Sonnet: Time is Short
I must cross o'er the bridge 'fore it breaks down;
I must climb Life's ladder 'fore rungs give way;
I must pluck weeds 'fore the grass can be mown;
I must keep earnestly the Sabbath-Day.
I must swim ashore before the flood comes;
I must build house on ground that is hard rock;
When water falls on sugar, it forms lumps;
How long can ships be stationed in their dock?
I must store food for winter is not far;
I must work hard for harvest to be good;
I must prepare with devils for a war;
To forget my Savior, my heart, how could?
The Heaven’s gates will not be open long!
'Tis time I start to sing my divine song.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet-Time Is Short
I must cross o'er the bridge 'fore it breaks down;
I must climb Life's ladder 'fore rungs give way;
I must pluck weeds 'fore the grass can be mown;
I must keep earnestly the Sabbath-Day.
I must swim ashore before the flood comes;
I must build house on ground that is hard rock;
When water falls on sugar, it forms lumps;
How long can ships be stationed in their dock?
I must store food for Winter is not far;
I must work hard for harvest to be good;
I must prepare with devils for a war;
To forget my Saviour, my heart, how could?
The Heaven’s gates will not be open long!
'Tis time I start to sing my divine song.
poem by John Celes
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Think Twice
When all is said and done and dead
does he love you the way that I do
Breathing in lightning tonight's for fighting
I feel the hurt so physical
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around, I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around, come around no more
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around, I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around no more
She spreads her love, she burns me up
I can't let go I can't get out
I've said enough, enough by now
I can't let go, I can't get out.
Wait till the day you finally see I've been here waiting patiently
Crossing my fingers and my t's. You cried on my shoulder begging please
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around, I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around, come around no more
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around, I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around no more
She spreads her love, she burns me up
I can't let go I can't get out
I've said enough, enough by now
I can't let go, I can't get out.
What is it you really want? I'm tired of asking!
You can't waste it
When I showed up and he was there I try my best to grin and bear
And took the stairs but didn't stop at the street and as we speak I'm going down
Cause she spread her love, and burned me out
I can't let go I can't get out
I've said enough, enough by now
I can't let go, I can't get out.
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around, I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around, come around no more
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around, I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice 'fore you touch my girl. Come around no more
song performed by by Eve 6
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Sonnet: Vices
’Tis easy slipping down any ladder;
’Tis easy to tumble down the hillside;
’Tis easy to fall down from a tree-top;
’Tis easy to slip off footboard of bus.
’Tis hard to climb the rungs of Life’s- ladder
’Tis hard to ascend the steep mountain- side;
’Tis hard to climb the slippery tree-trunk
’Tis hard to keep Balance on alcohol!
’Tis hard to maintain virtues in one’s life;
’Tis hard to maintain the balance of mind;
’Tis hard to do just the good things in life;
’Tis hard to keep off from wine, women, sex.
’Tis easy to contract vices on Earth;
’Tis hard to shake them off, even by stealth.
poem by John Celes
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Hard Rock Heaven
Hard Rock Heaven
I'm gonna be part of,
History.
Part of something the worlds,
Given me.
So theres a part of me thats,
Left behind.
When I leave home for that,
Stage in the sky.
And when I stand at the gates,
And they call my name,
I'll have found my place,
In hard rock heaven.
And when the pearly gates raise,
And they sing my praise,
It's here that I'll stay,
In hard rock heaven.
I'll make hit singles Through-,
Out my life.
And they'll stay here for all,
The rest of time.
And when I leave I can.
Guarantee.
That where I am is where,
I'm ment to be.
And when I stand at the gates,
And they call my name,
I'll have found my place,
In hard rock heaven.
And when the pearly gates raise,
And they sing my praise,
It's here that I'll stay,
In hard rock heaven.
I'm gonna be the one,
Who will be,
Part of something the world,
Has never seen.
And that'll be what I,
Leave behind.
