Religions Are Welcome
It's a pleasure to lecture
About the sin of stealing.
It's a pleasure to listen
To talks on sins of stealing.
A thief speaks; other thieves hear.
Then they disperse for works.
Speaking and hearing about sins
Sooth the burns of sins people make.
Hence people welcome religions.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sins and pleasure
Pleasure of sins lures me to sin.
Sins of pleasure follow me in.
I sow sins to harvest pleasure
And sow pleasure to harvest sins.
Virtues might promise me pleasure
But it is sins that assure of it.
Sins are the food meant for senses.
Virtues are the food made of ego.
I do sins to derive pleasure
And then repent to cleanse my soul.
Virtues I stay with; sins I flirt with.
29.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Our Sins
Our sins are leading us away from the truth!
Our sins are causing all the troubles in this world,
Our sins are bringing about all these wars around us,
Our sins have torn us apart from love! !
And, we now hate each other in this world.
Glabal warming! !
And, it is all because of our sins;
Our sins have really destroyed everything around us.
Just watch the news!
Just listen to your neihbour!
Just look around you!
Just see how much hatred is being expressed among us!
Our sins have torn us apart from love.
Scenes, sins!
Of the scenes of life full of many troubles;
All in the name of our sins.
The Creator, whose Original Name is Yahweh,
Created us all with true love in many colours;
But, our sins have led us to hate each other on this earth.
Famine, disaster, sickness, accident, drought!
And all the global warming seen around us;
Are all caused by our sins because,
We failed to follow the Laws of Yahweh.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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7 Deadly Sins
7 seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins
Watch out when you step in
For seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
Thats when the fun begins
(seven deadly sins)
(sin number one) was when you left me
(sin number two) you said goodbye
(sin number three) was when you told me a little white lie
Seven deadly sins
Once it starts, it never ends (seven deadly sins)
Watch out aroung the bend (seven deadly sins)
A seven deadly sins (seven deadly sins)
(sin number four) was when you looked my way
(sin number five) was when you smiled
(sin number six) was when you let me stay
Sin number seven was when you touched me and told me why
Seven deadly sins
So many rules to bend
Time and time again
Seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
Seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins (seven deadly sins)
Watch out when you step in (seven deadly sins)
For seven deadly sins
Seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (deadly sins)
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Confessing Sins
when guilt is full
there comes a time when we think of
the possibility of confessing our sins,
the usual sins of omissions
more than our sins of commissions,
to a friend perhaps, but you doubt
for he has more sins than you have
and it might as well end
on the reverse, you the listening tree
and he the barking dog,
or perhaps to a religious group but
you shy away because of their number
and you might as well at the end be the
subject of their gossip
in town for a week or so,
and so you become a catholic again
on a Sunday before your parish priest
you kneel down and confess your sins,
and your dismay the priest says,
'
my son these are not sins anymore
under the new doctrines
with an ending, don't worry my boy
you'll do penance just the same
say three our fathers and three hail Mary's
and don't come back
your sins are the same as mine'
what comfort is this, when sins are confessed
to a person on the same misery and guilt as we are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Forgiven, but not Forgotten
Sins are made to be forgiven but not forgotten
can be done by words or action
can be seen in citizens or normal children
In any status of life or position.
An ode for the sinners meaning an ode for us all
some may not know the consequences of sins
but that what completes us people
but i only know one thing, it gives pain.
All of us wish that it would vanish
But even though sins would be gone
the scars it will leave will still not perish
and still whats done is done.
poem by Michael Angelo Legaspi
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Your Pencil
Sharpen your pencil and let me use it,
For the righteous works of some people are clearly evident;
But those thst are otherwise cannot be hidden.
Sharpen your pencil according to the promise of life,
And like a tree planted by the waters of love;
For the sins of others are ahead of them while,
The sins of others trail behind them.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Closer To Heaven
Those who steal should steal no more! !
For you are taking away my sins by stealing my items;
And, i am getting closer to heaven than you are.
