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Sonnet: True Success Comes With God’s Help

Whatever plans that man may make his own,
Don’t take off well yet in the longer run;
And in the end, he finds himself a clown,
His work turns out to be an act of fun.

For, God can bring things to a grinding halt,
Or give the fillip to a super-start;
If things don’t move, ’tis purely man’s own fault,
And blame goes to us for our foolish part.

God takes the side of righteous men, women,
And gives a rope that’s long for evil ones;
He can rescue one from a lion’s den!
And from the face of death by war-zone guns.

And Providence will have the final say!
And man cannot escape his reckoning-day.

poem by John Celes
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Hell Awaits Evil Doers

The modern world seems crazy to the core;
We strike a balance in most things we do;
Money appears to solve problems many;
Muscle does some things that money cannot.

The Media makes celebrities o’er-night;
Influence guides bureaucrat’s decisions;
Merit is given a back-seat most times;
Merchants make money paying taxes least.

Most honest citizens are taxed the most;
Success smiles on men without conscience;
The righteous eke a livelihood of toil;
The lazy ones make money rather fast.

God allows ghastly crimes to happen too;
Nevertheless, both good and bad things end;
The evil-doers have a mighty crash;
God gives a longer rope to most such men.

This does not mean that dishonesty lasts;
The wicked suffer punishments on earth;
They fizzle out like soap-bubbles in sun;
Untruth can’t rule the roost on earth for long.

Reality will bring justice to all;
The day of reckoning will seal all fates;
All evil hearts can’t escape God’s judgment;
Their harm will be disclosed in great detail.

God’s mercy may not save them from Hell’s fire;
The upright souls will get rewards from God;
The God of goodness loves the righteous;
He takes them to His own Abode- Heaven.

poem by John Celes
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Life-Ending

Who of us can escape death's scene
and if we could what would it mean?
Having to face a world gone mad
that can't seem to understand good from bad.
All of the ones that you held dear
gone beyond to a place you fear?
And if we do, who shall we blame?
Those that have taught us as we grew
all the things that we should do.

Things like hate and things to fear,
things like ageing with each new year,
things that tear into the soul,
things that surface and take their toll.
No, we can't escape death's scene
and if we could it would only demean
the importance of how our lives end
and the knowledge that death
is not a dead-end.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Bring It On

I been betrayed, cause I been away.
Why can't you ever see it my way?
C'mon baby, you know what I mean.
I been eleven years doin' long hard work,
We're finally getting' what we deserve.
I said, C'mon baby, I'm not to blame.
I said a one night stand takes a certain kind of man,
But we do it.
It's a hell of way, you learn to live for the day,
If you choose it.
That's why I say now,
Take it from me, it's not like it seems,
Someday I'll give ya all that you need.
But a tense word, baby, you just gotta believe.
I said a one night stand takes a certain kind of man,
But we do it.
You know I'm not much at home,
We live that danger zone,
But you knew it.
That's why I say,
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'll deal with trouble when I get home.
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'd rather fight it than go it alone. Growl
Lead Break
The jealousy's got you too blind to see.
It ain't fair what you're doin' to me.
I say, c'mon baby, I'm tired of tryin' to please.
Lonely nights and cocaine highs,
If that don't getcha then you'll pay the price.
C'mon baby, that's all a part of me.
I say one night stands take a certain kind of man,
But we do it.
Lord, how we do it.
I'm not much at home, we live that danger zone,
That's why I say,
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'll deal with trouble when I get home.
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'd rather fight it than go it alone.
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'll deal with trouble when I get home.
Bring it on, (Bring it on)
Bring it on.
I'd rather fight it than go it alone.-aca

song performed by by 38 Special
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Bottled Up

Everyone has secrets, they don't wish to tell
Some are really painful, that make you feel unwell

We chose to discard, them to lock them away
The longer we do, the more they want to escape

They can bring lots of pain, they can work up the tears
Why do we try to act normal, and cover what we fear

We trap it inside, as it annoys us too much
When we finally try to let it go, it hurts so much

Someone else finds out, and you think your world is at end
But before too long, what you've told begins to mend

Keeping things to yourself, can hurt really deep
Do what I did tell someone, it does help a heap

poem by Lisa French
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Sonnet: God Abhors Evil

Why do you worry of the morrow, man?
God does all things and truth can never fail;
Let evil-doers howsoever plan;
They cannot climb but fall into the dale.

The wicked get ensnared in their own snares;
The rope that’s long God-given is then cut;
And when their downfall comes, none feels nor cares;
There is a tensile strength in any gut!

The ways of God are strange but very sure;
He fields the righteous men who never die;
The evil minds are diseased, without cure,
And die a death suddenly, like a fly!