When I leave home for that,
Stage in the sky.
Ohhh..
Hard rock heaven,
The bells are raising.
Hard rock heaven,
The angels are waiting.
Hard rock heaven,
The great music estate.
Hard rock heaven,
My final tour date.
And when I stand at the gates,
And they call my name,
I'll have found my place,
In hard rock heaven.
And when the pearly gates raise,
And they sing my praise,
It's here that I'll stay,
In hard rock heaven.
Don't let life just,
Pass you by.
I'll see you all,
At the show in the sky...
-Brgr
Sonnet- My Advice To All
'Just start your life afresh, Forget your past.'
'Its bitterness, griefs, struggles, woes and all, '
The Snail must be off its shell-home at last;
For everything, don't ever build a wall.
The world is good and bad; What can we do?
We cannot go against the tide for long;
But, if you can, nothing can prevent you;
From singing happy or a plaintive song.
'Tis yards we walked at anytime in life;
And many miles, we ought to -run 'fore sleep;
True life has joys much interspersed with strife;
We graze Earth's meadows, frolicking like sheep.
But why worry when our Good Shepherd's near?
Just go ahead with heart and soul sans fear.
poem by John Celes
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In This World
In This World (Murder)
In this world all our sins are simple
but you step over innocent lines
and in this world its not all our money that's evil
its the ones you choose over life
and in my heart I can not believe in this murder
and I will not be fed by the lies
our lies are created just to be murdered
It's murder
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how loud they cry
they can't
buy their way into heaven
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how high they climb
up the ladder
they won't reach up into heaven
and make us see
the innocent lives
the poor and the suffering
and in my heart I want to undo
all this murder
and give back the innocent lives
open cages and stop their luxirous murder
its murder
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how loud they cry
they can't
buy their way into heaven
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how high they climb
up the ladder
they won't reach up into heaven
Ohh innocent lives
(Can't make out)
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how loud they cry
they can't
buy their way into heaven
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how high they climb
up the ladder
they won't reach up into heaven
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how loud they cry
they can't
buy their way into heaven
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how high they climb
up the ladder
they won't reach up into heaven
heaven [fading out]
heaven
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Creepin
Hey, everybody wont you lend me your ear,
Theres something to fear, its here, and thats clear.
Men gettin rich off rapin the land,
I cant understand, why we dont take them in hand.
Woah, oh ... lord, I dont want to be their fool no more.
I dont want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but youre sleepin,
You best wake up fore tomorrow comes creepin in.
fore tomorrow comes creepin in.
Feel that our lives are in the hands of fools,
Loosin their cool, its us that they rule.
Too many people sittin dead on their ass,
They aint got no class, people, this time must pass.
Woah, oh ... lord, I dont want to be their fool no more.
Hey ... I dont want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but youre sleepin,
You best wake up fore tomorrow comes creepin in.
fore tomorrow comes creepin in.
Woah, oh ... yeah, tomorrow comes creepin.
Oh ... hear me cryin cause the people like me,
That long to be free, are not actually.
Please everybody wont you hear this song,
Help a country thats wrong, to someday be strong.
Woah, oh ... lord, I dont want to be their fool no more.
No! lord, I dont want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but youre sleepin,
You best wake up fore tomorrow comes creepin.
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Creepin ...
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
Tomorrow comes creepin.
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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In This World (Murder)
In this world all our sins are simple
We choose death over innocent life
And in this world its not all the money thats evil
Its the ones who choose it over life
And in my heart I cannot believe in this murder
And I will not be fed by the lies
All the lives are created just to be murdered, its murder
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven
And they can't see the innocent lives
The pointless suffering
And in my heart I want to undo all this murder
And get back the innocent lives
Open cages and stop their luxurious murder, its murder
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven
Murder
Innocent life
Innocent
What have we done?
