Sonnet: The Thought and Act Are Very Nigh
It takes a sinful thought just split seconds,
To change into a mortal sinful act;
And sever with Heaven, man’s sacred bonds;
Renew with hell, an unholy sin’s pact.
The devil chooses man’s one weakest time,
Creating occasion for mortal sin;
And thereafter, lapses man’s life sublime;
The ‘devilized’ soul lives in sin with gin!
The sinful thought heralds the sinful act;
Such seed when sown soon sprouts into a tree;
The gardener- devil uses every tact
To coax man through and bear fruits, rotten, free;
Beware then man, the thought and act are nigh!
The soul in mortal sin, in hell shall die!
6-4-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Sonnet: Things Can Happen Fast
One move that’s false can cost a man his life;
One mortal sin can deny soul, Heaven;
One vain desire can land a man in strife;
One blunder made can land in jail some man.
Wary must be a man in earthly life,
In choosing aims and friends and things he’ll do;
Scary is life whenever comes some strife;
All evil acts attract punishments due.
One split second can change a sinful heart;
Remorse/ penance can win a soul, Heaven;
The state of soul matters when you depart;
’Tis Purgatory or Hell for sinful men!
A prudent man will always keep his soul;
To reach Heaven will be his only goal.
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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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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.
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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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Mist of Sin
The mist of mortal sin
Will blind the eyes of soul, divine
From seeing things aright
And losing sight
Of mighty God,
Creating rift
That turns a vale
Or canyon deep;
Which prayers ne’er can penetrate,
Nor grace of God shower like rain
The healing touch
That soul needs much
To reconcile
In heaven’s ways,
And continue
To tread the road
That leads to God’s abode.
The sun (Son) of God
Alone can warm
The misty (sinful) air
And frozen soul,
Dispelling harm
That clouds on those
In mortal sin,
Bringing them back
To God’s embrace!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-23-2009
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Sonnet- God Is Very Just
What mortal sin, a beggar lame would do,
Denied of food and shelter, dress to wear?
He lives at the mercy of Nature too;
Diseases, problems that he cannot bear.
What mortal sins, the blind would dare to do?
They live in darkness, neglected, alone;
In vain, they try to 'see' God's Nature too,
Like you and me, for they are not of stone.
But mortal sins- the ones well-formed much do,
with intact senses, duping God and world;
Yet, Mother Nature seems to help them too;
Into the Pit of Hell, they will be hurled!
The handicapped and beggar will see God,
But not the 'Wholesome, sinful one' from clod.
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Sonnet -Bad Thoughts Lead To Sinful Actions
Our Life's a fight within oneself from birth;
A fight with forces, external also;
We have to go through this struggle on earth;
'Tis left to us to Heaven, well forgo.
Bad thought's the seed for any type of sin;
Good thought's the seed that makes one do good deeds;
A sinful thought, we must always well pin,
'fore poisonous trees grow from these evil seeds.
To control thoughts is well within our pow 'r;
Our actions most are quite voluntary;
The joy from sin is just momentary;
The devil is the sinner's main lover.
Nip off your evil thoughts whenev'r newborn;
If allowed then, your soul is surely torn.
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Sonnet- Preserve Thy Soul, O Man
Protect 0 Man, thy soul from earthly stains;
God's breath of life is immortal in form;
Death takes it across supernatural lanes,
Untouched by the Satanic Tempter- Worm.
Preserve its divine nature without fail;
Released by Death, it should unite with God;
And live forever, Divine One to hail;
Alas, if sinful, goes to Hell by rod.
Let body' needs not tarnish soul's image;
Let sinful thoughts not weaken its nature;
Let it accrue grace, turning man to sage;
Let the ‘sheep’ graze then, the divine pasture.
Our soul is eternal, ethereal;
Our body, mind are just ephemeral.
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Sonnet: So, Change Your Heart Right Now
You cannot have your sinful friends for long;
You cannot be both good and bad forev’r;
You cannot sing all life, a joyful song;
You cannot ignore God as your Master.
Your worldly wisdom cannot save your soul;
You cannot sin for long without God’s fear;
Just heed your conscience; change your earthly role,
And change your heart right now, my brother dear.
God’s patience may not last for next moment;
The Maker’s rod may come upon you soon;
Give up your sinful habits and repent;
Not far off is your night without a moon!
Remember man, your soul needs care today;
Atone; repent; amend your life this day.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-10-2008
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Sonnet: You Can’t Have Both
You can’t serve powers, God and the devil;
You can’t do things sinful and which is good;
You can’t be both, a good man and evil;
You can’t eat poison as your normal food.
You can’t read both the filth and the scripture;
You can’t be both beautiful and ugly;
You can’t have both a good and bad nature;
You can’t be both unholy and holy.
If you can’t be both a saint and a bad one;
You can’t be both law-abiding and rogue;
You can’t have both the night as well as sun;
You can’t have things in use, yet out of vogue.
You can’t have Hell’s fire and a haven;
You can’t praise devils and enter Heaven.
6-15-2001
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Sonnet: Death, Thou Art Great!
Death, Thou art not as cruel as I thought!
