Psalm 01
Done into Verse, 1653.
Bless'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and ith'way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sate. But in the great
Jehovahs Law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall.
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their tryal then
Nor sinners in th'assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th'upright way of the just
And the way of bad men to ruine must.
poem by John Milton
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Psalms in Poetry - Chapter 1
1So blessed is he who shall reject
Advice from ones, who are wicked,
And not supporting sinners’ paths
Nor seated with cynics in group;
2 But who delights in Yahweh’s law,
And murmurs them all night and day!
3Such one’s like tree planted near streams,
And bears its fruit in right season;
Whose leaves do not wither at all,
And every project well succeeds.
4How different are the wicked ones!
–Like chaff that’s blown around by wind.
5Wicked won’t stand firm at Judgment
Nor sinners with upright persons.
6For Yahweh watches upright’s path
And wicked’s path is forev’r doomed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-12-2009
poem by John Celes
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Psalm I.
The man is blest whose feet not tread,
By wicked counsailes led:
Nor stands in that perverted way,
In which the Sinners stray;
Nor joynes himselfe unto the chaire,
Where Scorners seated are;
But in God's Law both dayes and nights
To meditate delights.
He shall be like a Planted Tree
We neere the Rivers see:
Whose branches by their moisture spring,
And fruits in season bring.
No parching droughts his leaf invade,
Or make his blossome fade.
For God will his indeavours blesse
With prosperous successe.
But wicked men themselves shall find
Like chaff blow'n by the wind.
Nor in the finall Judgment must
Stand up among the Just.
For God the righteous guides, and knowes
The path wherein he goes:
When wayes of Sinners perish shall
In their eternall fall.
poem by Henry King
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Psalm I: The Man Is Ever Blessed
The man is ever bless'd
Who shuns the sinners' ways,
Among their councils never stands,
Nor takes the scorner's place;
But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labours of the day,
And watches of the night.
He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;
His works are heav'nly fruit.
Not so the ungoodly race,
They no such blessings find;
Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.
How will they bear to stand
Before that judgement-seat,
When all the saints, at Christ's right hand,
In full assembly meet.
He knows, and he approves,
The way the righteous go;
But sinners and their works shall meet
A dreadful overthrow.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Paraphrase Of The First Psalm
The man, in life wherever plac'd,
Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!
Nor from the seat of scornful pride
Casts forth his eyes abroad,
But with humility and awe
Still walks before his God.
That man shall flourish like the trees,
Which by the streamlets grow;
The fruitful top is spread on high,
And firm the root below.
But he whose blossom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be cast,
And, like the rootless stubble, tost
Before the sweeping blast.
For why? that God the good adore,
Hath giv'n them peace and rest,
But hath decreed that wicked men
Shall ne'er be truly blest.
poem by Robert Burns
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Psalm 37
The righteous man has little
And the wicked they are rich
But the Lord upholds His children
And the blind fall in a ditch
It seems that many prosper
And the righteous go unseen
But the Lord He sees in secret
And our hearts He washes clean
The Lord upholds the righteous
The wicked turn night to day
Their time is at an end
Like smoke, they shall blow away
The righteous they show mercy
And every one of their steps are planned
And though they fall, yet not forever
He upholds them with His hand
I once was young but now am old
Yet I have never begged for bread
He is faithful now and evermore
The Lord of the living and dead
Now if you wait upon the Lord
You shall inherit the land
You shall walk in peace and loving joy
And in His presence you shall stand
poem by Frank McEleny
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Blotted Away
The Apostles,
Your next study;
To be blotted away!
And like a refreshing news in the land of your muse,
But many will still be purified and made white.
He meditates day and night,
And this is like a tree planted by rivers of water!
But the wind drives away the chaff.
She meditates day and night,
But blessed is the one who does not walk in the counsel of the unrighteous!
