And Still People Smoke!
All know-“Smoking is injurious to health”
The label on cigarette-packs too says!
And this is just the legal requirement;
To sell Tobacco in so many ways!
The walls are painted in such wondrous hues!
That captivates the mind of any soul;
The advertisements are cleverly done,
That reaches hearts of everyone- prime goal.
The smoker is soon slave to Tobacco!
The magic works in any type of clime,
Relaxing minds and taking stress off work;
The habit turns addiction in short time.
While planes and trucks carry the poison leaf,
The air gets polluted- anyone’s guess!
The unwary souls breathe and invite grief;
Lung-Cancer takes its toll in much excess.
While Academies discuss key-issues,
The world remains confused by smoke-hazards;
Who cares about the lives unfairly lost,
Though dangers are highlighted by ev’n Bards?
12-09-2003
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Sonnet- Stop Smoking, Could You Please!
Oh listen Sir, Oh listen please, will you?
“Cigarette smoke is injurious to health”,
And in the stages last what can you do?
Life pathetic turns, despite all your wealth.
Enough’s is enough, please draw the line, will you?
Give up your smoking habit, Now, today!
In life, there are much better things to do;
I plead to you to follow what I say.
All men on earth are imperfect, may be;
Our body, God gave us is so sacred;
It is not late to cease smoking- Be free;
Beware the Killer can pronounce one DEAD.
Oh listen Sir! cease smoking now, TODAY!
This is my Warning, Please and how I say.
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Anti Tobacco
Walking down, I see half- burnt killer pipes,
Lying on the streets, after hurting many lives..
The silly lips who touch the burning devil,
Are to be dead soon, can't sign even their 'will'!
I see the teeth chewing the tobacco products,
In the surroundings of the stores of betel nuts..
There's one each in the corner of every street,
But dozens of people gathered around for the treat!
When it is printed on the box itself,
That smoking is injurious to health..
Why dare to smoke with a sip of tea?
And compete with the smoke clouds; How pleasing to see!
The Government fell through to make them aware,
They carry on smoking; None does care..
The roll of paper is burnt even by boys of sixteen,
To face the fatal consequences of nicotene..
One day, like the cigarette, your face would burn,
Diseases, cancers and then it is Death's turn..
And when you're being wished farewell on your deathbed,
Nothing but tears will reveal you regret..
One would ask 'How can you make the Death Prediction? '
I say, ' I'm clever enough to know the results of this worst addiction! '
For the sake of mankind, I would like to advise,
'Leave smoking, Behave wise! '
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I'm Sick Of It
I'm sick, sick, sick of cigarette addiction
I'm sick of movies and their dishonest depiction
That smoking is glamorous, sophisticated and cool
When what it really is is something that rules
The cigarette addict from morning to night
And all the hours in between, they can never take flight
From the constant nagging fear that they must inhale the fumes
Of a deadly poison that will lead them to their doom
A cigarette addict can barely do a thing
Without a cigarette, it's got them on a string
They have to smoke it now, it just cannot wait
And then, another and another, they've really taken the bait
A cigarette addict is as helpless as a lamb
On a frosty hillside with no mother to keep it warm
Their mind is so confused that they actually believe
A cigarette is their saviour, they are so deceived
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
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One of the things you learn being in the public eye is that you have the ability to raise awareness about serious issues, and, in the process, really help people. I've chosen to get the word out to women, especially young women, that tobacco is not glamorous - it's addictive and smoking takes a serious toll on your health.