Today, I understand Thy special role;
And without thee, this world would be a naught;
Neither Heaven nor Hell would get a soul!
O Death, Thou Thief of Time, when world began!
How stealthily thy job, Thou renderest!
Of all God’s creatures, Thou art cursed by man;
Although, Thou servest him Thy very best.
If man knew when Thou taketh him away,
He would make up for all his sinful ways;
And keep accounts straight for God’s Judgment-Day,
When Hell would cease to exist in that case.
When Heaven could turn meaningless a place!
Then how would men ev’r see the Maker’s face?
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How much sinful are thee?
Sin, what is your understanding
Mine is this
Any act that will have reasons
For you to regret later is a sin
“Act” here includes even
Your thought process
“We are all sinners”
Declares a religion
“I am the most sinful”
Is the description of the self
By most of the yesteryears'
Hindu religious preachers,
Who are even now talked about
And held in great reverence
They declared themselves sinful
Probably because they only knew
Their thought processes,
Which would have fallen in 'sin' category
All these point to one thing
That we are bound to commit sin
Physically, verbally or mentally
Modern or scientific
Definition of sin could be
Any act that will load with you
Negative charges leading you
To unproductive or anti-productive
Physical, verbal or mental acts
It is, therefore, apparent
Physical act or verbal abuse
Alone does not constitute a sin
Your thought process, too
Can be a sin
If it conforms to the
Above description
Be watchful on your thoughts
Know how frequently
You entertain negative or sinful thoughts
The more frequently you give room
To such thoughts
The more sinful you become
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Sonnet: Rededication to God
Show me O God, the things I ought to do;
’Tis better that I act as per your wish;
My desires of life could anger you;
For, man by birth remains sinful/ selfish.
You only know what for you’d made me, God;
Let me perform the roles you assign me;
Success or failure needs your divine nod;
With duty done, I see Eternity.
Restrain me Lord from doing sinful deeds;
My time is short and keeping soul pure, tough;
From birth, you cater to my earthly needs;
Just help me Lord when weather turns too rough.
My life, I surrender to you, most High;
Your Will’s my goal on earth until I die!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-2-2006
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Sonnet- About Sin
Sin is one thing God abhors forever;
Sin is one thing that Man alone can do;
Sin is one thing which shouldn't stain soul, brother;
Sin is the devil's bond with man to woo.
One can do sin alone and in your mind;
One can commit it with others present;
We sin in thought and action, ne'er rescind;
Failure to do our duty's sin too, meant.
To err has become Man’s second nature;
The conscience's a clean forgotten thing;
Sin's rift with God, one must early suture;
Otherwise, it can defy good healing.
A sinful soul can't enter God's Kingdom;
Yet, God has given Man so much freedom.
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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.
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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.
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Sonnet: Praying Helps
I don’t know the cunning ways of the world;
I’ve delved in honesty and labor hard;
I don’t know the winning ways of the bold;
I’ve shelved my sinful ways and turned a bard.
I talk with God so frequently these days;
He knows my heart, its pangs and needs too well!
What can I do? Mystery enshrouds His ways;
He does those things that cannot give me Hell.
I know this world is too much for my head;
But worrying is of no use all the time;
Yet, praying fervently helps me instead;
The grace of God can make one’s life sublime.
My patience gives its verdict every time,
And gives me themes for yet another rhyme.
6-21-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Sonnet: Roots Matter
Look, how the cut branches and leaves get dried!
Sometimes, this happens when the Sun's too hot;
With roots intact, the trunk sprouts from its side;
The tree uprooted sure to death is fraught.
Look, how the trunk has sprouted green again!
The tree has started growing with revenge;
Almost a miracle is done by rain;
But this is how Nature tries to avenge.
Our Body, mind draw nourishment from soul;
Our soul if pure is habitat for God;
If not, the evil spirits take this role;
A sinful soul in Heaven would look odd?
Good roots matter if habits good flourish;
God's grace matters for Man's soul to nourish.
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Sonnet: God Won’t Forsake Me
When God has stood by me in yesteryears
When I had sinned more grievously than now,
Should I not ward off my unfounded fears,
And take the road to Heaven with new vow?
When God helps me when I never do ask,
He surely will, when open is my heart;
No more I wish to wear a sinful mask!
With God with me, no devil can act smart!
When troubles come, I’ll hold onto my God;
He heals the ills of body, mind and soul;
The world of lucre looks to me now odd!
He knows how to reset my earthly goal.
God, let Thy purifying act take place,
And let my soul be enriched by Thy grace.
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Sonnet: One can’t be both
A fruit is rotten, partially/ in full;
A dress looks ugly, if there are some holes;
A person can’t be bright as well as dull;
One can’t remain at same instant, in poles!
A face looks awful with freckles or dots;
A cradle-baby shouldn’t be found in bins!
A heart isn’t pure, if it has sinful thoughts;
A soul can’t be in heaven with some sins.
Good man with vices isn’t called ‘good’ at all;
Bad man with virtues is a ‘bad’ one still;
Most Holy God sees sin as massive ‘wall’;
One can’t go to heaven as well as hell!
God’s Kingdom is impeccably all pure;
Sin’s cancer when advanced, defies a cure!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-20-2008
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