Bible Stories: Job (Chapter VI)
Then Job replied, ‘my anguish and
Calamity, if be measured,
They would outweigh the ocean’s sands,
And hence, I speak without restraint.
God’s poisonous arrows pierce me;
Arrayed are his terrors on me;
Why should ass wild with grass bray loud?
Do ox with fodder near-by low?
Can you eat insipid, saltless?
Does egg-white have any flavor?
Those are loathsome foods to me;
If only, God, my request grants!
Yet, God could crush me with His Hand;
Still I could exult from the pain,
As I have not transgressed His code;
What strength have I to endure then?
Aren’t there limits for my patience?
Is flesh of bronze and my bone, stones?
Have I no one to advise me?
Friends must be kind when strikes despair.
I can’t depend on my brethren;
They run like dried-up waterways;
Though heaped with snow, and once they flow,
They vanish in the ambient heat!
The caravans that go astray
Into desert, do thus perish;
Though confident, they turn hopeless
And finally feel frustrated.
You have become like-wise to me;
You’re scared to see terrible things;
Have I asked you for anything?
Did I seek gifts that you possess?
Did you deliver me from foes,
Or redeem me from oppressors?
Teach me and I will be silent;
You prove to me wherein I erred.
Your honest words though agreeable,
Your arguments can’t convince me!
Although your words are proof enough,
A desperate man’s words aren’t wind!
You cast lots on the orphan too:
Barter away your friends in deal;
Think over well, I’m still correct,
My tongue speaks sincerely always!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-28-2007
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XXXIII)
Job, let me start my discourse then;
Do listen to my words- hearken!
The words all come spontaneously;
I’ll tell my mind most sincerely
The Lord’s spirit with love made me;
God’s breath keeps me alive truly;
You may refute my statements if
You draw up your arguments stiff.
Behold, I am made from like clay;
Let fear not ever you dismay;
You told that you were clean a slate,
And innocent, until this date!
You’re free from transgressions also
There is not guilt in things you do;
Yet, God invents charges on you,
And considers you as His foe!
He even puts your feet in stocks,
And watches you when you’re in docks;
Let me tell you that you aren’t just,
As God’s greater, and not from dust!
Why then complain against a God,
Who need not give account or nod?
God speaks just once or hardly twice,
But, man perceives not His words wise!
God speaks to men asleep at night,
In dreams and visions, not daylight;
He opens ears of men to warn
Of dangers of the morrow’s dawn.
Thus, man is kept off evil ways,
And pride has no place in his days;
From Eternal Pit, souls, God saves,
And men are withheld from their graves!
Or chastened man is by bed-pain,
And suffering that keeps him sane;
So that he abhors choicest foods,
Avoiding alluring sin-moods!
His wasted flesh can just be seen,
And bones turn weak and very lean;
His soul is drawn nearer the Pit,
As death strikes him before he’s fit!
If lucky still, an angel guides
Him rightly: in God, He abides;
God’s pity helps him escape hell;
In health and wealth, all seems quite well.
His flesh comes back as in childhood;
He prays to God and becomes good;
God favors him and he has joy
Like when he was just small a boy.
He tells others, ‘I did things wrong;
God punished me justly, quite long.
He spared my soul from Pit fiery,
And gave it grace to be wary! ’
Be attentive, O Job, right now;
Hearken to what is God’s great love;
Be silent while I teach wisdom;
You should not miss the Lord’s kingdom!
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Sonnet: Healing Wounds
The wounds of flesh can heal by drugs and care;
Remove agents opposing healing act;
Excision by doctors is something rare;
Yet, nature heals most wounds with time and tact.
The wounds by words of mouth are slow to heal;
The damage caused is incredibly huge;
The pain and misery, we always feel;
In God, we ultimately take refuge.
The tongue can speak most cruel words that hurt;
The ‘bone-less mass’ can move like fox and snake;
It craftily produces lies like dirt;
Consoling words and sounds too, it can make!
Man hurts by words in ways unpredicted;
God heals the wounds of hearts, man-inflicted.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-10-2005
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter VIII)
Bildad, the Shuhite then told Job,
“For how long will you speak such things?
How long will words be strong a wind?
Does God ever pervert judgment?
If your children sinned against God,
He casts them out for transgression;
‘If you would have recourse to God.
And make your supplication dear,
‘If you were pure and upright now,
He would awake and surely make
Your habitation prosperous.’
