Children on the Beach
Most children love to build
Sand-castles on the beach;
And pretty seriously,
They work for such long hours!
Some also draw and write,
By finger on wet soil;
How well they imagine,
And work like artistes fine!
Yet, they are innocent;
They do not know the sea;
The water-waves that come
Wash off their labored tasks.
They never realize
That sand can’t stand for long,
In sun, rain or sea-waves;
‘The foundation isn’t strong! ’
Some do it just for joy;
Some hearts are broken fast;
Some jump with angry feet
–Their toil gone all awaste!
Adults do similar things,
Although, they are aware;
They build castles in air,
And write upon water!
Are not adults stupid
To work with dangers nigh?
And build such flimsy things
That easily gets destroyed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-10-2008
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Sand Castles
Sand castles on the beach,
but still far out of reach
of the encroaching waves
which wash into the caves
like an unwelcome leach.
The tide will wash it away.
Eden will passionately sway
to the rhythm of the wind.
A moment never to be rescind.
Build the castles anyway.
The sand will always be
just sand and infinitely free.
Whether we use it or not,
it will eventually come to naught,
but the memories remain with me.
poem by Suzette Crous
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Dreams, Dreams, Dreams
Most children want to copy adults fast;
They try to dress and talk and walk like one;
They want to do the things what adults do;
But children can’t be adults before time!
Adults dream of their childhood years at times;
They cannot move or speak or walk child-like;
They cannot be innocent like children;
They can’t become children again in life.
The elderly have dreams of their own too;
Oh, how they wish they were younger in age!
They recollect the things they did when young;
Their frames and minds are weaker than they think!
All human beings live in dreams galore;
Most dreams cannot become reality;
Our dreams must be something we can well do;
Too much of dreams don’t help to dash ahead.
Each stage of life can be lived only once;
One cannot go back or ahead in time;
Be happy with whatever you’ve achieved;
Life is so wonderful they way it is!
Just keep your mind and heart as per your age;
Be aware of the limits, risks, you take;
Life shouldn’t be lost even through accidents;
Life is the greatest gift of God to you!
Thank God for whatever you are in life;
Thank Him for gift of human life and soul;
Thank Him for all the things, He’d done for you;
Thank Him for all His love and kindness shown!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-12-2008
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Sand Castles
Once upon a summer day,
I saw a little girl at play.
She sat alone, a boy came by,
Her heart went soaring to the sky.
He asked her to come and play,
We'll build a castle every day.
One day the boy began to frown,
The little castle tumbled down.
Children build castles every day,
But rain can wash the sand away.
poem by Heather Burns
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O Cruel Sea!
No more will I go near the sea!
No more will I stand on a beach;
No more will I live near a shore;
The sea no more looks lovely!
No more will I play on its sands;
No more will I bask in its sun;
No more will I watch ships and boats;
The sea has lost its glory!
No more will I walk on the shore;
No more will I build sand-castles;
No more will I eat sea-fish foods;
The sea has lost its beauty!
No more will I go over-seas;
No more will I adore the waves;
No more will I yearn for the sea;
The sea has lost its sanctity!
No more will I deep-dive for pearls;
No more will I collect sea-shells;
No more will I dream of Blue Sea;
The sea’s a Mass-Grave, watery!
poem by John Celes
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There Is Always A Resolution
the conflicts are the
sand castles
they won't last that
long with the
waves
leveling everything
to the shore
the waves take
what is due
them
the sand castles give
way
and then there is peace
a blank piece
a tabula rasa
that nature offers
to the mind
persistent
on the truth
the open space
the freedom of the
air
the pigeons
moving home
to roost
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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House Of Sand
(words & music by grant - baum - kaye)
Oh you can take a whole lot of sand
And build a castle on the beach
And though you mold it and you plan
Still you got nothing in your reach
One little slip and it tumbles down
One wrong step and it crumbles all around
Like a house without love, thats sure to fall apart
A house of sand is an empty work of art
You can build a tower of clay
But if you ask my advice
Well it is worthless as I say
I got no heart its cold as ice
One little slip and it tumbles down
One wrong step and it crumbles all around
Like a house without love, thats sure to fall apart
A house of sand is an empty work of art
One little slip and it tumbles down
One wrong step and it crumbles all around
Like a house without love, thats sure to fall apart
A house of sand is an empty work of art
A house of sand is an empty work of art
A house of sand is an empty work of art
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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On Wading Into Deeper Waters
Grains of sand,
Under your feet;
Slipping often,
Gives a feel
Of squirming worms
-Instability:
When in water
That’s quite deep!
Drops of water
Make the ocean,
And the lakes
And seas we see.
