God’s work is most perfect
Lying in bed, weak and still,
Victim of an unknown ailment;
My mind looks still clear, I think well,
Of things seen, unseen and Godsent.
Man’s achievements in Science looked good;
But dullened, his conscience stood;
He was after greater glory!
Ignoring God, I felt sorry.
I saw the Master Sculptor’s work,
Which was amazingly perfect;
No doubt, His was the very best;
Our earthly tries, I now detest;
God knows whatever man can do;
His Creator, Man can’t outdo!
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On Human Life on Earth
My arms are not just long enough;
My legs are never swift;
And what matters in men is, Oh,
The grey-mater- God’s gift!
There is an inherent reward
In things of earthly mould;
There’s too innate punishment-card
That comes from God untold!
This is the paradox of life
For men who come from mud;
Men’s decisions are fraught with strife;
They do more harm than good.
The more the frontiers of earth’s science
Advance in many fields,
Man better keep his conscience
In all the things he deals!
Although men may achieve much things,
And God made man for that,
Success in life is what God brings;
Man is God’s mere door-mat!
No matter how much shrewd man be,
He never can outdo,
His Creator more skillfully,
But, God’s Will, he must woo!
When man has reached the far-limit
Of earthly senses, thence,
To further science, he is unfit:
His quest for God begins!
However great a man may be,
Mother Nature’s the best;
When time is spend more wastefully,
Man fails God’s earthly Test!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-25-1999
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Science and Art; Man and God
With time, the Man of Science
When he has eminence,
Obeys his conscience,
Knowing God’s omnipotence.
As he becomes quite old,
The Science that ruled his world
Has transformed into Art!
When time ’tis to depart.
His past is now a dream;
The years like weeks now seem;
Within himself, he smiles,
For having lapped Life’s miles!
When old-age sets no doubt,
If he had won his bout,
His sense of achievement,
Goads him to betterment.
And now, he has the time,
And in his mind the clime,
In Science, now Art so keen,
To seek the God unseen!
The Science he had nurtured,
Looks so much now fractured;
Perhaps, like modern-sex,
It has become complex!
And now in his old-age,
He feels no doubt a sage;
Within his old heart’s page,
Has battle’s much to wage.
The Modern Science, he knows,
Has been perhaps in those
Seers centuries ago
Who had lesser ego!
Vexed, he furthers his Art,
To which he gives his heart!
And sees the God he sought,
All through his life so oft!
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Glory To God; To Men Good Will!
Opposed to Jewish Temple-rites,
Strange to the lore of Greece,
That message comes from starry heights,
A key to lasting Peace.
What-e'er our creed, we own its thrill —
'Glory to God; to men good will!'
Though Art may strive for utterance yet,
And Science grope her way,
A wider zone of thought is set
Where shines the perfect day;
A motive passing earthly skill —
'Glory to God; to men good will!'
For let the wise and prudent know,
As trustful children would,
That oracle of long ago
Contains the Greatest Good;
Unvex'd by doubt, unmix'd with ill —
'Glory to God; to men good will!'
A wiser world grows sick of strife,
Of mockery dearly bought;
And man, achieving truer life,
And brave, unselfish thought,
That high behest shall yet fulfil —
'Glory to God; to men good will!'
So lies millennial peace in reach,
While empires rise and fall;
For, age on age, and new to each,
That glad prophetic call
Comes pealing down the cycles still —
'Glory to God; to men good will!'
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Son of the Soil, Congrats!
O Son of the soil, you have achieved greatness!
Your labour, perseverance helped you much;
But grace of God was signal for your feat;
Remember, greater things are wrought by God!
Let money not become your guiding force;
Let love of lucre, not decide life's lanes;
Let doing good deeds take the upper hand;
Let sense of values, principles remain!
The welfare of the common man is prime;
The sufferings of the poor must be lessened;
The master must be servant to turn great;
Mere earthly glory shouldn't be our life's goal!
Another feather in your cap has come;
Another rung in life's ladder, you climbed;
There are more things to accomplish in life;
So, you must stay level-headed life-time!
