How Are My Poems Made?
I get a theme like bolt from sky;
I rack my mind to word aright;
I write it down by scribbling first;
I type it when I find the time;
I wring my heart to add feelings.
I check the rhyme and rhythm fast;
I read aloud to check the flow;
I edit flaws and tinker it;
I read / redo till they look good;
I thank the Lord for His kindness;
That’s the way my poems are made!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-25-2006
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Sonnet: Unique Are My Poems All
Who knew the kind of stuff, I was made of?
Who thought would flow my numbers, this much fast?
And now, the world around me dare not laugh;
As Indian Sonneteer, my spell is cast.
My other poems too are very good;
Simple, direct, they often have morals;
And write most poems in fast-track, I could;
And most of them will bring many laurels.
I writ my poems for all men to read;
They have the answers, they had been seeking;
And some do happen to be hybrid seed;
And they will find many to their liking.
My poems will help them to live better;
And Doctor John Celes is trend-setter!
poem by John Celes
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So Good So Right
This one is special for all the ladies
You never know I was that type of man
So good so right so good so, so good so
right so good so
So good so right so good so, so good so
right so good so
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
But you keep on watching the time,
Wondering what's on my mind
So you say you can't stay too long, cause
You know what I'm all a...
What I'm all about, what I'm all about
I don't have to sing and shout, what I'm
All about
You know what I'm all about
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Yes it's the truth it's the fact, I'm coming
To you straight from
The back in a mastering room style
Don't be shy, don't you lie, look into my
Eye
I'll tell you why, I'll teach you about
Feeling high
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Never before have you seen this, so I say
This feeling sink within my head, oh yea,
Oh yea
Never before have you believe it, so I mean
What I say
You just got to be yourself
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Yea, feel so good about something so
Right could it last another night
A feel so good about something so right
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
So good so right so good so, so good so
Right so good so
So good so right so good s, so good so
Right so good so
Yes it is the strife of my life, to explain
What's in my brain
If you believe what I say, baby, baby
A check in, check in, check check, check in
Check in
Check in, check in, check in, a check in,
Check in, check into my hotel
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
So good, so right, so good, so right, so
Good, so right
So right, I feel so good could it last
Another night
A feel so right could it last another
Night
A feel so good something so right, so
Good
Lord, I said I feel so right
A feel so good, oh could it last another
Night
A feel so right, oh could it last another
Night
A feel so good oh could it last another
Night
A feel so right oh could it last another
Night
So good, o right, so good, so right, so
Good, so good, so right
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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Check My Machine
(Spoken) Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones
But Names Will Never Hurt Me
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat) -
I Got A Woman A Long Time Ago
I Had Trouble
I Want You To See What You Can See
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Ad Lib)
I Want You To Check Check Check Check Check My Machine Check Check Check Check Check My
Machine
(Ad Lib)
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat)
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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’Tis Time For More Miracles, Yet!
When fervent prayers had been said,
For days and weeks or years, perhaps,
And seasons too had changed for good,
’Tis time for more miracles, yet!
When mind had kept the heart in check,
Inhibiting the members well,
And heeded to the conscience first,
’Tis time for more miracles, yet!
When life was Jesus Christ-centered,
And word of God directed life,
And grace afilled the soul made pure,
’Tis time for more miracles, yet!
When storms in life had come and gone,
And Satan’s methods turned futile,
And war with devils had been won,
’Tis time for more miracles, yet!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-19-2009
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Names disappear
You are your own master
As thoughts flow faster
You should worry for none
As you have to go it alone
Let words flow from you mind
They may exactly suit and find
The place where they must affect
Crate the impression and act
They all come from inner strength
As you have picked the length
It may wait for no theme
As they have natural rhythm
You are destined to be bird
So your voice is likely to be heard
Not when you are live and prominently read
But there after when you are gone and dead
Flowers fade and lay scattered
Your poems are remembered and uttered
With all that messages you had planned
Read and reread as they were beautifully penned
Names disappear but not the poems
As they are all meant for them
Someone may adopt it as model
The message will be clear to tell
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poems
Have you noticed
That some poems
Are like touch
And go…
They just flow…
Some others
Are like babies
Throwing
Tantrums…
You keep going
Back to them…
They keep
Pestering you
With their
"Correct Me"
Cries…
You keep
Tweaking them
Here and there…
And everywhere
Till you finally
Get them right!