When once in it,
You can’t stay long;
Your lungs warn you
The need to rise!
Little fishes
Passing by,
Try to nibble
Your legs new-found;
For the swimmer,
Things are fine;
For the novice
-a watery grave!
Neck-deep water
All around,
Makes your head reel
In the noon sun;
And you know not
To where it flows:
A feeling of
Slipping beneath!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-1-2008
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Dreams of the Modern Youth
The dreams that children have these days
Are weird and rather unusual;
Their dreams could change the human race –
Tho’ virtual and so unreal!
The thoughts of children nowadays,
Are wild and look like almost freaks;
Their minds can do the stellar gaze,
And climb the highest mountain-peaks!
Child-prodigies are often born,
Astounding world in many forms;
The halls of fame, their feats adorn,
Creating intellectual storms!
Most modern youth are on their own;
They have their ambitions in life;
They bother not of things well-known,
And accomplishments that are rife!
Even the baby, one-year old,
Can do much wonders than we think;
Today’s youngsters are brave and bold;
Like famous poets, they can ink!
The world today has changed a lot;
The modern youth is pretty smart;
With ease, it takes the highest slot,
And do things with finesse and art!
Let children do whatever they love;
Adults are there to guide them through;
With time, most youngsters well do prove,
And bring accolades, laurels too!
’Tis time, adults realized that
The modern world is great to live;
Their offspring can do all things but
Some wisdom, elders ought to give!
Allow your children’s dreams come true;
The world is fascinating much;
With freedom, youngsters can well do
All things with splendid, magic touch!
Let youngsters dream their dreams their way;
Adults must goad their achievements;
Let challenges come, come what may,
Let youngsters build new monuments!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-1-2008
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Cry Not
hear me
cry not
for pretenders they will
only destroy your dispositions
believe me
some wear masks to hide
their real identity
think wisely never surrender your right
to love and to life
you are just unique
you are the only you
cry not for lost dreams
they are lost anyway
you can dream again a better dream
for there will always be moonlight nights
if not you can dream on a day
you may build castles in the sand
only to loss them with the waves
build castles within the hearts of man
and you will live forever
cry not for days gone
they will never be back in your arms
you can ony taste the memories
but memories are no longer real
live not in desolation and despair
the leaves still hold the morning dew
live today the best way you can
bring out the best in you
for even this is a crazy world
it is still the best world for you
and with all the crazy ideas coming within
there will always be someone
much crazier than you.
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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The old welfare system was hurting people by discouraging work and marriage. Welfare reform, and now this legislation, will build on the understanding that work and strong families are the foundation upon which we build our future.
quote by James Talent
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Working Metaphore
Work is like an island in an ocean of time
Landing on this shore felt like paradise
But the island is small and quickly grows boring
I am standing in the water, looking out as I work
Time passes in portions of half an hour
Wave upon wave of life slipping down the tide-line
I am deciding whether to let go and wash away with it
Or hold on and climb the beach again
How many islands are in this ocean?
I gaze out and see a few just waiting for me
Can I swim to them, will they take me?
In the water between them, is there love lurking?
Changes are on the horizon, as a tsunami
Rolling towards this island invisibly, towards me
None of the islands will survive it, I fear
Or maybe only I will be washed away into oblivion
Tick, splash, tick, splash, wave upon wave of half hours
Carrying me just a little further from the dry sand
Behind me, the managers are calling from the trees
I hesitate for a moment, and let the waves wash over me
Only a few more, and I can swim for a while,
I might ride the changes to a far away place if I'm swimming
In the water I can meet another, to drown my regrets of the last
The waves wash over me, and I wait for the tide to swim
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Sonnet: Adults
Adults are selfish beings of the earth;
Adults don’t forgive/ forget tho’ mature;
Adults are creatures adamant by birth;
Adults are jealous beings, by nature.
Adults have arguing tongues till the end;
Adults misunderstand others with ease;
Adults can neither condescend nor bend;
Adults cannot adjust with/others please.
Adults are sinful in thought, word and deed
Adults are the ones, misguiding the youth;
Adults are beings revengeful indeed;
Adults can speak effortlessly untruth.
Adults advise but remember old fights;
Adults cannot give up their insane rights!
