Sonnet: Purify My Soul, O God
I ought to have been more careful long back,
Avoiding sins I needn’t have committed;
I want to curse myself for being slack,
I wish more good deeds I had credited.
God knows my weaknesses, my every thought;
His heart is full of mercy for earthlings;
In devils’ web, I always remained caught;
I’ve grown in wisdom from my short-comings.
O God, give me the time and chances to,
Make up for all the misdeeds of my past;
My sinful castles in the air- undo!
And purify my heart ‘fore I breathe last.
Oh, make my soul alright for Thee to dwell;
And never take me anywhere near Hell.
6-10-2001
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: The Human Soul
Unseen, the soul of a man lies within,
Like the mighty hands that created him;
The Maker expecting it back sans sins,
Had filled the human skull with brain to brim.
On returning, the Soul’s state must be pure,
Or else, it shall not enter Heaven’s gate;
Its venial sins Purgatory will cure;
But mortal sins get it the Hellish fate.
So, lose your limb or eye if cause of sin;
To the lame or blind, God would give Heaven;
The sinful body, leads thee to hell’s door;
And wholesome yet, to the Inferno’s core.
Taint not by thyself with sinful ways/ misdeeds;
Grown not in the soul, saplings of sinful weeds.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Soul-wise Advice
Cut off the thought, O man, if bad for thee!
Thine soul is more important than body;
Cut off the branches, vicious trunk wholly;
How long can sin give joy just like toddy?
Cut of the sinful habits haunting thee;
They devastate thine life on earth and soul;
Cut off their roots and all of them fully;
They sprout to cause havoc just like the ‘mole’.
Avoid the environs that promote sin;
Indulge in holy thoughts and do good deeds;
Empty thy heart and soul’s sinful bin;
And raise good crops for sowing virtue’s seeds.
Renounce the devils or you land in Hell;
Trust in the Lord and all things will be well.
5-25-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Sonnet: God Saves the Righteous Souls
A Righteous man turned one day somewhat bad!
‘His troubles came ’cause he was good, ’ he thought;
More money came, he was now not so sad;
Immersed in worldly things, he God forgot.
For quite some time, his life seemed fine but still,
He felt dissatisfied in mind and heart;
He thought of God one day, when he grew ill,
And thanked Him when he regained health in part.
God helped the man turn upright once again!
His woes came back but faith kept him steadfast;
The upper hand, the devil could not gain;
The man atoned for all his sins of past.
God cannot bear one good soul go to Hell;
He purifies the soul to sooner dwell.
6-18-2001
poem by John Celes
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If God loves you, you’re saved
If sinful, joyous paths, you undertake;
You cannot go far as God watches you;
If God forbids, such journeys, you can't make;
He gives men freedom; punishments also.
God knows man errs so often by nature;
His pangs of sinful passions, desires;
And does these things if mature, immature;
While devils tempt; man slips into mires.
But not for long as God pulls him afree;
His guilt and conscience make him to repent;
Atonement makes his soul pure, again free;
To make up for misdeeds, now man gets bent.
The love of God for man's soul is so great;
That devils cannot sow discord or hate.
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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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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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.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Change now for your soul’s good!
Oh how time flies and how most things can change!
The ones we thought were small, appear grown up!
Everything is so different and in range;
Gone are the days together, we did sup.
The heart of man too changes with the tide;
When ‘tis for worse, then man becomes unwise;
More so when he in God does not abide;
And soul is steeped in sins, misdeeds and vice!
Alas! How longer can you live in sin?
Hell is a place from which there’s no return!
And if we can’t over the devil win;
Forev’r with him in hell, we must then burn!
Our life on Earth is for Heaven but meant;
Now is the time to think aright, repent!
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Second Chances
Every time we do something wrong,
we wish we could have a second chance,
to try to make it right.
In most cases a second chance won’t do,
because what is done is unrepairable.
In love, we can cry all night,
for breaking someone’s heart,
but tears in the pillow will not undo,
the hurting that they do,
and there are no second chances there.