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I'd Like To Teach The World To Smoke
(parody of 'I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing')
I'd like to build the world an addiction
And furnish it with pain
Grow tobacco leaves and more tobacco leaves, people's got smoking on the brain
I'd like to teach the world to smoke
In perfect harmony
And grasp it slowly round the neck, laughing as it choked
I'd like to see the world for once
All addicts a gasping, choking mix
And hear them echo through the hills Oh, where's my latest fix
(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony
I'd like to teach the world to smoke
In perfect harmony
I'd like to build the world an addiction
And furnish it with pain
Grow tobacco leaves and more tobacco leaves, people's got smoking on the brain
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony
I'd like to strangle it in my arms and make my company money
(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to see the world for once
All addicts a gasping, choking mix
And hear them echo through the hills Oh, where's my latest fix
(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony
(Sydney, Australia - 2007)
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Ned’s Delicate Way
Ned knew I was short of tobacco one day,
And that I was too proud to ask for it;
He hated such pride, but his delicate way
Forbade him to take me to task for it.
I loathed to be cadging tobacco from Ned,
But, when I was just on the brink of it;
‘I’ve got a new brand of tobacco”, he said –
“Try a smoke, and let’s know what you think of it.”
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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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One Cigarette
No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
poem by Edwin Morgan
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Give Up Smoking Tobacco
A traveller walks with crutches,
passing by me with one leg stretches,
Other leg amputated above the knee,
Enquired I, Why? How?
Said he, one toe became black,
Reduced blood circulation to the little toe
and circulation to adjacent toes
also getting cut;
The history is that he was a smoker
of Beedi - rolled tobacco leaves -
Smoking of Beedi leads to narrowing of blood vessels
supplying the toes, results in clotting of blood;
The toes get gangrenous,
tissue death extends towards the hip
necessitating in amputation
of toes to midthigh;
Give up smoking tobacco
to escape from death of tissues
and removal of toes and lower limbs,
GIVE UP SMOKING TOBACCO!
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Sonnet: Smoke
Look, smoke billows from chimneys of houses,
And factories, coal-engines and wood-ovens;
From cigarettes/ cigars of both spouses,
And exhaust fumes from vehicles, so dense.
What patterns it can form in air that’s still!
A feast to watching eyes that observe it;
And soon the air is full of smokes that kill,
And smokers blow patterns by mere habit.
Yet, few think of the hazards posed by smoke;
Both plants and animals suffer a lot;
In men, it causes cancer, infarct, stroke;
Much deleterious things by smoke is wrought.
Shouldn’t we reduce the smoke levels in air?
Endangering children’s lives is quite unfair.
6-30-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Sonnet: Healthy Living
Man, blame thyself for all new maladies,
Afflicting us and newer ones that come;
Just learn to work from Ants and honey-bees;
A healthy life of body, mind welcome.
Diseases most stem from our laziness;
The excess speed of work can cause some more;
Luxury is not same as happiness;
Man’s venturous heart and lifestyles make the core.
The environs polluted is one cause;
Stress, accidents, cancer, old age can kill;
The cure evades and man is at a loss;
The mind’s ‘milieu’, body and soul are ill.
Reset your life and try to be healthy;
Good body, mind and God make one wealthy!
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Sonnet: The Name of Jesus…
The name of Jesus gives us grace anew;
The name of Jesus cures minds of evils;
The name of Jesus portrays divine view;
The name of Jesus drives away devils.
The name of Jesus works great miracles;
The name of Jesus brings solace to all;
The name of Jesus flashes parables;
The name of Jesus makes a clarion call!
The name of Jesus wards off dangers great;
The name of Jesus acts like holy knives!
The name of Jesus changes sad a fate;
The name of Jesus saves all sinners’ lives.
The name of Jesus will convert a soul;
The name of Jesus leads souls to God’s goal!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-5-2006
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But It Makes Me Lots Of Money
Cigarette addiction kills people
But it makes me lots of money
It ruins their health
But it makes me lots of money
They cannot breathe properly
But it makes me lots of money
Their addiction causes them misery
But it makes me lots of money
A trillion cigarette butts pollute our earth daily
But it makes me lots of money
Cigarettes cause fires which burn many people to death
But it makes me lots of money
Parents buy cigarettes when their children need to eat
But it makes me lots of money
Cigarette smoke fills our bars and nightclubs, very unpleasant
But it makes me lots of money
Dirty ashtrays are disgusting
But it makes me lots of money
Why are you allowed to promote and sell such a disgusting product?