Although, your beginning was small,
Your future should flourish indeed;
Learn from former generations,
And experience of fore-fathers.
For, we are but of yesterday
Our days on earth are shadow-like!
Shall they not teach and tell you to
Utter words of wisdom from heart?
Can rushes grow without mire?
Can reeds grow without much water?
Yet, in its greenness and uncut,
It withers faster than all grass!
So end, those who forget the Lord,
And hypocrite’s hopes soon perish;
Whose hope is like gossamer thread,
Whose trust like a spider’s web.
One that relies on men can’t stand;
He holds them fast but can’t endure;
He is so green with sap in sun;
His shoots forth beyond garden.
His roots take hold from amongst rocks;
If you disturb him from his place,
It disowns saying, ‘I don’t know.’
And while he rots beside the road,
Out of the earth shall others grow.
Behold, God will not cast away
A righteous man for no reason,
Nor take away the wicked’s hand!
Once more, you will begin to laugh,
Your lips will then rejoice with God;
The ones who hate you, shame shall clothe
The wicked dwellings shall turn naught.”
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-28-2007
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XVI)
Job Answers Again:
So many times, I’ve heard this sort;
Are you trying to me comfort?
Your windy words blow eternally;
Does sickness goad you endlessly?
Like how you talk, I can also;
With chatter, I can strengthen you;
If only, you were in my place,
Your talk could change its inward face!
By speaking, could I check my pain?
If I don’t still, it comes again;
It will not cease or leave me free;
I nod my head just silently.
But Lo! I am so exhausted;
My friends have left me simply stunned;
You speak so openly of me;
I am the prey to His wrath, see!
My foes are happy at my plight;
Their mouths are wide-open to bite;
On cheeks of mine, with insults, smite;
The list, they make, could I ev’r fight?
To impious, God gave me o’er;
In hands of wicked, I suffer;
The peace I had is gone forev’r;
By neck, He dashed me to sever.
I am the target of arrows,
That strike me with ruthless a force;
My sides, without mercy, they found;
He pours my gall upon the ground!
His arrows pierce me without end;
Unarmed am I, how do I fend?
My skin is sack-cloth covered just;
I’ve laid my brow upon the dust.
My face is inflamed by my weep;
Over my eyes, there’s darkness deep;
My hands have been violence-free still;
How sincerely, I pray, though ill!
Then, cover not my blood, O earth!
Let not my outcry end with breath;
Accursed shall be, day of my birth;
My tears to God are not a dearth!
Behold, my witness is above;
My spokesman high will help me prove;
It is my friends who wrong me now;
I pray for mortal’s justice, Oh!
My numbered years are slipping by;
Prepared am I to almost die;
My journey’s one of no return;
Should I until then, earthly burn?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-1-2007
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On New Year’s Eve
Fully obey the Lord;
Thy God can exalt anyone
To levels, undreamt of;
But then,
One must fulfill His commands,
And listen to His words,
Or else,
The blessings could vanish very fast;
One shouldn’t do things for fear of men;
One shouldn’t appease the wishes of the world;
God is the supreme One and expects us to obey His words;
He can change our destiny for the better anytime,
And this lies in our very hands;
Sin is the only impediment to the Lord’s blessings;
We must beware of the wily devils,
And keep the road to righteousness;
Never turn back or go astray;
God makes us fit for mighty tasks;
Abide in Him and follow His code;
Heaven’s blessings rain from the sky;
Pray to Him to remain in godliness.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-30-2006
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. John (Chapter 8)
To Mount of Olives, Jesus went;
He came to Temple in the morn;
The people flocked to Him at once;
He sat and taught them many things.
The scribes then brought a woman caught
In adultery, and made her stand;
They said to Jesus, ‘O teacher,
This woman is an adulteress,
And got caught in the very act.
As Moses commands us to stone
Such women, so, what do you say? ’
They wanted to test Jesus thus;
So they could charge him in some way;
But Jesus wrote something on ground.
They persisted in asking Him,
So, Jesus said, ‘let one of you
Without a sin, then throw first stone.’
Again, He bent and wrote on ground;
Each one of them then left in turns;
The woman stood near Him alone;
Then Jesus asked her, ‘Where are they?
Has no one condemned you as yet? ’
The woman replied, ‘No one, sir! ’
Then Jesus said, ‘Neither do I;
So, go; from now on, do not sin.’