If you can’t fight an evil brain, don’t cry!
But God will do it surely; you just try.

poem by John Celes
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The hidden Lion

make yourself smell like a perfume of passion, that never dies
and a wonderful moment that never fades, day to reckon
where everybody will remember, when our eternity await,
its final destiny

hidden lion keeps us, roaring in and out looking someone to be
devour living inside our soul, with every tears it fall, even
death it deceived, for the lion is very strong to push us in
the dungeon of the abyss of no return

the gift of life we share is the same life we give, let this be the
life that leads our offspring we entrusted the earth we left
with them, make the best, out what we inherited, the immortal
life, we bring is one that blooms the spring

life is just makes us fool, deceive what makes us fall, a lion in us
push us to feel that, the truth tell us the righteous way to the
kingdom we pray, is the final life we will stay

the freedom gain, of Adam and Eve pain is tainted with blood, that
makes us strong to face what brings us down, for the lion in
our heads hold the fortress, of the secret of the chamber of
our hearts, the Faith........

poem by Antonio Liao
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Desperate Journalist

Hey mister a review
A word for salad
Is written by my friend
In penman
He uses long words
Like semiotics and semolina
But i counted
With
Enigma and metropolis
The lads go rampant on insignificant symbolism
And compound this with rude soulless obliqueness
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
I use such long words
It's all clever stuff
All this charming childish fiddling about aims for the anti-image
But it naturally creates the perfectly malleable image
Tantalizing enigma
Of the cure
They try to take
Everything
But the cure really
They're just trying to sell us something
Their product is more artificial than most
This is perhaps part of their
Masterplan
But it seems more like their naivity
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Note how really songs what are made of (?)
Murk and marshes
Tawdry images
Inane realisations
Dull dull dull epigrams
Sometimes they sound like an avant-garde john otway
Or an ugly spirit
Toy drumming
Sprightly bass
Limited guitar riff
Check the sheet out of my favorite book
People don't forget the penman
It's just that in 1979 people shouldn't be allowed to get away with things like this
I say.

song performed by by Cure
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Anticipating Not

They move ahead with certainty, what they plan will come to be,
Making plans with an expectation, waiting with sure anticipation,
That the plans which they sow, just like a tree, shall surely grow,
But, without Christ, for sure, the plans they make will not endure.

Nations also make their plans too, with expectations, this is true,
However, the plans they long to see, are not sown with certainty,
Because the Decrees of The Lord, by many nations, go ignored,
So those darker plans of men, God Himself will surely condemn.

Many a people and nations too, plot out a plan that they pursue,
As they pursue their every desire, of other men they may inquire,
Never looking into God’s Ways, for they seek only man’s praise,
In man’s ways they put their trust, in beings who return unto dust.

Many plans which we see today, are put in place by men of clay,
Their plans fail before they begin, for they are inundated with sin,
And these men are like the grass, promoting ways that won’t last,
The dark plans that they create, The Righteous Lord will frustrate.

Man made plans oppose The Lord, and their ways aren’t ignored,
By a Sovereign Righteous God, reigning over all this earthly sod,
In the plans many contemplate, Judgment they do not anticipate,
So plans are ended by the Lord, as Judgment by God is poured.

The Lord’s Spirit will not contend, with man’s evil ways in the end,
Man’s foolishness, in God’s eyes, is thought by many to be wise,
Man’s godless ways and thought, will bring man’s plan to naught,
As the only plan that shall endure, is the Eternal plan of The Lord.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Sonnet: The Judgment Day Is Near

Whatever feat great, man performs on earth,
However long a life he may yet live,
Someday, the thread of life is cut my death!
However wise, no excuse can he give.

The Reckoning-day tho’ far is very near!
No one escapes the Lord’s just punishment;
To evil souls remains Hell’s gruesome fear,
Where darkness pitch-black lights the firmament.

No earthling dare be clever with the Lord!
The Maker questions only to the point;
No evil-doers escape His just rod;
The righteous men with bliss, He will anoint.

Help me prepare my soul for Judgment-day
Render Thy Graces plenty, God I pray.

poem by John Celes
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Who to blame for writers block?

Risen up from his cold dark tomb
the malevolent poet is alive again
his evil master has given him power
to confuse poets and bring them pain.
He's invisible to the poets eye
and he doesn't make a sound
his mission is to bring writers block
to all poets everywhere around.
The unaware poet stares at a blank screen
unable to create one single verse
the satanic force takes over his mind
his thoughts go from bad to worse.
The romantic poet thinks about death
his thoughts no longer on love and light
he wants to write about misery and war
and things that go bump in the night.
So the next time you can't write a poem
and your sitting there full of despair
you now know it's not you who's at fault
but it's the evil poet and he's over there!

poem by Kevin Halls
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Super Sadist

Super angry
Super hated
Super evil
Super serrated
Super guitar
Super faded
Never sad sad sad

Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist

Keeps his hands in his mouth
That's gold plated
Hates himself more and more
Cause he's made it
Super evil
Super jaded
Never sad sad sad

Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist

Super high tech
Super pay check
Super ego
Super hate pro
Super cautious
Super nauseous
Never sad sad sad

Super all gone
Super hold on
Super ego
Super phenomenon
Super destroy
Super small boy
Never sad sad sad

Super asshole
Super nothing

song performed by by Jack Off Jill from Sexless Demons And Scars
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Let It All Burn

Riding the waves of premonitions.
Maybe your right, maybe your wrong.
I no longer care.
You gave up on me long ago.
And now I'm giving up on you.

The broken hearted are departing.
Setting sail for a new found trust.
I don't blame you, I've just had enough.
Trying to cross the divide.
Trying to see eye to eye.
But the flames just carry to high.
Their might be clearing in the sky but I can't find it.