6-1-2001
poem by John Celes
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Build
Clambering men in big bad boots
Dug up my den, dug up my roots
Treated us like plasticine town
They built us up and knocked us down
From meccano to legoland
Here they come with a brick in their hand
Men with heads filled up with sand
Its build
Its build a house where we can stay
Add a new bit everyday
Its build a road for us to cross
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots
Whistling men in yellow vans
They can and drew us diagrams
Showed us how it all worked it out
And wrote it down in case of doubt
Slow, slow, quick, quick, quick
Its wall to wall and brick to brick
They work so fast it makes you sick
Its build
Its build a house where we can stay
Add a new bit everyday
Its build a road for us to cross
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots
Its build
Down with sticks and up with bricks
In with boots and up with roots
Its in with suits and new recruits
Its build
song performed by by Housemartins
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Sonnet: Three-in-one sea-watching
His elder sister, himself and pet-dog
–upon the beach, the three of them standing
Are silently immersed in sea-watching
–a spectacle so awesome despite fog!
The horizon is visible yonder;
The vast expanse of sea is mind-blowing!
Some men in boats are found to be rowing;
Some giant waves rise with noise like thunder!
The sea-water is seen with silver sheen;
The froth moves to and fro, kissing the sand;
The mammoth, majestic sea dwarfs the land;
And, no one knows, how long here, they have been!
Time flies and yet stands still, seeing the sea;
The triune stand engrossed in harmony!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-08-08
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- Doing things
One ought to find the land to build a house,
And get the plan approved and buy the bricks;
But most of all, it must be liked by spouse!
The project must not give you much pin-pricks.
To do a thing, you ought to start somehow;
From scrap and work it up with immense toil;
Let hurdles come; just meet them if you can, wow,
All things will happen; mood never must spoil.
Great things are wrought by labour and struggle;
A mind determined will pull off all things;
'Tis nice sometimes to blow our own bugle;
'Tis worth the joy that finally it brings.
A half finished work, cannot bring success,
Try to do things ahead and in excess.
poem by John Celes
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Footprint on the sand
A Footloose walks on the beach
Let his sand castles waterlogged.
He is sure that no valuable things inside.
Insipid it seems and no way to turn.
His long shadow disappeared with the sunset
And in the moonlight his sachet
The identity is safely landing with the calm waves.
Dedication to Nobodies
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Water
‘Water, water, everywhere;
Mostly unfit to drink;
Rivers, lakes get polluted;
Nobody seems to care! ’
‘Fresh-water is scarcely found;
Most mouths, much land remains so parched;
Much water seems to go awaste;
Whither our earth is bound? ’
‘The glaciers, ice-caps are melting;
Gone down are water-tables;
Fresh-water is sold in bottles;
To where are we earthlings heading? ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-25-2008
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Beach
BEACH
soft, warm sand
smooth sand castles
white birds
salty, blue water
loud, giggly children playing
peaceful vacation
poem by Kera Davis
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Most Modern Youth
Most youngsters want to stand on their own legs;
They cannot accept what some adults say;
They wish to see the world through their own eyes;
They love to live a life of their own make.
They differ from the views what elders give;
Their driving force is curiosity;
Their satisfaction comes from what they do;
What others preach can’t please them anytime.
They want to experience life in own ways;
They choose a path more risky, dangerous;
They think that they can do almost all things;
The sky is only limit for their feats.
Fed up of doing things traditionally,
They veer from paths and terrain much trodden,
And slip into the lanes least taken by
Mankind on earth, although more perilous.
They want the world to leave them to themselves;
Oh, can’t they not dress in dark uniforms?
Like demons, they want horns upon their heads!
No inhibitions shall curtail their lives.
And some wear red garments and dye hair red;
Adults shouldn’t question whatever they do;
They want to sing and dance in newer styles;
Why should one block their sense of achievement?
Yet, what they fail to realize is that
One’s education is to better man,
And make him think in appropriate ways,
Applying will to control desires.
One’s blood is red, no matter what you wear;
The skin-color is just by melanin;
One’s character is built by strenuous toil;
Bad conduct can bring ruin upon all.
Good things that adults say are for their good;
You cannot learn all things through experience;
All maxims, proverbs always tell the truth;
Sometimes, we learn from others’ blunders, faults.
’Tis wrong to think that freedom is curtailed;
All elders want youngsters to be happy;
They do not want their children to suffer;
Advice and rod stems out of intense love.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-1-2008
poem by John Celes
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The Bathing Nymph
-A bathing beauty born to be afloat
On waters blue and still, well nigh the beach
Of forsaken isles, where no man has trod.
The pretty blonde with golden hair looks great,
As sun-beams swathe her raiment through and through;
The conchs and corals of the sea-bed show!
She plays with sea-gulls happily for long;
The water-waves wafting a divine song;
The lovely lass looks lit like fallen star!
The damsel day-dreams, drenched in dawn’s day-light!
There is no prince to woo her to be wife!
The bathing nymph has never tasted strife!
Her life goes on in Mother Nature’s lap!
Each sun-set drives her deep down for a nap;
She‘s up again smiling at break of day!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-4-2008
poem by John Celes
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