Exhausted
And drained
You pledge
Not to ever
Return to them.
But how can you
Not?
They are your
Attention-seeking
Babies…
So you cannot
Ignore them.
Hence, often you
Check back to see
If those ‘babyish'
Poems read and
Feel right :)
(Theme: Writing)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Sonnet: God's Own Word
Before I’d read the Bible properly,
I never knew the answers to queries
That appeared right and scientifically,
But quite against the Almighty’s decrees!
The more I read the Bible thoroughly,
The more of wisdom, God appears to give;
No more can devils tempt me cleverly;
The Word of God helps me to rightly live.
The Holy Bible- writ by men o’er years
By Holy Spirit’s wisdom, inner urge;
Allaying spiritual doubts and soul’s most fears,
Protecting man from God’s rod and His scourge!
Man, hear the Word of God and profit much,
For, sinfulness will vanish by its touch!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-19-2006
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Faith in God
Hear the Word of God and faith shall grow;
Faithlessness can’t sprout the seeds you sow;
Without faith, your prayers, God won’t bless;
God wants your soul to be in gracefull-dress!
Without faith, you cannot seek the Lord;
Faith multiplies whenever you read His Word;
The key of Faith’s unlocks God’s heart of love,
And brings the rain of grace down from above.
Do as He bids for God is Almighty;
He uses everyone most mightily;
‘God’s with the righteous ones, ’ the Lord saith;
Heal your body, mind and soul through faith!
Decide on things that God prefers with care;
Faith can help you win a race like a hare!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-09-10
poem by John Celes
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Read Me Like a Book
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
You will find each piece to fit.
Very little of it will be misunderstood.
I am not a one dimensional quick read at all.
I lay it on the line.
You will find I wont allow anyone,
To sit and pick my mind.
I don't waste that kind of time.
Unless,
Of course...
You are divorced from that as well?
Hmmm...
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
You have no idea how much I wish,
To get you hooked.
Craving to salivate.
Drooling!
Each chapter has been crafted,
With some sentiment and pain.
You will find some sorrow and regret.
And some expression of heartache left.
You will discover blemishes and flaws,
With attempts to have them corrected.
Notice I admit imperfection...
With self reflection I don't neglect.
Or regret it is you I wish to impress.
No games of tit for tat I play.
I say what I mean.
Not what you wish to hear me say.
And none of it is from mumbled lips.
I want each word read you 'read' conveyed!
I want what I say in your mind to stay.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
But you will never comprehend...
How long this process took.
Flip through each page,
As if you seek definition.
You will discover I am not perfect.
But freed by a peace...
To solict your complete and total admission.
Willing to show you mended scars.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
I knew you were coming!
That's why it is already open.
Take your time.
I want you to find me an easy read.
Hopefully to collaborate on new chapters.
Together,
You and me.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
Take me with your eyes.
Hold me in your hands.
And bring me close to your heart!
There we are.
Touching!
That's how I like it.
Do you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Earthly Life…
Just take the good in every man;
Ignore the bad things if you can;
The Lord decides each one’s life-span;
Our good / bad are weighed by His pan!
Each birthday tells we’re much older;
With passing years, some get bolder;
God looks into each one’s folder;
One’s heart should never get colder!
We are what we are by God’s grace;
We must not don a mask for face;
No one escapes Almighty’s gaze;
Our bad records we must efface!
The short-cut route is sometimes fast;
It will not however long last;
The present soon becomes the past;
Man’s misdeeds make him an outcast!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-25-2006
poem by John Celes
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Do not read my poems…. [for YOU ]
Do not read my poems…
After I am dead
As a lament, a wail
An elegy, a requiem
Do not read my poems…
After I am gone
When no more I can
Hear your velvet voice.
Do not read my poems…
Alone without me
To comment along
And read with you
But, do read my poems
When I beside you lie
With my head resting
On your supporting arm
Listening to you read
In whisper, in kisses
In silence, in love
In sleep, in dream
Watching you feel
Every word I wrote
I’ll close my eyes - Love
Brush aside my hair
With your breathe
Which half veils my face
Sleepless fevered I wrote
Read me my poems
Now sing me a lullaby
Rock me to sleep
On your broad chest
Diving into your eyes
A thousand times
I am refreshed
By your smile
I’ll write on you a poem
Traced by my fingertips
To be etched in your heart
And burnt into your soul!