Then Jesus spoke to them again,
‘I am the one light of the world!
Who follows me won’t have darkness;
But will walk in the light of life.’
The Pharisees then said to him,
‘You testify on your behalf;
Your words remain unverified.’
Then Jesus answered and told them,
‘What I speak can be verified,
Because I know from where I come;
I also know to where I go;
But, you know nothing about both!
You judge by looks but I don’t judge!
But if I should, it is valid,
Because I am not all alone;
My Father is with me, who sent; .
But even in your law ’tis writ,
‘Two men’s words can be verified;
I testify on my own stead;
So, does my father who sent me.’
They asked Him, ‘Where is your Father? ’
Then Jesus replied as follows:
‘You neither know me, nor father;
If you knew me, you’ll know Him too.’
He spoke these words in temple ground;
Yet, none did arrest him thus far!
Then He said, ‘I’m going away,
And you will try to look for me;
But you will die in your own sin.
To where I go, you cannot come.’
The Jews asked one another then,
‘Is He going to kill himself?
What did He mean by saying thus:
‘You cannot come to where I go! ’
Then Jesus continued to speak,
‘You belong to what is below;
I belong to what is above;
You belong to this very world;
I don’t belong to mother earth.
If you don’t believe that I AM,
You will then die in your own sins! ’
They asked Him, ‘So, Then, who are you? ’
Then Jesus said, ‘What did I say
From the very beginning then?
I condemn you for things you say,
Because the one who sent is true,
I tell the world what He told me.
They did not know of who He spoke;
He spoke to them of His Father.
‘The one who sent me is with me;
He has not left me all alone;
I always do what pleases Him.’
Many came to believe Jesus.
Jesus said to Jews, who believed,
‘If you remain in words of mine,
You truly will be disciples.
And you will know the truth also;
The truth will set you surely free!
They told him, ‘We’re from Abraham; .
We weren’t enslaved to anyone; .
Why should we then be set afree?
Then Jesus answered all of them,
‘Amen, amen, I say to you.
All sinners are enslaved by sin.
A slave remains not forever;
A son remains in house always!
If son frees you, you’ll truly be! ’
‘I know you come from Abraham
And yet, you try to kill me soon;
My words find no place within you;
I tell you what I’ve heard and seen
My father do in heaven then,
So you may do a similar thing.’
They said, ‘Our father’s Abraham!
Then Jesus told, ‘If Abraham,
His children ought to do his works.
But now, you try to murder me,
A man who heard the truth from God?
Then do you do your father’s works? ’
They said, ‘We aren’t illegitimate!
We have one father, who is God!
Jesus said, ‘If God’s your father,
You would then love me and not kill,
For, I’ve been sent by God to you!
Why don’t you understand my words?
Is it you cannot bear to hear? ’
‘Your father is the devil then;
You carry out his desires;
He was a killer from the start
And loves to hide the truth by lies;
He has no truth in him at all.’
‘He is the father of all lies;
He is a liar by nature;
I speak the truth, you don’t believe;
Can anyone charge me with sin?
So, believe me, I speak but truth;
Whoev’r belongs to God, hears Him.’
The Jews answered and said to him,
‘Are we not right in saying that
You’re a possessed Samaritan?
Then Jesus said, ‘I’m not possessed;
I honor my loving Father;
I do not seek my own glory;
Amen, amen, I say to you:
Who keeps my words, will not meet death’
The Jews said, ‘you’re surely possessed;
Abraham died like all prophets;
Yet, you say we will not taste death?
Are you greater than Abraham?
Are you greater than all prophets?
Who do you think, you want to be? ’
Then Jesus told, ‘My glory’s worth
Nothing if I self-glorify;
But glorifies me, my Father,
Of whom you say, ‘He is our God! ’
You do not know Him; I know Him;
If I say otherwise, ’tis lies.
I know Him well and keep His word;
Abraham rejoiced to see me;
He saw my day and was so glad.’
The Jews then said, ‘You aren’t fifty
And you have seen old Abraham?