The old saying of look before you leap,
is a good rule to follow,
because in your life,
you do not get second chances,
to undo the hurt that you do.
poem by David Harris
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Desire
Last night I took a turn I never should
I knew nothing good could come of this
Morning's come now and the smoke has cleared
How did I get here from a single kiss
I can't undo what's been done
When the web's already spun
I got caught up in desire
No matter what I say
I can't make it go away
The trouble's just begun
Can't undo what's been done
When I get home there will be hell to pay
I wish there was a way to ease the pain
In a heartbeat I could lose it all
Then my tears would fall, fall like pouring rain
I can't undo what's been done
When the web's already spun
I got caught up in desire
No matter what I say
I can't make it go away
The trouble's just begun
Can't undo what's been done
I can't undo what's been done
When the web's already spun
I got caught up in desire
No matter what I say
I can't make it go away
The trouble's just begun
Can't undo what's been done
No I can't undo what's been done
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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Sonnet: My Wealth- Poetry
The wealth that God has given me is one!
One in a million earthlings may possess;
A gift that few dream of under the sun;
In such short time, He has given excess.
Maybe, the wealth is not in silver/ gold;
Immeasurable, priceless and unsurpassed;
In centuries, it cannot become old;
And God gave it though I had never asked.
This wealth will do miracles on readers;
Good deeds will happen ev’n after I die;
It will produce good men and good leaders,
And help earthlings to shun evil/ defy!
God will reward me in Heaven again;
On earth, temptations will be on the wane!
10-20-2001
poem by John Celes
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There’s Light at Life’s Tunnel’s Other End!
There’s Light at Life’s Tunnel’s Other End!
When I entered Life’s tunnel sometime back,
It was a totally new experience!
Sometimes, we’re shoved into this by others;
At times, we enter it all by ourselves;
Sometimes, the adverse environs force us;
At times, God allows such a trial-test;
The devils too happily see us thus!
This journey, we must make it with success.
It was filled with darkness, coldness, solitude,
Without a ray of hope-light from outside;
I groped my way for weeks and years on end;
I found the tunnel almost ne’er –ending!
Despair had filled my mind and heart often;
At times, I thought I must live like the rest-
A sinful life, without the fear of God!
At times, I thought I must back off / return;
The odds were pitted heavily ‘gainst me!
My conscience advised me to carry on;
Life’s trials, tribulations come to all;
In life, none can escape adversity;
Life’s challenges we earthlings face somehow;
Cowards only avoid realities!
I continued to be always upright;
I had to keep my good principles too;
I cried to God and pleaded many times;
Hopelessness filled my heart on many days;
But I did not veer from my righteous path;
Problems and strife do come to all earthlings;
Perhaps, they chose a few pre-destined ones!
The God who made me with love like others,
Would not forsake me anytime in life;
He made me specially for role unique;
He won’t neglect or ignore any soul;
I put my trust in God and walked ahead.
The tunnel was much longer than I thought;
I trudged my way without help from others;
I scarcely walked and never could I run;
God was my only Friend in times of need;
He made me feel that everything will end.
Our transient life has joys and woes chain-like:
There was light surely at the tunnel’s end!
It took a longer time for me, of course!
And when I saw the light at last stream in,
The joy I felt was indescribable;
The light was brighter than I expected,
Remaining so for the rest of my life!
God made it possible in turbulent days
To live without succumbing to devils;
And soon my days of woes were almost gone;
God showed a land of ‘milk and honey’ fast,
And here I live with dignity and pride;
I thank my God for all His help/ Mercy.
He was the one who stood by me in strife;
He was the one who lifted me in falls;
He was the one who consoled me when ill;
He was the one who gave me company;
He was the one who changed my dismal world;
He was the one who put my foes to shame;
He was the one who gave me victory.
He was the one who gave me strength of mind;
He was the one who walked ahead of me;
He was the one who helped carry my cross;
He was the one who forgave all my sins;
He was the one who instilled hopes anew;
He was the one who guided / counseled me;
He was the one who had loved me truly!
