Heaven’s anvil-test;
The devils hound all men by night and day;
And man by nature fails despite his best,
Attempting yet, to stay in Heaven’s way.
Man struggles hard: his reward is Heaven;
The life of Bliss for Man eternally;
The life of permanence with God for men,
Abode of God to reach most ideally!
With divine help, one’s success on earth’s sure;
With God as Guide, no devils can one lure.
6-12-2001
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: Give Me A Heart Anew, O God
Give me a heart anew, O God, I pray;
The one I have is sinful and impure;
Forgive my sins once more, Lord show my way;
Just say one word, Thy grace will heal me sure.
Give me a heart anew, let me begin,
To walk the road, the way you want me to;
Let me never commit a mortal sin;
Give in to temptations, the devils woo.
Give a heart anew, O God, once more;
I promise to keep it sin free lifetime;
Opened, you have for me another door;
Let me not fail to make my life sublime.
Give me a heart anew, O God, again;
And give thy grace to keep it off sin's stain.
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Devils Island
The light that fills my lonely cell,
Is blocked out by the key,
That locks the door to this hell,
The place they wanted me.
Times racing like the wind,
Executions near,
Oh lord, I wait for death,
And, yes, I have no fear.
I recall that night, my every breath,
And, step along the way.
Closed my eyes, walking,
As danger paved the way.
The devil, and the darkness
Let her evil wander free
And, here on devils island,
The final stop for me.
Chorus:
Devils island, devils island.
Oh, there is no escape,
The sea is full of sharks.
The tide takes you away, and
Smashes you on the rocks.
The sun is shining,
But feel not today,
Its warmth, its dying,
And fading away.
Chorus (repeat):
Devils island, [here I stay,] devils island.
Oh, hear the call,
From the grave beyond.
Oh, so pernicious,
Her soul it creates song.
As there is no man, that is
Here upon the earth,
Able to terminate our
Noisome will since birth.
The priest that reads the sermons,
Is walking next to me,
To the stake, my last request,
To have her burn with me.
But, so it did, the heavens opened,
Rain began to fall.
The final judgement came, and
Was spread before you all.
Final judgement.
Old, weak, and feeble,
But the lesson taught to me,
To stay away from evil,
She doesnt care for me.
She haunts me in my sleep,
Though I tore that page away.
And, here on devils island,
Ill always have to stay.
Chorus (repeat):
Devils island, devils island.
[devils island, devils island.]
Here I am.
Chorus (repeat [4 times]):
Devils island, devils island.
song performed by by Megadeth
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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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Sonnet: Men Collude in Sin
Some mortal sins are of convenience,
Like adultery, murder and false-witness
Between two individuals or more; hence
People commit them without harness.
The devils link the minds amongst sinners,
To sign a pact of mutual sinful ‘joy’;
And soon turn out to be real winners,
While sinful souls imagine they enjoy!
The bond grows stronger with the passing time;
The sinful habit turns now addiction;
The partners sin in almost any clime;
Until the devils bring on them affliction.
But lo! Tis late for remorse, repentance;
’Tis time for God to pronounce His sentence.
5-31-2002 by John Celes
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Devils Dice
Jesus christ was born like me in a stable
His mom and dad did all that they were able
How did they know which way hed turn
Didnt want to get their fingers burned
To take which path from right or wrong
He picked right and I picked wrong
I see myself swinging in the gentle breeze
Remembering girls and the way they teased
Mama and papa saying this I tell
We loved you boy but youre going to hell
Roll the devils dice - no second chance
Roll the devils dice - I did the dead-mans dance
I did the dead-mans dance
Ever since nine I was juvenile
Stealing from pa - did petty crime
Officer said for me no hope
The only good thing for yous a rope
Left me danging high and dry
They picked my bones and the crows took flight
I see myself swinging in the gentle breeze
Remembering girls and the way they teased
Mama and papa saying this I tell
We loved you boy but youre going to hell
Roll the devils dice - my turn to cast
Roll the devils dice - and I got the six
Roll the devils dice - all three of them
Roll the devils dice - roll the devils dice
So here I am on judgement day with angels
The lord jesus is reckoning the tables
He said I know you, didnt take you long
Been bad down there, didnt string along
You know which way the righteous choose
Gonna swing you high from the reapers noose
Roll the devils dice - no second chance
Roll the devils dice - I did the dead-mans dance
Roll the devils dice - my turn to cast
Roll the devils dice - roll the devils dice
I did the dead-mans dance
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Sonnet: Our Aim in Life
No one is impregnable against sin;
No one is destined to be a saint at birth;
Battles against temptations, we must win,
And live life less impulsively on earth.