Not stands in the path of sinners;
For love is like a flower which is refreshed by water! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Something Wicked
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat
song performed by by Tupac from 2Pacalypse Now
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I Am A Wicked Child
Mother mary come to me
Cause I am a wicked child
I have sinned and I am so confused and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
I am the devils son and I wish I could be good for you
I walk a crooked mile
but I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart
Now I wake up in the night
Lying on my bed
It's tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette
Send baby Jesus
Surely it is time
Send baby jesus
Let him radiate his light
Radiate his light
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song performed by by Radiohead
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Psalm 10
Arise oh God and lift up your hand
For all around the wicked do stand
Like a lion in the den, they secretly wait
Crouched at the door, waiting at the gate
To devour the just and destroy without cause
To oppress the poor and all without pause
And no appeal to the wicked can make them budge
They neither consider their end, nor consider the Judge
Who is the Lord and King forever
And who holds time in His hand
It you Lord, bringing justice to the fatherless
And causing the righteous to stand
And on that day, when the Lord takes His place
The wicked will hide, they will cover their face
And they will cry out ' we were ignorant you see'
Yet forever in darkness they forever shall be
poem by Frank McEleny
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The King Of Sweden
THE Voice of song from distant lands shall call
To that great King; shall hail the crowned Youth
Who, taking counsel of unbending Truth,
By one example hath set forth to all
How they with dignity may stand; or fall,
If fall they must. Now, whither doth it tend?
And what to him and his shall be the end?
That thought is one which neither can appal
Nor cheer him; for the illustrious Swede hath done
The thing which ought to be; is raised 'above'
All consequences: work he hath begun
Of fortitude, and piety, and love,
Which all his glorious ancestors approve:
The heroes bless him, him their rightful son.
poem by William Wordsworth
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Mothers Day2007
She hath my heart, she is my mum.
She hath my heart, she is my only, she is my one.
She hath my heart, though rough winds may blow.
She hath my heart, still her love will flow, her love will always show.
She hath my heart, I thank my lucky stars.
She hath my heart and i have hers.
She hath my heart, i long for her presence.
She hath my heart, her name is essence.
She hath my heart and forever she will.
Lifetimes will come and go, i will love her still
She hath my heart, this fact i cant conceal
Our bond is like sentiment you just cant kill
She hath my heart in times of sorrow.
She hath my heart, yesterday, today and tomorrow.
She hath my heart, my voice will sing.
She hath my heart, she makes the bell in my heart ring.
She hath my heart, in times of trouble.
She wont stumble no i will not let her crumble.
She hath my heart in each and every way
And my love for her grows with each day
She hath my heart for we were once one.
She hath my heart, the heart of the boy inside the man
I hath her heart, the heart we once shared.
Though separated in body the hearts still paired.
She hath my heart i need her near.
She hath my heart my mama dear
She hath my heart and she already knows
In a world of thorny bushes she stands out like rose
She hath my heart for she is always by my side
When the sun sets she is my light, she is my guide.
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wicked are like chaff
blown away by wind
stand not the Judgment Day
quote by by John Celes
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Help Lord
Help Lord, for godly men have took their flight,
And left the earth to be the wicked's den:
Not one that standeth fast to Truth and Right,
But fears, or seeks to please, the eyes of men.
When one with other fall's to take apart,
Their meaning goeth not with their words in proof;
But fair they flatter, with a cloven heart,
By pleasing words, to work their own behoof.
But God cut off the lips, that are all set,
To trap the harmless soul, that peace hath vow'd;
And pierce the tongues, that seek to counterfeit
The confidence of truth, by lying loud:
Yet so they think to reign, and work their will,
By subtle speech, which enters every where:
And say, our tongues are ours, to help us still,
What need we any higher power to fear?
Now for the bitter sighing of the poor,
The lord hath said, I will no more forbear,
The wicked's kingdom to invade and scour,
And set at large the men restrain'd in fear.
And sure, the word of God is pure, and fine.
And in the trial never loseth weight;
Like noble gold, which, since it left the mine,
Hath seven times passed through the fiery straight.
And now thou wilt not first thy word forsake,
Nor yet the righteous man, that leans thereto;
But will't his safe protection undertake,
In spite of all, their force and wiles can do.
And time it is, O Lord, thou didst draw nigh,
The wicked daily do enlarge their bands;
And that, which makes them follow ill a vie,
Rule is betaken to unworthy hands.
poem by Sir Francis Bacon
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Psalm 37 part 2
v.16,21,26-31
C. M.
Charity to the poor.
Why do the wealthy wicked boast,
And grow profanely bold?
The meanest portion of the just
Excels the sinner's gold.
The wicked borrows of his friends,
But ne'er designs to pay;
The saint is merciful and lends,
Nor turns the poor away.