He was the one who energized my frame;
He was the one who opened my eyes wide;
He was the one who helped me smell dangers;
He was the one who loved me more than men;
He was the one who cared for me so well.
Sometimes in life, we do enter tunnels,
Of variable lengths and sizes, shapes, pitch-dark;
How long we have to walk in it none know;
No one can tell if we can reach the end.
But, there is light certainly at the end;
We must make it with patience, will-power;
And once we reach it, there ends our troubles;
The world will change most miraculously;
No more can devils tempt us with success;
We cannot commit mortal sins again.
The Lord has been with us through all our strife,
And showed the path of cross to Calvary;
For that’s the way we ought to live on earth;
And that’s the way we must enter Heaven.
God has ear-marked a time/ season for things;
We must await it without losing hope;
Our faith will give us surely victory;
And Heaven too to all His righteous souls!
God’s most beloved of creatures is man!
God has a plan even before our birth;
He knows our heart even before we’re made;
He watches us sleepless both night and day;
He feels so sad when we too face troubles;
But He will never close His eyes or turn,
Even for a fraction of a moment.
He knows too well the devils’ wily ways,
And cannot permit one more soul to hell!
The price of sins of all mankind was paid,
By death on cross of Jesus Christ, God’s son,
Who was begotten and on earth born man:
God’s love transformed into a human frame!
What greater love can Maker have for man?
God gave His only son’s life to save us.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-12-2006
poem by John Celes
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A Poet’s Love
My heart is one and only one:
A furnace full of love, my own;
Despite my giving it wholesome,
It grows and tries to more blossom!
My heart has grown in size some way;
O’er-filled with love, begins to sway;
My Maker kind did full it fill,
So that I could give love at will.
A poet loves Nature so well,
In which God does always much dwell;
Almighty God, He is my Friend;
I shall love Him until my end.
My heart is one- belongs to God;
I long to live in good accord;
As men are selfish to the core,
My heart to God, I owe much more.
The things all that we do on earth
Are mainly ones which give less mirth;
It seems that good men are a dearth;
I pray that heaven stays on earth!
Our life on earth is just a phase,
To keep our soul and save our face;
If you could lift your heart beyond,
You will hear well God’s call- command!
Our earthly feat is important;
With sins, our soul turns impotent;
My talent is God-giv’n a gift;
Nurture I must or go adrift.
A man cannot serve two masters;
And if he tries, he just falters;
Love God alone and love Him well,
And earthly life will turn out swell!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-26-1999
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Sonnet: Take Things as God’s Will
Let things on earth in any way happen;
Perhaps, ’Tis best when they are God-destined;
Just take it with a heart and mind open;
The short-comings, ’tis better not to mind.
Just do you mite and wait for better days;
But always put your heart and soul in it;
Dame Luck may smile on you in many ways;
Cheer up and make yourself, otherwise fit!
Whatev’r befalls, just take it as God’s Will;
Work with conscience: expect no reward;
God will see that good things will happen still;
His ones beloved will get His ‘get well card.’
There is much hope when you do things God’s way;
Success and joy will smile on you some day!
6-16-2001
poem by John Celes
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Mans Sins
GOD wants all man to make it to Heaven
While man is determined to send himself to Hell
As he will deny the law, that GOD gave us all
Then that road to heaven he will ultimately fail.
He ignores the laws that was set before us
Then he uses excuses why he did or must sin
But he cannot hide, from those deeds inside
As he will then marked before GOD and men.
He will think that he is rightous to one and all
As he will declare to all that his sins were a must
He will forget his sinful way, until judgement day
As his soul will be judged and his body will become dust.