Because I've got lots of money
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
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Beware of Satan, the Deceiver of the World
Satan deceives the world for long
As Gospel's truth aren't known to all;
He uses Christian rituals, rites,
Doctrines and laws to delude souls!
The evil spirit Satan thus
Enters the souls afilled with sin,
Pretending as Holy Spirit,
Duping even Christians with faith.
Satan can quote the scriptures well;
He uses name of Lord and God;
The Tempter is a ‘born' Liar;
And steals souls en way to heaven.
Receive the Holy Spirit then,
By knowing Gospel entirely;
And let Him dwell within always,
Enlightening your soul with grace.
False preachers in this world abound,
Who try to interpret the Word,
By creating ‘mass hypnosis',
And making people to convulse.
Loud hymns and intonations work
Illusions, magic, transient ‘cures',
Taking the minds and hearts to heights,
As if God has anointed one.
The Bible is the Word of God;
A heart with sin can't work like Christ;
Only a soul that's cleansed off sin
Can do the things, Jesus akin.
The Holy Spirit cannot dwell
In persons who have little faith,
In sacred words that Bible tells,
And live their lives as per God's Word.
A sustained life of prayer's first,
To follow foot-steps of Lord Christ;
A soul that's kept sin-free always
Can make the Holy Spirit stay.
The Holy Spirit dwells in those
Who have repented for their sins,
Renouncing Satan's pomps and works,
And never follow his vile ways!
No human act or endeavour
Can do miracles on one's own
But grace of God, prayer-obtained,
Alone can heal afflicted men.
For grace of God, strong faith is prime;
Fasting, prayers make life sublime;
Good deeds and charity are next;
All stem from love of Jesus Christ!
God sees the minds and hearts of men;
If body must be God's abode,
It should be freed of every sin,
And stay that way until one's death.
Beware of false teachers, prophets,
Who claim to see Jesus, Angels!
For, God was never seen by man,
From ever since the world began!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-09-2012
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Stress
When stress gets me, I’m not alone;
It strikes almost everyone;
Be they my kith or kin or spouse,
Relatives, neighbors near my house.
When stress attacks, I’m not alone,
It affects all known / unknown;
Be they friends or strangers or foes,
In office, class-room or indoors.
When stress hooks me, I transmit it
To those around by habit;
It spares no one, however great,
Almost everyone is its bait!
When stress gets me, I avoid it
And train my mind to remain fit;
Worrying, hurrying will not suffice;
Stress is a leading, lethal vice!
When stress gets me, I ignore it,
Expecting things to ease a bit;
A certain stress is good for health;
Ov’rstress is bad as excess wealth!
When stress gets me, I’m angry;
My house-hold pets too go hungry;
My garden plants get no water;
My world gets shrunk- it does matter!
When stress gets me, I can’t sleep;
Engulfed’s my heart in sadness deep;
I must relax/ do exercise;
This is the distressing device!
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Sonnet: My Poetry’s New Mission
My Poetry has reached a happy state!
A missionary zeal, it has infused;
Perhaps, it could change many others’ fate
For good, whose minds and hearts remain confused.
Invigorate my pen much more, O God!
And let its magic ink become new words,
And let it change the hearts of men from clod,
Who seem to forget God and go like herds.
Strengthen my Will, O God, I pray still more,
And let my mind’s eye foresee man’s new roles;
Let me prevent his ruin to the core;
Help me O God, from devils, save more souls.
The world needs more shepherds to tend thy flock;
Enroll me God: let me work round the clock!
6-9-2001
poem by John Celes
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Life’s Uncertain but…
Not all the buds become flowers;
Not all flowers turn into seeds;
Not all the seeds turn into plants!
Not all the plants live long enough.
Why someone commits suicide?
–we really can never know;
But let us not blame him alone,
For ending life, ahead of time.
Not all need do things all alike;
Not all get chances equally;
Not all get similar environs;
Not all need succeed all the time.