Cut it off and throw it away!
And learn how to do the right ting than evil;
For i have to enjoy my life with my muse,
And like the peace of a land far away from home!
Stop stealing and live peacefully with us all,
Because, i want to ride my horse always in peace around you;
And like the muse of love than the muse of wars! !
For, stealing my items brings me closer to heaven than you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Rendezvous
Nightly I put up this humble petition:
'Forgive me, O Father of Glories,
My sins of commission, my sins of omission,
My sins of the Mission Dolores.'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Slither
When you look you see right through me,
Cut the rope, I fell to my knees,
Born and broken every single time,
Always keep me under finger,
That's the spot where you run to me,
Might see some type of pleasure in my mind,
Yeah, here comes the water,
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I,
This time you'll see,
When you seek me, you destroy me,
Rape my mind and smell the poppies,
Born and bloodied every single time,
Always keep me under finger,
That's the spot where you might linger,
Might see some type of pleasure in my mind,
Yeah, here comes the water,
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I,
This time you'll see, like holy water,
It only burns you faster than you'd ever dry,
This time with me,
When you look you see right through me,
Cut the rope, I fell to my knees,
Born and blooded every single time,
Yeah, here comes the water,
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I,
This time you'll see, like holy water,
It only burns you faster than you'd ever dry,
This time with me,
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When Your Sins Come Home to Roost
When you fear the barber’s mirror when you go to get a crop,
Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top:
When you titivate and do the little things you never used—
It is close upon the season when your sins come home to roost.
Many were the sins of others and you never were to blame,
Some were sins you shared in common—you must suffer all the same;
Some were sins of wasted hours with the wine cup or a mate,
But you cannot share the burden—and they come in duplicate.
Oh! you’ll find the fowls are heavy and their claws are sharp and deep—
They will bow your head in working, they will jerk you from your sleep,
And so many hands are eager just to give your back a boost
On the road to wreck and ruin when your sins come home to roost.
But you don’t let on they’re roosting and you take some only way,
And you never whine or guzzle and you neither curse nor pray;
You will never for an instant let your lower lip be loosed—
But you stand up like a soldier when your sins come home to roost!
And you’ll find them growing lighter till you find room for a few
Of the sins of other mortals who have weaker souls than you:
Then you’ll smile, and not too sadly, at old sins reintroduced—
And you’ll be a man in many when your sins come home to roost.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Sonnet: All Men are Sinners
How can we judge a man with greatest sins?
‘Let the man who has no sins, throw the first stone';
A sword can kill and sometimes even pins;
And man can sin even while being alone.
The purest soul has some kind of sin-stain;
And man falls into temptations with ease;
Sometimes, he tends to sin again, again;
In tempting man, the devils will not cease.
The blood of Christ absolves all men of sins;
The worst sinner could always reach Heaven;
God's forgiveness can come within a wince;
God knows the problems on earth of all men.
No man, really speaking can judge next;
Man's Salvation comes through God's Holy Text.
poem by John Celes
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Lucky Sin
Luck reminds me of sin,
Sins collect from the odour.
A fortune fades, faces do fight,
How do we describe the sins?
The luck is like gambling, a soot
From the chimney of the home.
My sins concern me, like fire and ice,
They flop, flip and fold in a paper-form,
To write books of acts and messages,
That luck writes, that sins are simpler.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Confessed
Confessed, I did to my sins. Know I do that everyone is going to hate me now. Some people will never accept me as their own again. The reality is that truth really hurts. I am sorry for my sins although I cannot deny that I felt something which I should not be feeling. Forgive me, I am really sorry.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Her Sins Are Not My Own
Her sins belong to her alone.
My sins are my own.
My sins are more than enough.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Osmosis between good and evil
Sins are forgotten by the sinners.
Sins are forgiven by the creator.
That is why heaven is not empty.
Sins are justified by the sinners.
Sins are allowed by the creator.
That is why hell too is not empty.