Then Jesus said to them, “Amen,
Amen, I say to you; before
Abraham came to be, I AM! ”
They picked up stones to throw at Him;
But Jesus out of temple slid.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-23-2007
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Your Silence
I have spoken long enough
I have spoken well enough
Now let me be silent
And see how Silence speaks
Hear the words unspoken
For you could never speak
And whenever I asked you
All I could ever hear, was:
Your Silence…
Yes, that very Silence of yours
Which sucked all my life out
making me feel miserable
day in and day out
Still I kept holding on,
hoping on and hanging on…
If you could ever speak
Yet you never spoke up
Instead, offered me a challenge
A challenge to a broken heart?
A challenge to a defeated soul?
Oh! How Ruthless you could be…
And still you ever want me
To keep hearing your silence
And make some meaning of it all
I told you long before
Silence never works for me
I am a woman of words…
It might work well for you
So be it, my love…
If that is what you call ‘friendship’
Let you be silent
And me be too
And we can still remain ‘friends’
For if you speak
And I speak too
Who knows, One day
We might become foes…
And I would rather die
A Friend of yours
Than choose to be a Foe.
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Teacher’s Day Poem (A Pot Pourri)
They help us strive for goals;
They give us model roles;
They are such superb souls;
That help sprout ‘student-poles’!
Most teachers teach us well;
We have no words to tell;
Sometimes, they even yell,
When we can’t rightly spell.
A gentle pat on back;
A simple word or whack;
Most teachers know the knack,
To find out what we lack.
They show us how to write;
They tell us what is right;
They taught all to be bright,
No matter what our plight.
And some talk about life;
And problems that are rife;
Be careful with a knife,
And how to tackle strife.
A teacher is so wise;
Most teachers do advise,
To keep away from vice,
And never tell white lies!
They teach us speak the truth;
And guide us in our youth;
In life, they help us smile
And run our earthly mile.
Some teach us how to play;
Some tell us how to say
The twin words, ‘aye’ and ‘nay’
And put us in life’s way.
God bless our teachers dear;
And keep them always near;
Their voices to well hear;
May they in life not tear.
What could our school-life be,
Without teachers lovely?
We love our teachers truly
We’ll miss them all surely!
‘Happy Teachers’ Day! ’ (Sept 5th)
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-31-2008
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What Shall I Give My Valentine?
What shall I give my Valentine?
A bouquet of flowers
Exquisite cards with heart-felt words
Exotic foods and pastries
Greetings by phone or by e-mail
What shall I give my Valentine?
Kisses by the hundreds
Endearing words of love
Piercing looks of silent, ardent love
Togetherness we’d never experienced
What shall I give my Valentine?
Renew our fidelity of love
Modern fashionable dresses
A precious gift of gold and diamonds
Memoirs of love of yester-years!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-24-2007
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The God of Love Speaks to Man…
I gave you hands to grasp and work
With finesse, deftly, and eat food;
I thought you'll fold your hands and pray,
And thank me for the gifts I gave!
But you use hands to hurt and kill,
And do all sinful things your way!
I gave you legs that carry you,
And stand upright and walk my ways;
I thought you'll genuflect and pray,
And thank me for all that I do;
But you tread upon evil paths
And leave my tenets, go astray!
I gave you eyes upon your face
To see the good world I had made;
I thought you'll read the word of mine,
And live your life in accordance.
But you use eyes to see the muck
That spoils your heart and mind and soul!
I gave you ears to hear sweet sounds
Of birds and animals I found;
I thought you'll hear my divine voice
And thank me for the gift of life;
But you hear noise that's deafening,
And songs that satisfy your lust.
I gave you tongue and mouth to speak
Kind words to all and love brethren;
I thought you'll eat the foods you should,
And thank me for the taste of things;
But you speak lies and blaspheme God
And eat substances of abuse!
I gave you mind to think aright,
And wonder how awesome is God!
I thought you'll keep your brain flawless,
And thank me for your reasoning power;
But you take drugs that give you highs
And waste your precious time I gave!
I gave you heart to empathize,
And feel the anguish of others;
I thought you'll have remorse for sins
And ask forgiveness from the Lord;
But your heart harbours evil thoughts
Those wreck your mind, body and soul!
Remember man, I made you out
Of clay but breathed life into it;
And gave a soul and my semblance
To know my love that's infinite;
Love made me make you with great care,
And yearns to have you back wholesome!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-10-2012
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Sonnet: Leave Adamant Souls to God
When all attempts to convince people fail,
And free advice enters only deaf ears;
When words of truth can’t access minds quite hale,
And persons fail to see reasons or tears!