Man thinks that all will forget the evils he has done
But in the end his deeds and acts they will all prevail
And he will be known, from the deeds that he has sewn
GOD gives out heaven, but man's determined to go to Hell.
poem by Randy McClave
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Chances Are
I was lost inside a daydream
Swimming through the saline
I looked at you and you breathed in
Well thats the way its always been
It all comes down to creating time
You dont always have to make it rhyme
Well all drive by in our hybrid lives
Chances are well make it back
I was doing time in the LA jail
My crime was living inside a failure
No matter how it dont matter now
Rest assured the rest is blurred
It all comes down to doing time
We dont always have to make it a crime
Well all drive off in our hybrid lives
Chances are well make it back
Well make it back... Well make it back
Terrence McKenna said
It is better to explore within
We were apes before we spoke of sin
The cosmos sits on the tip of a pin
It all comes down to creating time
You dont always have to make it alright
Well all drive by with our hybrid lives
Chances are... Chances are... Chances are
Well make it back... Well make it back
Well make it back... Well make it back
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Breathe
I've been driving for an hour
Just talking to the rain
You say I've been driving you crazy
And it's keeping you away
So just give me one good reason
Tell me why I should stay
'Cause I don't want to waste another moment
Saying things we never meant to say
And I take it just a little bit
I hold my breath and count to ten
I've been waiting for a chance to let you in
If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I'll know, everything is alright
Breathe every little piece of me
You'll see everything is alright
If I just breathe
Well the talks are overrated
Am I saying how you feel?
So you end up watching chances fade
And wondering what's real
And I get you just a little time
I wonder if you realize
I've been waiting 'til I see it in your eyes
If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I'll know, everything is alright
Breathe every little piece of me
You'll see everything is alright
If I just breathe
Breathe 'til I whisper in the dark
Oh can you hear me?
Do you hear me?
If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I'll know, everything is alright
Breathe every little piece of me
You'll see everything is alright
Everything is alright
If I just breathe breathe
I've been driving for an hour
Just talking to the rain
song performed by by Michelle Branch
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Sonnet: Heaven is for Pure Souls
A Turkey towel, sodden is heavy;
A sinful soul can't rise to Heav'n above;
A drowned man's lungs are air-less, watery;
The sinful soul to hell drops like a dove.
How can a glutton make his body light?
The anchor out of water is heavy;
How can man see well on a Moonless night?
To give up bad-habits is not easy.
The dust-bin’s meant to hold all littered things;
The garbage-dump has house-hold refuse spilled;
The library has books good for earthlings;
The soul of man must always be grace-filled.
Containers must contain just things aright;
Sunlight is day and darkness fills the night.
poem by John Celes
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Man Sins Without an End!
The heart of man is evil to the core;
The mind of man sinfully does some more;
The mouth of man utters words unkind, sore;
The soul of man is full of sins of yore!
For long, we’ve sinned against our Lord, our God;
For long, His patience spared us from His rod;
We’ve failed to heed or do as per His Word;
How odd that man can’t stay pure in his thought!
Our sinful habits bring us curses great;
Our suffering and strife cannot abate;
This is but our making and not just fate;
The road to heaven’s narrow; So’s the Gate!
We must agree we disobey our Lord;
We’ve failed to keep the ten Commands He gave;
When misfortune then strikes, we rant and rave;
Man alienates from His one living God!
Why do those things that will displease the Lord?
Why sin endlessly, not fearing His rod?
We heeded not to prophets sent by God;
Man’s sinfulness and habits look so odd!
Repent and reconcile for time is short!
Our sinful habits, we must now abort;
Let grace of God cleanse every human heart;
With soul all pure, we must from earth depart.
The disasters we meet, may be from God,
Perhaps reminding man of all his sins;
We must then heed to every word of His’,
So that, we may partake eternal bliss!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-10-2009
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Sonnet- A Hymn To God
0 God, forgive my youthful blunders made;
Forgive my sins of yesteryears till date;
0 let my vanity of sins past fade;
Thy Wisdom and Thy grace improve my fate.
How weary is my mind and body now?
My soul impure too craves to turn holy;
How splendid and immense has been thine love?
Thou bore for man upon a cruciate tree.
Allow my string of life to become strong,
And give me time to undo all my wrong;
Upon thy heart to rest, how much I long?
0 hear 0 God, at least my plaintive song.
How can I let my earthly life to pass,
And miss Heaven awaiting me, Alas?
poem by John Celes
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