But from time to time
Osmosis takes place.
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Seven Deadly Sins
Ever felt that youve been lied
And somehow you just cant provide the proof
Ever felt youre cast aside
And sheltered from the universal truth
Ever find when trouble calls youre first in line
And stick your finger in
Everybodys talking bout 7 deadly sins
Number one says drop the gun
Theres nothing out there thats worth dying for
And number two thats me and you
Im green inside and jealous to the core
Number three fidelity Ive lost the path
And Id better start again
This things got a strange mystique
The 7 deadly sins
This things got the whole world beat
7 deadly sins
I can hear them calling out
I can hear them screaming out
Blood is sweet like a deep red river
And where it goes I dont know
You make me sweat
And you make me shiver
Where it goes I dont know
If youve got sticky fingers
You got dreams that linger running through your brain
Well vanitys the flying v
Desire is the one who gets the blame
If youre looking for a goldmine
When all around you seems be tin
Im not superstitious bout the 7 deadly sins
Everybodys calling out 7 deadly sins
Everybodys dreamin bout 7 deadly sins
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Tired of It All
I am done with all the fighting
And all the screaming and reciting
From your cheating and the denying
And all of the sins and your lying.
I have given up all the praying
For your abusiveness and straying
And the sins that you keep displaying
And all of your stealing and betraying.
I am tired of all the sleepless nights
When you wanted to argue and also fight
You left our home and was out of my sight
So you could lay at another mans side.
I am so sick of all of your sinning
Seems daily more of its beginning
I pray to GOD that it would be ending
Which you knew what was offending.
I am so sad that you are never here
And when you are you just disappear
I will not cry another tear
Your voice now I solemnly ever hear.
I am sad when you always blame another
From your parents and sisters and brother
And myself and my family and my mother
I wish the blaming game you would just smother.
I am worn out by all of your excuses
And all the sin and bad deeds it produces
The temptation of that always seduces
And the reins of pureness it always looses.
I will not for you again take another fall
As I have done so many times as I recall
When you need help I will not hear that call
As I am so sick of it and also tired of it all.
poem by Randy McClave
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Replaced By a Hasted Waste
Has the season of crooks come to an end?
Are people finally awakening,
To witness these actions as actual sins?
Nothing is gained in fulfillment long term...
When thieves retrieve something,
From others not earned!
Has selfish satisfaction lost its gratification?
Consequences must be repaid,
After pretentions lose an ignored sensation!
There is nothing like reality,
To come to stare in one's face.
Especially when disgrace comes to visit...
And replaced by a hasted waste!
And when these affects start to bleed those of greed,
It's remarkable to see...
The speed at which they are prepared,
To feed those of need!
Hoping a forgiveness unconditional...
Will mask such delayed deeds!
And pleas are heard with every mumbling word,
From a grief perceived that arrives not to leave!
Has the season of crooks come to an end?
Are people finally awakening,
To witness these actions as actual sins?
Nothing is gained in fulfillment long term...
When thieves retrieve something,
From others not earned!
Realizing in retreat,
It is 'their' lifestyles...
And a quality of pampered living,
They have destroyed and now burns!
Everywhere they seem to be suffering!
They can't believe it is now 'their' turn!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man’s domain
Stealing is less a crime than killing.
So is robbing; so is treachery.
Sexual adultery is the deepest.
These are held as sins in man’s domain.
11.112009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Song No One Wants To Hear
Shall we make a song for all man's sins
that no one wants to hear?
Shall we sing it loud and boisterous,
sing it loud and clear?
We could twist the notes and bend them
so they would bring a tear
to atone for all man's sinful ways
and sing it every year.
On days we mourn
On days we fear
On days we hate
when sins are here.
A song to wake up sinful minds
and teach them love prevails,
a song to reach out 'til it finds
the hurt that sin unveils.
Shall we make a song for all man's sins
that no one wants to hear?
Yes, I say, 'Let's make one up
and sing it loud and clear.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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