(No mercy for beautiful
Money for blood
It's murder)
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven, heaven, heaven
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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J. Ms Question
Virginias in the bath house sayin,dont drink the water,
And Im already in the swimmin pool.
The woman in the straw hat said, the meat aint worth eatin,
And sunbathin here, baby, aint so cool.
Theres a hole in the ozone and the rats all got cancer
From too much tartar and nicotine.
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When the babysitter treats all the kids so mean?
No tresspassing will blow your brains out,
Will do it with atomic bomb.
Theyre cuttin down the rain forest and the food heres fattenin,
And I hope theres no satanic message in this song.
But, theres live aid and farm aid and all kind of hand grenades
To help us all get along.
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When evrything we do turns out so wrong?
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When eleven and seven equals two? yeah.
What kind of world do we live in
When you do it to your buddy fore he does it to you?
Got to do it to your buddy fore he does it to you.
The preacher he hands out verse and scripture
Just like he wrote it down himself.
Doctors and lawyers got a good thing going,
But that aint no place to go if you need help.
Theres too much sodium in my heartburn medicine
And I think I need to lay down for awhile.
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When evrything we do we do with such style?
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When eleven and seven equals two? yeah.
What kind of world do we live in
When you do it to your buddy fore he does it to you?
Got to do it to your buddy fore he does it to you.
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Sonnet: The Man on the Holy Cross
In Calvary, stood long ago a Cross!
That bore a special man called Jesus Christ,
The Son of God who died for us because,
Redeeming sinners forever- His thirst.
Though many had been crucified before,
The Savior’s death was fore-old in scriptures;
Maimed, humiliated, tortured to the core,
He shed His blood, suffered for man’s future.
And Jesus rose from death on the third day!
All on His own for He was Son of God;
All Christians thenceforth shall follow His way,
And men of other faiths too, tho’ from clod.
The Savior’s Resurrection was a feat!
All Satan’s devils could not Him defeat.
9-22-2002
poem by John Celes
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Midnight Blues
And peer international corproation
Got the blues like midnight.
Honey wont be long fore day.
Got the blues like midnight.
Honey wont be long fore day.
Wish that tornado would blow my blues away.
Lord, I can tell my bulldog
When I hear him bark
Lord, I can tell my baby
When I hear her in the dark.
Got the blues like midnight.
Honey wont be long fore day.
Got the blues like midnight.
Honey wont be long fore day.
Lord I wish a tornado would blow my blues away.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band, music by Dickey Betts & Will McTell (1992)
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Jest 'fore christmas
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!
Mighty glad I ain't a girl - ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy!
Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake -
Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache!
'Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me,
But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!
Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat;
First thing she knows she doesn't know where she is at!
Got a clipper sled, an' when us kids goes out to slide,
'Long comes the grocery cart, an' we all hook a ride!
But sometimes when the grocery man is worrited an' cross,
He reaches at us with his whip, an' larrups up his hoss,
An' then I laff an' holler, "Oh, ye never teched me!"
But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!
Gran'ma says she hopes that when I git to be a man,
I'll be a missionarer like her oldest brother, Dan,
As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylon's Isle,
Where every prospeck pleases, an' only man is vile!
But gran'ma she has never been to see a Wild West show,
Nor read the Life of Daniel Boone, or else I guess she'd know
That Buff'lo Bill an' cow-boys is good enough for me!
Excep' jest 'fore Christmas, when I'm good as I kin be!
And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemn-like an' still,
His eyes they seem a-sayin': "What's the matter, little Bill?"
The old cat sneaks down off her perch an' wonders what's become
Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum!
But I am so perlite an' 'tend so earnestly to biz,
That mother says to father: "How improved our Willie is!"
But father, havin' been a boy hisself, suspicions me
When, jest 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as I kin be!