'Wish you many more grand achievements in life! '
From Dean, IRT PMC & H, Perundurai
Copyright by Dr John Celes 20-07-12
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Rely On God Always
When future seems a bit bizarre,
And hope and faith in God wavers,
Our God who stood by us thus far
Neither abandons nor forsakes!
Life brings in its wake ups and downs;
Sometimes, they come in sustained ways;
Self-confidence is low at times;
We wonder if God will not help!
But then the truth is contrary;
God is our only trusted friend;
He is most loving, caring one,
Who meets our needs on time, His way!
Our human minds do always doubt
About our earthly achievements;
But success need not always come
To those who persevere and toil!
So, what if sometimes things go wrong?
Our minds are not perfect in maths;
All risks are not discernible;
None can predict the future well!
Our Mother Nature is supreme;
God is the Master of all things;
He loves His best creation - man!
And wants his soul back in pure form!
Worrying is not the right answer
To numerous problems on earth;
Our faith in God should not dither,
Despite all odds that crop at times!
So, trouble not your worried minds;
Leave all worries with God to solve;
His heart of kindness and of love
Knows human needs, weaknesses, strength!
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An uncertain stage
Uncertainty in mind may puzzle
clouds may hover and rain may dazzle
it may do the work for rest
why not we deliver the best?
i do take it as test
act as per conscience whichever comes first
no double mind for what to do
you have to think fast and go through
it is not good to have double mind
something you have to think and find
it must make headway and take you along
it must make aware of what is right and wrong
It may not go well with the time
Still you may not be committing the crime
It may upset you in that particular moment
But still you have clear mind not to resent
It is better not to involve when mind is not clear
You may have all the some hidden fear
It may not allow you to come out clean
It may not be clear case to win
Well, see to it that it appeals you first
If you think clearly it will not land you in worst
You may have enough time to maneuver
You will find the space as good mover
It is nice to think always good
It may keep you In happy mood
There is conscience hurdle and repentance
Whatever comes is real and in presence
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Master of Music
Glory of architect, glory of painter, and sculptor, and bard,
Living forever in temple and picture and statue and song, --
Look how the world with the lights that they lit is illumined and starred,
Brief was the flame of their life, but the lamps of their art burn long!
Where is the Master of Music, and how has he vanished away?
Where is the work that he wrought with his wonderful art in the air?
Gone, -- it is gone like the glow on the cloud at the close of the day!
The Master has finished his work, and the glory of music is -- where?
Once, at the wave of his wand, all the billows of musical sound
Followed his will, as the sea was ruled by the prophet of old:
Now that his hand is relaxed, and his rod has dropped to the ground,
Silent and dark are the shores where the marvellous harmonies rolled!
Nay, but not silent the hearts that were filled by that life-giving sea;
Deeper and purer forever the tides of their being will roll,
Grateful and joyful, O Master, because they have listened to thee, --
The glory of music endures in the depths of the human soul.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Sorry I Am Not Perfect
I'm sorry for lying
I'm sorry for trying
I'm sorry for crying
I'm sorry for dying
I'm sorry Mom
I'm sorry Dad
I'm sorry for being bad.
I'm sorry not being a good lad.
I'm sorry for disobeying
I'm sorry for being dishonest
I'm sorry for being so churlish
Although I never said sorry
This is one way for being so naughty.
I may not be the perfect daughter.
I may not be the perfect sister.
I may not be even a perfect friend.
But I am not a perfect women.
My body isn't perfect.
My speech isn't perfect..
My work isn't perfect...
Why aren't I perfect?
poem by Monica Rose
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Sonnet: The Futility of Man’s Labors
The ‘why’ of many things is still unknown;
The ‘how’ of certain things, puzzle remains;
The ‘where’ of many things is lesser known;
The ‘when’ of certain things, waxes and wanes.
Most earthly matters are not lucid still;
Most divine things are known not in the least;
Most human achievements are by the ‘will’;
Most natural phenomena aren’t yet pieced.
Sojourn of man on earth has done nothing;
Life-span of man is too short to achieve;
It matters not whether pauper or king;
The man of wisdom does in God believe.
The greatest feats of man on earth are naught;
Compared to Nature, man’s work is a dot!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-13-2008
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Sonnet: On Conscience
The modern man ignores his conscience,
And does much things against it if need be;
And thereby forgets God, believing Science,
And tries to be worldly-wise mostly.