His alms with lib'ral heart he gives
Amongst the sons of need;
His mem'ry to long ages lives,
And blessed is his seed.
His lips abhor to talk profane,
To slander or defraud;
His ready tongue declares to men
What he has learned of God.
The law and gospel of the Lord
Deep in his heart abide;
Led by the Spirit and the word,
His feet shall never slide.
When sinners fall, the righteous stand,
Preserved from every snare;
They shall possess the promised land,
And dwell for ever there.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Psalm 82
God the supreme Governor; or, Magistrates warned.
Among th' assemblies of the great
A greater Ruler takes his seat;
The God of heav'n, as Judge, surveys
Those gods on earth, and all their ways.
Why will ye, then, frame wicked laws?
Or why support th' unrighteous cause?
When will ye once defend the poor,
That sinners vex the saints no more?
They know not, Lord, nor will they know;
Dark are the ways in which they go;
Their name of earthly gods is vain,
For they shall fall and die like men.
Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son
Possess his universal throne,
And rule the nations with his rod;
He is our Judge, and he our God.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Lion's den
If you are staying
With a wicked man
If you are living
With a wicked man
If you are making
Friendship with wicked man
Be sure you are walking
In to the lion's den.
Wicked man is dangerous
Wicked man is more
Dangerous than a snake
Wicked man is more poisonous
Than a cobra the most
Poisonous snake of the world
You may survive from snake bite
But you can not survive from
The clutches of a wicked man
You will die in his den.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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My Narrow Mind
Wicked, wicked
From the mouth I spout - o lord
Don let these thoughts come out
My knees they knock and my feet they fail
The thoughts I think I see your face turn pale
Take my hand an you will see - the one in the wayback
Take my hand an you will be the one atop the swayback
Your word so pretty
Yes I love that sound
My heart like a hammer does pound
My breath it leaves me to speak it
My legs they tremble to the ground
Wish I was a Bible thumpin fool
Ye from the old school
A mind as narrow as the road I walk
Always upright when I talk but
Take my hand and you will see...
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Psalm 82
God in the *great *assembly stands *Bagnadath-el
Of Kings and lordly States,
Among the gods* on both his hands. *Bekerev.
He judges and debates.
How long will ye *pervert the right *Tishphetu
With *judgment false and wrong gnavel.
Favouring the wicked by your might,
Who thence grow bold and strong?
*Regard the *weak and fatherless *Shiphtu-dal.
*Dispatch the *poor mans cause,
And **raise the man in deep distress
By **just and equal Lawes. **Hatzdiku.
Defend the poor and desolate,
And rescue from the hands
Of wicked men the low estate
Of him that help demands.
They know not nor will understand,
In darkness they walk on,
The Earths foundations all are *mov'd *Jimmotu.
And *out of order gon.
I said that ye were Gods, yea all
The Sons of God most high
But ye shall die like men, and fall
As other Princes die.
Rise God, *judge thou the earth in might,
This wicked earth *redress, *Shiphta.
For thou art he who shalt by right
The Nations all possess.
poem by John Milton
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Of Charity
A beggar died last night; his soul
Went up to God, and said:
'I come uncalled, forgive it, Lord;
I died for want of bread.'
Then answered him the Lord of heaven:
'Son, how can this thing be?
Are not my saints on earth? and they
Had surely succoured thee.'
'Thy saints, O Lord,' the beggar said,
'Live holy lives of prayer;
How should they know of such as we?
We perish unaware.
'They strive to save our wicked souls
And fit them for the sky;
Meanwhile, not having bread to eat,
(Forgive!) our bodies die.'
Then the Lord God spake out of heaven
In wrath and angry pain:
'O men, for whom my Son hath died,
My Son hath lived in vain!'
poem by Arthur Symons
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I'm A Wicked One
They say it's off the record gotta keep it clean.
Can't be too abusive can't be too odscene.
But he's got a plan to build a future he's been putting it off for way too long.
Another safety pin through his cheek
and he's three chords short of a punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
He's a stereotype bastard and he likes it that way.
Can't be all taht happy can't be all that gay.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
They say get off the stage they say get outta here.
Can't be all that punkrock can't be all that queer.
He'll make them wish they never knew him he'll make them pay for being wrong.
But he doesn't really know how to do that.
So we'll give him three chords to his punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'M A WICKED ONE.
song performed by by The Hives from Barely Legal
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