Sonnet: The Accursed
Accursed are those who play with innocent lives;
Accursed are those who bring ruin on earth;
Accursed are those by whom progress nose-dives;
Accursed are those who cut life’s-thread and breath.
Accursed are those who bring the country down;
Accursed are those betraying motherland;
Accursed are those who kith and kin disown;
Accursed are those who have a traitor’s hand.
Accursed are the unpatriotic souls;
Accursed are bureaucrats who are corrupt;
Accursed are those who use/ misuse loopholes;
Accursed are those who good things interrupt.
Accursed are persons who don’t love their land;
Accursed are those men who need reprimand.
6-18-2001
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: On Pornography
Accursed are eyes that see the naked scenes
Of man, woman, child in erotic ways-
The sin of pornography isn’t in genes:
The mind perverted wastes its precious days!
For, God had made the body too, sacred,
And sanctified the sexual act of men;
And adultery can’t stain the nuptial bed,
And show the red-lit world of whore-women.
Accursed are souls whose pleasures come from acts-
Unnatural and beastly, inhuman;
Such devilish joys, God’s punishment attracts,
And ceases man to be a decent man!
Shun pornography that inflicts wounds great,
In hearts and minds of souls, one cannot treat.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-6-2008
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Accursed be he that first invented war.
quote by Christopher Marlowe
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We had discovered an accursed country. We had found the Home of the Blizzard.
quote by Douglas Mawson
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The mad, cruel, and accursed American war.
quote by Lord George Gordon
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a priest is God’s blessed messenger
and must glorify God
or be accursed
quote by by John Celes
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Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
quote by William Butler Yeats
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O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
Reuben's Children
Accursed from their birth they be
Who seek to find monogamy,
Pursuing it from bed to bed-
I think they would be better dead.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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May the same Almighty Goodness banish the accursed monster, war, from all lands, with her hated associates, rapine and insatiable ambition!
quote by Daniel Boone
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This and many others only confirmed me in the opinion, planted when I saw the sale of Martha Ann, and growing steadily thereafter, that slavery was an accursed business, and that the sooner my people were relieved of it, the better.
quote by John Sergeant Wise
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R.i.p.
Dark, crippled Rose
Whose blighted spring
Which no-one chose
Caused suffering
My blinded heart
Would follow you
Tore me apart
Compassion due
Till I at last
Would rather die
Than be accursed
To hear you cry
Chose to be free
And broke away
Believed in me
And another day.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup
A crazy man that found a cup,
When all but dead of thirst,
Hardly dared to wet his mouth
Imagining, moon-accursed,
That another mouthful
And his beating heart would burst.
October last I found it too
But found it dry as bone,
And for that reason am I crazed
And my sleep is gone.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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O' Death
O' Death, why have you taken everything I loved,
O' Death, why do you keep taking my friends.
O' Death, why do you always stand at my side,
O' Death, why don't you release me when angels are calling me to heaven,
O' Death, why do you always leave me behind.
O' Death, can't you take me away from this accursed place,
O' Death, you don't hold any fear for me,
O' Death, you have seemed to be stalking me all life,
O' Death, I have grown so old yet you still spare me,
O' Death, can't you take me to the land of eternal peace.
poem by Christopher Tye
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You are not just a city.
You are not just a city,
You are more than that,
Much, much more,
For you are the very heart of God.
Let no one say you are just a city,
Let them that do be accursed,
You are more than that,
You are the brightest jewel in His crown.
Jerusalem, eternal and holy,
Not just a city,
The throne room is what you are,
From you He will reign.
Not just a city,
You are the very heart,
A bright shining star,
Yerushilim, this is what you are.
poem by Steven Reeve
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The Wise Brothers
FIRST VOICE
So long adrift, so fast aground,
What foam and ruin have we found—
We, the Wise Brothers?
Could heaven and earth be framed amiss,
That we should land in fine like this—
We, and no others?
SECOND VOICE
Convoyed by what accursèd thing
Made we this evil reckoning—
We, the Wise Brothers?
And if the failure be complete,
Why look we forward from defeat—
We, and what others?
THIRD VOICE
Blown far from harbors once in sight,
May we not, going far, go right,—
We, the Wise Brothers?
Companioned by the whirling spheres,
Have we no more than what appears—
We, and all others?
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Sonnet: The World I See Today
The few good people I’d known appear changed;
The evil-doers seem to have increased;
The few sane people I’d known look deranged;
Most healthy ones are totally diseased!
The world I saw in childhood was so good;
The world I see today is pretty bad;
Polluted are the air, water and food;
To leave this treacherous world, I would be glad!
This earth was good when God made it at first;
Man’s selfishness has wrought ruin on it;
Man’s sinfulness has turned him one accursed;
So many souls are heading for the ‘Pit’.
But God had planned the redemption of man,
Through Jesus Christ, within our earthly span!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-17-2006
poem by John Celes
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Inalienable right.
All hail to ale, good honest ale
the comforter when all else fails.
The lack of ale makes stout hearts fail.
Attempts to ban it doomed to fail.
When things are looking at their worst.
A man has need to quench his thirst
Ale is what men think of first
A man would truly be accursed.
Should he attempt to interfere
between a thirsty man and beer.
There is no doubt its very clear.
Without ale life would be too drear.
It is a right for which I’d fight.
Ripe nappy ale is my delight.
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Sonnet- The Lazy Master
But who will bell the Cat, a nasty Cat;
Who's blind to reason, logic and fairness?
Who devours mice but will not touch the rat;
And blames others for his own carelessness.
And who can waste his lungs on ears so deaf?
That cannot hear throughout the hearing range?
For doing nothing, he is Master-Chef;
The food he serves is tasteless, bland and strange!
Yet, world praises such people to the skies;
Who spend their hours in office lazily;
Such men manage to maintain their white lies,
Doing nothing, retiring happily.
Accursed then be such Bureaucrats,0 God;
Inhuman men, who're fit to be mere clod.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Introspection
What right have I to tempt a soul to sin?
What right have I to show bad example?
What right have I to make soul sin's waste-bin?
What right have I to offer Eve's Apple?
How can I do the work, the devil does?
How can I mislead others into sin?
How can I help one sin and to God curse?
How can I Satan's friendship, favours win?
Accursed be me, the wrath of God shall come;
Atone, let me before His Rod gets raised;
Renounce, let me, the devil, not stay dumb;
Confess, let me my sins; Let God be praised.
For devils can't give me my Salvation;
Let me live life in Christ's imitation.
poem by John Celes
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To Japan
SIMPLE You were, and good. No kindlier heart
Beat than the heart within your gentle breast.
Labour You had, and happiness, and rest,
And were the maid of nations. Now You start
To feverish life, feeling the poisonous smart
Upon your lips of harlot lips close-pressed,
The lips of Her who stands among the rest
With greasy righteous soul and rotten heart.
O sunrise land, O land of gentleness,
What madness drives you to lust's hateful bed?
O thrice-accursèd England, wretchedness
For ever be on you, of whom 'tis said,
Prostitute plague-struck, that you catch and kiss
Innocent lives to make them foully dead!
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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