When people live adamant, selfish lives,
And treat others with scorn or ev’n ignore;
When logic fails in heads although like knives,
And wasted seem your words from heart galore!
Just leave such ones to Mother Nature’s lap;
God has His ways of correcting such men;
Allowing extra-time and lots of gap;
If still unchanged, God puts them in a den!
Man’s patience lasts for only short a while;
God’s tolerance is more but ends in style!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-12-2004
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Bible Stories: Ruth (Part III)
Boaz Will Redeem Ruth:
Then Naomi told Ruth one day,
‘Should I not seek security
For you, my daughter, to be well?
Our kinsman Boaz winnows grain
With maids at threshing floor, tonight! ’
‘You therefore wash yourself, anoint
And wear your best clothes and be there;
Don’t tell him who you are until,
He finishes eating, drinking;
You note the place where he lies down;
Go uncover his feet and lie;
Then, he will tell you what to do.’
Ruth promised to obey her words;
She reached the threshing floor and did
All that her mother-in-law said;
When Boaz had his food and fill,
With merry heart, he lay down still;
Ruth secretly went near the man
His feet uncovered, she lay down.
In middle of the night, the man
Got startled, seeing a lady!
She asked her whoever she was.
“I’m Ruth your maid and relative.”
Then Boaz said, ‘Blessed of Lord,
You’ve been kind to not go after
Young men, whether the poor or rich!
Do not fear, my daughter, now,
You’re a woman of excellence;
I’ll do for you whatev’r you ask.
‘There is a closer relative;
Remain this night until the dawn;
If he redeems you, well and good;
If he does not, I surely will;
He told her to lie down till morn.’
He got up early and told them,
‘Let none know that the woman came;
He asked her cloak and measured six
Measures of barley onto it.
Ruth went into the city then;
And told Naomi everything;
She showed the barley that he gave;
‘My daughter, wait’ said Naomi,
The man won’t rest till he settles! ’
Let’s wait and watch how things turn up.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-24-2007
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Words Like Pebbles
Words like pebbles
Thrown down a pond
Will cause some ripples
That go around.
Words like pebbles
Never come back
They sink in people
That they attack.
Words can create
A thousand circles,
Pain resonates
As hurts unfurl.
Words released
Like pebbles drown;
The friendships cease
As they go down.
Hold your words
Hide your pebbles
You cannot afford
To cause the ripples.
The pond is calm
So be blessed
Be friendship's balm
Speak what is best.
'Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise
brings healing.'
Proverbs 12: 18
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Written May 11,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XXXX)
The Lord then said to Job:
Can critics argue with the Lord?
Who corrects, lets him reply God.
Job answered God and said:
Behold, I’m insignificant!
What can I tell God, brilliant?
Over my mouth, I’ve put my hand;
Although, I’ve spoken once, twice and
I’m silent: You can reprimand!
The Lord told Job, out of the storm:
Gird up your loins and speak up, man!
Answer my queries, if you can.
Do you not acknowledge my right?
Do you unjustly condemn, fight?
Have you an arm like that of God?
Can voice of yours thunder like Lord?
Can you adorn in majesty?
Can you be swathed in own glory?
Can you like Him be in grandeur?
Can you radiate your splendor?
Can you unleash your wrath’s fury?
Can you tear down wicked jury?
Or bring the haughty down by a glance?
Or bury them in dust sans lance?
Or jail them hidden for their dance?
If ‘yes’, your hand can save you too.
I made Behemoth like an ox,
To feed on grass unlike a fox;
With strength in loins so much bigger,
And belly-sinews with vigor!
He carries tail cedar alike;
His thigh-bone sinews cable-like;
Like tubes of bronze, resemble bones;
His frame is like iron and stones.
He came on early in God’s ways,
Was made taskmaster in his days;
The produce of the mountains came;
All other wild beasts were his game.
He lay under the lotus trees,
In swamp with reeds and shade and breeze;
The poplars stood around on banks;
He slept, undisturbed like in tanks!
Despite the river’s violent pranks,
He lay in utmost tranquil ranks.
Who could capture him by his eyes?
Who dare pierce his nose with a vice?
Can Leviathan be led hooked?
His nose with rope could not be looked;
None could pierce his cheek with a gaff;
Some tons of food, he used to quaff.
Will such a creature plead with you?
Will he ever turn slave to you?
Will he talk tenderly to you?