God-given conscience is always right;
At times, man's judgement goes wildly amiss;
His inner voice guides man to see God's light;
His perspective of worldly things and bliss.
One can be blind of eyes and reach Heaven;
When blind to conscience, you can't see God;
Love God by serving His unfortunate men,
For souled are we to glorify the clod.
Blest is the man who acts per conscience;
You can't serve God and men by just man's science.
poem by John Celes
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Patch-Up
His dog was home Alone
He didn't even have a Bone
He layed there, with big sad Eye's
Waiting for his master and his Lie's
His master Staggered In
Really stinking of Gin
Began to tell his Dog
He's late because of the Fog
Now the Dog began to Grin
He knew lying was a Sin
He looked at his Master
And saw a Big Disaster
The night was clear as a Bell
No fog for miles, as he could Tell
So his master did Lie
I guess this would be Good-Bye
The dog packed his Bags
And got all his Tags
Snook out the back Door
Didn't want to see his master Anymore
That Dog did the best that he Can
And the Master was a real bad Man
So that dog took off, for the better Life
And with that bad Man he would have no more Strife
Two years later the Dog Reappeared
He was expecting the worst, he Feared
But that bad man had cleaned up his Act
And had a wife now, as a matter of Fact
Now that Dog had a big Smile
And waiting in the back all the While
Was the dogs new 'wife' and 'Pup'
Yes, there all together now, a Great Patch-Up
P.S. And they all had a Merry Christmas, and lived happily ever after.....
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Clear My Mind
I'm pushing too much pressure on me
I'm so tired because I'm doing so much
I just want it to go away
Clear my mind
Of all things that are negative
Try not to do so much
Focus on important things
Other things can wait
I need to have fun
Enjoy life out there
I can work hard and have great time
Clear my mind
That has bad impact on me and makes me shatter
I need to run and listen to music
Clear my mind
I hate feeling stress out and exhaustion
I'm eating right and try to get exercise
I'm going dropp off things I don't really need to do
I want to feel happy and alive
I want to have energy and have good time
Like I used to in my life
I need a break from everything I do
Once in a while to let it all
This is too much to handle
My head is hurting so much
I just want to scream
I want to
Clear my mind
poem by Christina Phan
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Sonnet: God Knows Best
God told to ask and it would be given;
I do not know whatever’s good for me;
Before I ask, devils be out driven;
My body, mind should be of sins afree!
God knows my wants and so, I do not ask;
He cares for me and loves me dearly too;
But doing things to God is not a task;
So, pray we must: our duty we must do.
God does most things, much miraculously;
He knows the ideal time to tend to needs;
We must not think of things always earthly;
For Heaven’s sake, we must do more good deeds.
God knows the devils’ schemes unseen and seen;
Our Good shepherd knows where the grass is green!
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Talking to God
O Lord, my God, I am a sinner too!
Many a time, I have sinned against You;
No doubt, You’ve given me a newer role;
The things that happen aren’t in my control.
Weak is my frame and weak as well, my will;
I can’t depend forever on my skill;
Tell me O Lord, when things will quite improve;
I am afraid I could make the wrong move.
Without Your help, I am always a naught;
This life on earth is with much danger fraught;
The way things happen makes me disgusted;
This earthly gold, silver too get rusted!
You are my Master; I’m Your servant, Lord;
To stray away from You, I can’t afford;
You are the light that brightens my life dark;
O let me walk thine way and keep my mark!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-5-2009
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God
If to hold life
With its beauty
And qualities
Is religion!
God, where are you as a creator?
If we have doubt in
Hell and heaven
But believe in you
Without those
What creator are you?
If we are born
Again, again
Due to our sin
Then who resides in
Hell and heaven?
Matters are to be seen
As they are creation,
They want to see you,
As the creator too.
Unseen is nothing to them
So they accept creation
Without the creator,
God, be spontaneous and automatic
Behave like infinity
Without start and end
As they created this logic
Behind the creation!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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What Do Good Works Do?
What will a good life do for you, when your earthly life is through?
All the good you proudly say, you’ve done for men along the way.