So, do not read my poems…
poem by Angelina Pandian
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The Holy Bible
The Bible has the keys to heaven’s gates!
The living God (One most High) speaks, it states;
Its stories are real including dates;
The God of love and goodness, sin, He hates.
The bible tells the ways, Christians should live;
First place to soul’s upliftment, man must give;
The more we read, the more wisdom we get;
The ‘blind and deaf’ will one day much regret.
The Bible speaks of many mysteries;
Old Testament is full of histories;
“Every word will come true, ” the Lord, God says.
The man is saved who well repents and prays!
All men must read the bible’s every page;
When life is lived by it, you turn a sage;
The gospel tells of Jesus Christ’s message;
For men who live in sins, hell is the wage!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-7-2006
poem by John Celes
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New Year Resolutions
Give God the place that’s due to Him;
Spare time to read the Bible well;
Meditate upon the Word of God;
Live as per His expectations.
Have trust in God’s omnipotence;
Pay heed to His warnings in time;
Have God as Friend and Guide all life;
Keep your soul pure always by grace.
Do your duty: Leave the rest to God;
Ask pardon for sins committed;
Serve God: Ignore the world of men;
Walk/ run on ‘the Road to Heaven’;
Be soul-wise in earthly life.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-5-2006
poem by John Celes
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Being A Poet
I find that I can compose a poem best,
When I am out walking, or am at rest.
When I am lying in my bed at night,
I think about what I am able to write.
Or when I’m out walking, or sat on a train,
Words and ideas, all rush round my brain.
Sometimes, ideas just appear in my head,
Or may be a result of something I’ve read.
At fellow passengers, on a train, I take a look;
Some chatter away, while others read a book.
But, me, I’m sat there, quietly composing verse;
With dozens of ideas, my creative mind bursts.
If I compose lines on my way into town,
I repeat them over, until I write them down;
If they are not written down straightaway,
Around my mind, other thoughts then play.
There are many things which inspire me to write,
Such as animals, the seasons, and the sky at night.
If I try to force ideas, they just do not flow;
The poem itself, I find, just will not grow.
I like to write on a layperson’s level;
In too much information, I do not revel.
Having chosen a decent subject or idea,
I then need to get my brain in to gear.
Of a subject, I like to consider all of the aspects,
But I keep my writing simple; not too complex.
To make a poem rhyme, words I may change,
But I only use words that are within my range.
In using unfamiliar words, I can see no point;
A nice poem, tricky words, can really disjoint.
Words, within my head, I keep batting around,
Until the perfect combination, is finally found.
With poetry, I really love the creative process,
But over time, I’ve become slightly obsessed.
Sometimes I find myself talking in rhyme;
That I am a poet, this must be a sure sign.
Of my finished poems, I often feel proud;
One day, I’ll be brave and read them aloud.
Into my swirling head, ideas continue to pop;
I love writing poetry and never want to stop!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Scribbles Transcribed
Some write for glory and for fame.
I write because I am obsessed
and wordplay is my favourite game.
I concentrate on poetry
Because I find it to my taste
and pass my time creatively.
I could not sit and watch T.V
and live my life vicariously.
That would drive me to insanity.
I have a wide vocabulary
which I love to exercise
Harmless but it amuses me.
What better way to pass the time
than writing formal poetry
I do not find it hard to rhyme
I’ll never be a household name
Which does not bother me at all.
I write for fun and not for fame.
My writing will not make me rich
I very rarely publish it
I merely write to scratch my itch.
My pad and pen accompany me
No matter where I choose to go
Though I scribble illegibly.
Record what takes my interest
and jot down anything I see.
When I get home I do my best.
To read the jottings I have made
which is sometimes difficult
as pencilled words tend to fade.
I find that if I persevere
for long enough I understand
enough to make it very clear.
I sometimes wish that I could write
In a clear and cursive script
If I had perhaps I might.
But I am too impatient to write
All of down the things I want to
My scribbling will have to do.
Thank God for printers and P.Cs
So when I post its legible
and you can read my verse with ease.
The feed back which you give to me.
I read with greatest interest.
And it improves my poetry.
My hand writing will never be
capable of being read
by anybody else but me..