Can you with him, play like birds do?
Can you leash him for your maidens?
Can you keep him within a fence?
Could traders bargain to buy him?
Could they divide him by their whim?
Can you stick barbs onto his hide?
His head with spears, can you him ride?
When once you lay your hand on him,
Your life had turned forever grim!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-16-2007
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Friendship Day Poem
I cannot make friends all the time!
I can't keep friendship forever;
I cannot have too many foes;
I cannot live in joys or woes!
A good friend is a life-long thing;
A best friend is something so rare;
But friends are not ideal always;
One's kith and kin matters some days!
Relationship is in your hands!
You can turn something sweet or sour;
Getting a friend is just one thing;
Keep the friendship live and sing!
Take just the best out of this life!
Ignore defects and faults of past;
What you give unto others, speaks;
The wise man for true friendship, seeks!
‘Happy Friendship Day! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-08-12
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Speak the Words
I had enough words to say that I was sorry
I had enough ways to make it go away
But foolish pride has ruined the path before me
I guess the sun can only shine here once a day
I drowned myself in a wave of lost ambition
I filled your world with my hate and disbelief
I trapped my soul in an awkward disposition
And deep inside I hope that no one sees me
Can you feel the pain I hide
I laugh out loud but cry inside
No one's there to save me from my doubt
Cause I don't dare to speak the words out loud
Try to find me in my sorrow
Time won't take away the truth
Can't change the way that we are changing
I hope that we will finally learn to
Can you feel the pain I hide
I laugh out loud but cry inside
No one's there to save me from my doubt
Cause I'm too scared to speak the words out loud
I walk the dessert all alone
No place to rest my mind
The sun is burning in my soul
song performed by by Green Lizard from Identity
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Sonnet: Poetic Limits
Can words depict the true beauty of things?
Can words describe the truth of every scene?
Can words expound the hearts of all earthlings?
Can words decode the joy of things unseen?
Can words bring out the beauty of music?
Can words suffice to explain mysteries?
Can words repaint the beauty of a ‘pic’?
Can words spell out the taste of foods/berries?
And yet, the poet slogs with words and sounds;
With mastery and skills, unique, unknown;
And takes the reader’s hearts to divine grounds,
Or earthly terrains akin to their own.
Kudos to Bards! Who pen and sing supreme,
To create things felt/seen or in a dream.
9-21-2002
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Thanks, Dear Poet Francis Duggan!
When sincere, honest words come from a peer,
Acknowledging a fellow poet’s work,
What joy afills the latter’s heart, Oh dear!
Would not the ecstasy turn him berserk?
The accreditation is charming too;
As words revered come from a heart of love,
And everything mentioned is very true,
I’m sure they’re inspired by God above!
The dedication seems indeed superb;
With foresight that a few poets possess,
The verse appears green like a magic herb!
I pray that God must Francis Duggan bless.
Oh, what a way to laud a poet’s verse!
So, thank you Francis for your poem terse.
Dedicated fondly to Poet Francis Duggan,
As a token of appreciation for his
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Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-10-2006
poem by John Celes
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God, Give Us Rain!
The fields are parched;
The wells are dry;
And people cannot even cry!
Birds chirp no more;
Leafless are trees;
The wind is hot; so's the breeze!
The sun scorches;
Prevails viral disease;
The dam hasn't water to release!
Riparian states have gone to war,
With words of hate pouring from hearts;
Friends turn foes as dharna, strike starts!
This year the drought
Has been severe;
But people need water that's dear!
Each day, the farmers gaze
Upwards onto the sky,
And wish that they did better die!
God give us rain;
Life can't go on if unopened
Remain the flood-gates of Heaven!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-10-12
poem by John Celes
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People Nowadays
At times, I feel the world of people all
Around me, who were quite dependable,
Behave almost like enemies of mine,
And I do not know what to do sometimes!
When people close to you and trustworthy,
Appear to do the things that hurt your heart,
The pain and anguish seems too much to bear,
And the experience is too frustrating!
Then, the rosy world thus far turns gloomy,
And living life seems not worthwhile at all;
I have to just put up with how things are,
As people change unpredictably fast!
Yet, they are not my foes but my dear friends,
Who helped me climb life’s ladder with much ease;
I cannot blame them for how they are now;
I can just pray to God to heal their hearts!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 04-11-11
poem by John Celes
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