The Soul is fortified by grace from God,
And virtues make it more impregnable;
While walking in the shadow of the Lord
Our trek to Heaven is made possible.
Repent, we must therefore for failures/ sins;
Our venial sins take us to Purgatory;
Let gaze be steady; we must never wince;
The devils know the knack of oratory.
And yet, the hand of God will safeguard us,
From temptations and any unknown curse.
6-19-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Sonnet: Woes Anew Will Come
Just when I thought my troubles were over,
Problems afresh poured like torrential rain;
I had to go to God for fresh cover;
The devils realigned themselves again!
I’m sure to win again in shorter time;
The devils cannot win the game at all;
I know the terrain where I tread and clime;
God helps me stand up if ever I fall.
My faith in God is like a mighty rock!
My tolerance to problems is quite high;
My rocket with its mother-ship will dock;
Undauntedly, I fight for success nigh.
My newer troubles will be over soon!
The experience will soon become my boon.
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The Time Of Day
All the ghosts in the schoolyard
Young rebels with no dreams
Dying of old age
At seventeen
Some blame their mothers
For this unforgiving world
Others point the finger
At the flag the wind unfurls
But I say
You are the lock you are the key
You are the master of your destiny
The devils the dude who sells poison for pay
Dont give the devil the time of day
Dont you give him the room or and inch to play
Dont give the devil the time of day
Dont give the devil the time of day
Theres a face in the mirror
You dont recognize
So you shatter the lights
cause they sting your bloodshot eyes
You walk on with a stranger
Who rolls your soul up in his wad
You place your trust in him
Like you once placed it in god
Well I say
You are the lock you are the key
You are the master of your destiny
The devils the dude who sells poison for pay
Dont give the devil the time of day
Dont you give him the room or and inch to play
Dont give the devil the time of day
Dont give the devil the time of day
Caught between the cyclone fence and a red brick wall
Yeah, you melt like chocolate in the sun
Then you see your angel walking with his high-tops on
And he hands you heaven hotter than a loaded gun
(the time of day)
Dont you give him
(the time of day)
Dont you give him
(the time of day)
You are the lock you are the key
You are the master of your destiny
The devils the dude who sells poison for pay
Dont give the devil the time of day
Dont you give him the room or and inch to play
Dont give the devil the time of day
Dont give the devil the time of day
All the ghosts in the schoolyard
Young rebels with no dreams
Dying of old age
At seventeen
Well I say
You are the lock you are the key
You are the master of your destiny
The devils the dude who sells poison for pay
Dont give the devil the time of day
Dont you give him the room or and inch to play
Dont give the devil the time of day
Dont give the devil the time of day
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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In the steps of Rumi 82: Ignorance, obstructions, devils
Ignorance? Don’t worry. It’s light..
Divine light. Frozen. Waiting for the day when -
isn’t that a little lightening on the eastern horizon?
Do you see it? Now I look, it’s definitely there..
it’s growing as I look…
this could be the beginning…
Obstructions? Don’t worry. They’re light…
Divine light. Hidden. You see them, and –
now you see them, now you take a good look at them,
suddenly you can see round them, over them, above them…
oh, they weren’t obstructions… they were
signposts, here’s a big black nothing
standing as a sentinel across the path…
Devils? Don’t worry. They’re God…
It’s God saying, how strong are you,
are you ready to see me yet, or
will the brightness be too much for you?
No problem - take your time...
invent something - ignorance, obstructions, devils -
... feel a hero to overcome it all...
I'll wait... I've all the time in the world...
They, those devils, don’t like you to know, of course –
it’s fun playing with people; but
it’s no fun knowing you are bound
finally to lose… God has to give them
a reason to work hard, to enjoy themselves… like you?
Don’t worry. It’s all light..
have a bright day…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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