(18-Jun-07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Don't Go Too Fast
Verse 1:
Destination nowhere land
Let us find a place where heartaches end
It's good to hold you tight
Just make me surrender
Come on in and find out baby
We got time and hope and dreams enough
So don't you hurry love
Chorus:
Oh baby babe don't go too fast
Feel the rhythm of my heart
Don't you go for everything
I'm not a puppet on a string
Baby babe don't go too fast
Play it cool and make it last
Baby let your feelings flow
Just take it easy - get it slow
Love can be so beautiful
Feel the rhythm of my heart
Verse 2:
It's a "now or never-night"
Baby don't you try to break my pride
I've got magic words:
Together forever
Take away the spell of darkness
Baby come into my world of fears
To kiss away my tears
Chorus:
Oh baby babe don't go too fast
Feel the rhythm of my heart
Don't you go for everything
I'm not a puppet on a string
Baby babe don't go too fast
Play it cool and make it last
Baby let your feelings flow
Just take it easy - get it slow
Love can be so beautiful
Feel the rhythm of my heart
Bridge:
Take a chance on me tonight
Baby look inside of me - you'll see
The flames of destiny
Chorus:
Oh baby babe don't go too fast
Feel the rhythm of my heart
Don't you go for everything
I'm not a puppet on a string
Baby babe don't go too fast
Play it cool and make it last
Baby let your feelings flow
Just take it easy - get it slow
Love can be so beautiful
Feel the rhythm of my heart
Baby babe don't go too fast
Feel the rhythm of my heart
yeah yeah oh oh
Love can be so beautiful
Feel the rhythm of my heart
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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Sonnet: Do Utmost Good
God, wring my heart and drain my emotions,
And let me turn them into poetry!
But let me guide people with solutions;
What’s the use of growing a fruitless tree?
God, milk my veins and let out drops of blood,
Or let it turn into my forehead sweat!
But let me leave my poems ‘fore I’m dead;
Let me thus clear Thee off my parents’ debt.
God, wring my soul: bring out my good deeds all!
Remove all stains of sin and mistakes made;
Let it be pure and ready for Thy call;
But let me do things as Thou bade/ forbade.
God, wring my mind and leave it with thoughts good;
Let them become for good deeds/ acts, a food.
6-1-2001
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: “I am the Lord, Thy God! ”
The Lord has saved my life from death so oft;
How do I thank Him for His kindness great?
He helps in time although my call is soft;
He cared for me so lovingly till date.
He’ as drawn me in the palm of His own hand!
A thousand years is just a day to God;
To righteous souls, He shows His promised land;
To evil ones, He gives His just, stern rod.
How could the universe evolve from naught?
How could life come from lifeless forms sans God?
How could one say ’tis written fate or lot?
Can earthlings ever breathe life into clod?
Can chaos lead to harmony on own?
All things are possible to God alone.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-25-2006
poem by John Celes
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On Finding the The Holy Bible
O God,
If I had found the bible earlier,
How much better it would have been for me!
I wouldn’t have been the kind of guy I’d been
In yester-years, when I was just a lad;
If I had found the bible earlier,
I could have been a much better person
Than what I am just now, in middle-age!
Anyway, Lord, I’m happy I had found
The sacred book at least now; O help me
To read each word and every line clearly
And understand its meaning properly;
And follow instructions given by You,
All through the rest of my life religiously.
And spread the Gospel to the world of men
Remaining ignorant of the one God,
The one, living, Most high and Creator
Of Universe; of things known and unknown.
Whose love alone has given us human form;
With soul and semblance to His own image!
We live on earth and every moment passed,
All by Your kindness, blessings, love and care.
God, help me remember the lines by heart,
Reproduce them spontaneously for life,
So that, I can never sin anymore,
Nor go astray from the Road to Heaven!
O Lord,
The Holy Bible is my food and drink
To my soul, long athirst and hungry;
And yearning for peace and eternal rest,
And freedom from a mad, material world!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-6-2006
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Future of Poetry
Poems I thought had good rhythm and Rhyme,
And a moral good at the end of each;
Good Poems I thought should the test of time,
And remained well within the masses’ reach.
Poems I thought had nice music in them,
With apt words placed in right place in each case;
It was a time for Poetry’s Anthem;
Alas, the art is in for a rat-race!
Modern Poetry that is being writ,
From Prose is hard to ever from it sift;
Slang, vulgarities somehow find a place;
’Tis doomsday for poetry at this pace!
Turned has the Wheel of Time almost fully;
’Tis time to draw water with the pulley!
poem by John Celes
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