Some do decide in ways unique;
Some take risks that others will not;
Some aim and dream much differently;
Some cannot bear failures in life!
Let us not judge the next person;
Let us not make fun of their acts;
Let us not find fault with others;
Let us not misunderstand some.
Whoever is perfect on earth?
Whoever takes right decisions?
Whoever can make predictions?
Whoever knows when one’s life ends?
’Tis sad to hear of suicides;
May be, they have pressures within;
May be, they have ample reasons;
May be, they feel, they’ve done aright!
The stress and strain of life are much;
We must be tolerant always;
Yet, life can give us surprises;
Sometimes, we cannot bear the shame!
But youngsters need to lessen stress;
They must act wisely in distress;
Life has its joys and woes admixed;
Life brings us crosses, laurels too!
Remaining sane is duty prime;
We must not work in hasty ways;
Harsh decisions may be deferred;
Emotions should not rule our mind!
Most problems can be solved with time;
A bit of patience does the trick;
Advice from others works magic;
Why cut the thread of life with ease?
Youngsters must talk to wise elders;
They must not have pent-up feelings;
They must not live with heavy hearts;
Life has more joys to give than woes!
Life’s attitudes must be correct;
Don’t make moot decisions in haste;
Anticipate set-backs in life;
Our life is worth living it full!
Place God within your hearts and minds;
Pray for His help when things go wrong;
Your conscience tells you what is right;
Let darkness not pervade life’s light!
Life is to live the way God wants;
Life is to live most righteously;
Life is to tread the heaven’s path;
Life is to reach God with soul pure!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-10-10
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Smoking Serves a Host to Cancer
I was shocked to hear,
' Do you mind if I smoke? '
from a white boy in Melbourne Station
as I never heard it anywhere before
from people boasting of civilized manners.
The single moms here wanting a partner
say about themselves in plain:
' I smoke one or two times
and drink a glass of wine a day.'
Fine and frank wives they will be.
'Does smoking enhance your manliness? '
I asked him and he responded with a smile.
I gave up smoking
when my first grand child
told me of some bad smell
coming out of my mouth.
when I tried to revert
to that gentle habit after a gap,
a sense of vomiting, I felt
and said bye to it once for all.
Neither did I smoke in toilets
nor I blew plumes of smoke
on the faces of friends and elders.
Some boys say, they feel brave,
if they puff on cigars in open.
Some breathe out rings of fumes
before the girls waiting for the buses
but the girls these days exhale
curls of smoke to shock them.
A close friend of mine
who had been a chain-smoker
got the acquaintance of a sage
and was taught a fact of life:
' Lose one thing to gain another'.
so he has kept of smoking cigars
and brought in smoking marijuana.
He inhales the fumes into his lungs
and exhales through oral and nasal ways
to inflict a multi-pronged assault
on his fellow disciples.
Our boys feel elated being adored
for their smoking and gambling skills.
Once they serve a host to cancer
friends too won't pay a visit
to see them breathing last in tears.
Their souls will struggle to escape
from the engulfing fumes of cigars
and no more chance for them
to jiggle in bed or giggle in life.
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Doctor, You Must Beware!
Doctor, do you play God?
Your work is but slip-shod;
Patients call you just sod;
Are you a demi-god?
You care for lives galore,
Or waste your time sea-shore;
You work like a bee-hive;
If not, patients’ lives nose-dive!
Lives lie in your skill’d hand;
You wave a magic-wand;
You can postpone their death,
But not for long, I bet!
You may advise others
On health aspects, brothers;
Modern day stress can kill
And make anyone ill.
Moderation’s the best;
Common-sense makes up the rest;
Prudence is much better;
Spirit does too matter.
What the use if you can save
A hundred lives but rave?
For more is being lost
And none can afford the cost!
When wealth, you had sought,
A car, a house, you bought;
Had children and a wife,
Spared no time for own life!
You ate sans exercise;
Then came sudden demise;
You must forget your lands;
Your life is in God’s Hands!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-26-1999
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