Good deeds by men can be good; however it must be understood,
That our works won’t take the place, of The Lord’s amazing Grace.
Good works friend play no part, of God’s true conversion of a heart.
Your good works may be in vain, if you do not embrace The Name,
The only name in Heaven raised, by which all men must be saved.
Will all your good works of the past, well into eternity forever last?
Or will they be buried along side, your earthly body that also died?
Are you ignoring God’s Love, working your way to Heaven above?
Forgetting what God has done, by sending His only begotten Son.
We’re not saved by good deeds, but by God’s work upon Calvary,
His finished work on the cross, through Jesus saves all those lost.
For it is His Grace that saves us, when in Christ we place our trust.
Was the good work in your life, done for the glory of Jesus Christ?
Good works won’t move the Lord, if Christ His Only Son is ignored.
Do your works match the price, paid on the cross by Jesus Christ?
When you accept Jesus Christ, God’s works will flow from your life,
Works prepared for all who believe, that will continue on in eternity.
When your works are of The Lord, you will inherit an eternal reward,
Don’t you want to see your works, turned by God into eternal perks?
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Power Of The Creator
Can’t even come close…., compare Him to none….,
He is the master…., primo, number one….,
The best is alright…., but He’s far greater….,
It’s impossible to match the Power Of The Creator….! ! !
He’s built the universe…., and is life’s stimulator….,
Superhuman in strength…, with no imitator…..,
No one can exceed the Power Of The Creator…,
The awesome…., incomparable…, unbelievable….,
Power Of The Creator…! ! !
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Fate and Conscience
In one corner sat my conscience
In the other stood my fate
My conscience it called out to me
Asking to negotiate
But fate refused to listen
And I lay right there between
The nagging of my conscience
And the seductiveness of dreams
When fate began to listen
And conscience ceased to rail
Against all of my weaknesses
Asssuming I would fail
Then peace fell full amongst us
And these players took their place
As artefacts of reason - not fundamental to the soul
And I stood tall amongst them
And finally felt whole.
poem by David Keig
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The Living Loving God
Who put the boulder on the mountain top?
Who seeds the shrubs to grow on hilly sides?
Who brings the water gushing from the rocks?
Who paints the rainbow on the rainy sky?
It is the awesome God, our Creator!
The incredible perfect One Master!
Both birds and insects learn their flight from Him;
He fills the righteous vessels up to brim!
The Master sculptor, painter and Maker!
Upon His toy, He breathed life into man!
He only knows each person's true life-span;
He makes a pauper, king, and vice-versa!
He housed the snail within its own shell-home!
He gives the worst sinner, heaven's welcome;
He speaks to flora, fauna that look dumb;
He bestows all His creatures with aplomb!
O glorious God! Why can't all men know You?
Most magnificent are all things You do!
Only the fool cannot have faith in God -
The universe's only King and Lord!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-06-12
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The good Samaritan
The Good Samaritan
Suddenly there occurs an incident,
‘Tis a harrowing gory road accident,
The man affected, is on the mid-road, bed,
Lying helpless and bleeding from his head.
His mo-bike is smashed from the ride,
And his belongings all strewn aside.
The passers-by for a view encircle him,
Curious at the happening so grim.
Many a vehicle did zoom past,
None did halt for they hadn't any heart.
A renowned, reputed and lauded man,
Too passed by in his popular van.
People around rushed to him for help,
But he turned aside and gave a yelp.
There came forward a person, guileless,
And spotted the man lying forlorn and helpless.
He instantly swung into operation,
Gathered all the strewn things with precaution;
Dialled the ambulance for immediate action,
And proceeded to phone the victims' relation.
He accompanied the victim to the hospital,
Paid necessary amount and secured attention, vital.
When the victims ‘ relations arrived, in fact,
He handed over all the belongings in tact.
The doctors were happy with their medical cover,
As the patient was brought within the golden hour.
Soon the victim came back to life as a re-birth,
And every one heaved a heavy sigh of mirth.
As all turned to profusely thank the unknown man,
And to make good the fees which from his pocket ran,
The good Samaritan was nowhere to be seen around;
He acted just as per his goodness and conscience sound!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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