For Christmas, with its lots an' lots of candies, cakes, an' toys,
Was made, they say, for proper kids an' not for naughty boys;
So wash yer face an' bresh yer hair, an' mind yer p's and q's,
An' don't bust out yer pantaloons, and don't wear out yer shoes;
Say "Yessum" to the ladies, an' "Yessur" to the men,
An' when they's company, don't pass yer plate for pie again;
But, thinkin' of the things yer'd like to see upon that tree,
Jest 'fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be!
poem by Eugene Field
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To My Friend
I can’t change you but I will try;
You are my friend and you know why;
If wise, you must certainly cry!
With remorse, atone for a while.
Good men suffer for venial sins;
Here on Earth, not in hellish kilns;
Tongue has no bones; words must not mince;
A true water-fish has some fins.
Pleasures are not always the same;
Our emotions must become tame;
To enjoy joys, sorrows must call!
Life’s ups and downs, happen to all.
Born in this world, improve thine soul;
Prepare for the next Life- our goal;
A mansion-life, isn’t saintly one!
Bend, thou must ‘fore you arise, son.
Time is for good use, if you can;
Unused, forever ‘tis gone, Man;
Peace of mind, good health and some wealth,
Achieve them hard-work and by stealth.
dedicated to 'my best friend'!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- God, Help Me Change The World
The circus show has fewer beasts than ’fore;
A lot of girls are sweating their talents;
The things they do are ones all will adore;
Yet, how long can they spend lives in big tents?
The honest labour hard for their morsel;
The middle-men are lazy-bones that thrive;
In distress put are many a damsel;
The world is in an orgy of sex-drive!
Make me a light-house, God for ships at sea;
Make me a boat that ferries men across;
Make me a person who can prophecy;
Make me a holy man who lifts Thy cross.
Make me exemplary and show the world,
A Christian walks in Christ’s shadow but bold.
poem by John Celes
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Me And Virgil
Ma would never say what happened
And we knew better than push too hard
We knew we had all the chores to tend to
Like fixing fences and helping her
Washing dishes and making coffee
Me and Virgil would chop some wood
But we'd stop our swinging
Just to listen to her crying
It didn't sound too good
I can remember too well
But we never thought to pay much heed
We learned to live life the best we could
But then one day pa up and left us
High and dry without a word
Seemed a pity
My ma was pretty
But I soon learned life ain't that way
And I can remember hearing her weeping
While we were sleeping next to her
I can remember
I'll never forgive and I'll never forget
'Cos pa you broke her heart
Oh pa you broke her heart
You broke her heart
Oh pa you broke her heart
Well the years rolled by
And 'fore we knew it
Our sister got married and moved out west
I stayed with ma 'cos I couldn't desert her
I knew it would hurt her to be alone
So we pulled tighter
Said we'd try to make things easy
And raise a smile
But as the night came
We'd hear her crying
Praying for pa to come back again
I can remember
I'll never forgive him and I'll never forget
'Cos pa you broke her heart
Oh pa you broke her heart
And then the winter came
I'd never known it colder
Oh it seemed the worst in years
And the night she died I swear I saw her smiling
Saying I was a big boy now no tears
So I packed up all we had and Virgil got the horses
And we paid our last respects and gave the whip a crack
Oh it seemed a big bad world we were riding into
Me and Virgil both agreed
We best head off and don't look back
Nothing but desert all around
Oh it made me wonder
Lord it's hard to carry on
When you're sick with hunger
Weeks and months of sleeping rough
Keeping clear of danger
Seems million miles from anywhere
I prayed to my God to change it
You'd best keep your head but don't look back
Well me and Virgil we beat the desert
Riding fast and riding hard
We hit the city the past behind us
And we raised some hell we had some fun
But real soon I met a lady oh so pretty
And oh so fine
And 'fore too long I found myself married
With a home of my own and a blue eyed son
And 'til this day I can hear ma saying to me
You're a big boy now
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song performed by by Genesis
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Sonnet: The Best Takes Time
All things take time to reach maturity;
A fruit must grow in size ‘fore it ripens;
A work should keep some kind of purity;
It takes some years before a Bard well pens.
Records are broken not in simple ways;
A second off the track-record is great;
All achievements take place by sweat and days;
If things go wrong, then people call it fate.
A world’s wonder takes years and men to build;
An invention needs effort without end;
Discoveries by pluck is but God-willed;
The ways to mighty peaks but narrow wend.
Great things in life are achieved by hard work;
The little set-backs should not one’s mind irk.
poem by John Celes
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My fore people
My fore people
Birth the spiritual
Because God wanted
To hear it
He said ‘I feel your pains
Sang it away, sang’
And they opened their mouth
And the spiritual rang out
Go tell it on the mountain.
My fore mothers
Birthed the blues
Because they knew
That life in Americus
Wasn’t fair
So their souls said to them
Lady Day croon
Bessie Smith zoom
With the blues
Strange Fruits
My fore father
Birth jazz
Out of necessity
Out of chains around
Their ankles
They blow the sounds
Of the death bell
To tell that the struggler
Was not in vain
They blow jazz from
Within and still
There was more to give
Around midnight
poem by David E. Patton
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His Wish To God
I would to God, that mine old age might have
Before my last, but here a living grave;
Some one poor almshouse, there to lie, or stir,
Ghost-like, as in my meaner sepulchre;
A little piggin, and a pipkin by,
To hold things fitting my necessity,
Which, rightly us'd, both in their time and place,
Might me excite to fore, and after, grace.
Thy cross, my Christ, fix'd 'fore mine eyes should be,
Not to adore that, but to worship Thee.
So here the remnant of my days I'd spend,
Reading Thy bible, and my book; so end.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Me & Virgil
Ma would never say what happened
And we knew better than push too hard
We knew we had all the chores to tend to
Like fixing fences and helping her
Washing dishes and making coffee
Me and virgild chop some wood
But wed stop our swinging
Just to listen to her crying
It didnt sound too good
I can remember, too well
But we never thought to pay much heed
We learned to live life the best we could
But then one day pa upped and left us
High and dry without a word
Seemed a pity
My ma was pretty
But I soon learned life aint that way
And I can remember hearing her weeping
While we were sleeping next to her
I can remember
Ill never forgive and Ill never forget
Cos pa you broke her heart
Ooh pa you broke her heart
You broke her heart
Ooh pa you broke her heart
Well the years rolled by
And fore we knew it
Our sister got married and moved out west
I stayed with ma, cos I couldnt desert her
I knew it would hurt her to be alone
So we pulled tighter
We said wed try to make things easy
And raise a smile
But as the night came
Wed hear her crying
Praying for pa to come back again
I can remember
Ill never forgive him and Ill never forget
Cos pa you broke her heart
Oh pa you broke her heart
And then the winter came
Id never known it colder
Ooh it seemed the worst for years
And the night she died I swear I saw her smiling
Saying I was a big boy now, no tears
So I packed up all we had, and virgil got the horses
And we paid our last respects and gave the whip a crack
Ooh, seemed a big bad world, we were riding into
Me and virgil both agreed, we best head off
And dont look back
Nothing but desert all around
Oh it made me wonder
Lord its hard to carry on
When youre sick with hunger
Weeks and months of sleeping rough
Keeping clear of danger
Seems we were miles from anywhere
And too far gone to change it
Wed best keep going, dont look back
Well me and virgil we beat the desert
Riding fast and riding hard
We hit the city, the past behind us
So we raised some hell, we had some fun
But real soon I met a lady oh so pretty, and oh so fine
fore too long I found myself married
With a home of my own and a blue eyed son
And til this day I can hear ma saying to me -
Youre a big boy now
song performed by by Genesis
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One More Cup Of Coffee
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But i don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore i go
To the valley below.
Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade.
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore i go
To the valley below.
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself.
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore i go
To the valley below.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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