Man’s Wasted Pelf
Man squanders money in space;
Man puts big sums in futile wars;
Man wastes huge amounts to kill;
Man wastes big sums to get an easy thrill!
Man spends a lot in abortions;
Man spends for keeping vices alive;
Man wastes time to earn ill-got wealth;
Man has no time to keep his health!
And coffers remain empty;
Tax-money goes down the drain;
Budget is pilfered for kick-backs;
And debts keep mounting up steeply.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-12-11
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Blame It On You
Shes got pizzazz
Like a razzmatazz
Id like to slide it in
But where do I begin
Wastes all my money
Spends all my time
I aint got no luck
Cant change her mind
Chorus:
Blame it on you
I cant stand up
Blame it on you
Im keepin my mouth shut
Blame it on you
I cant see straight
Blame it on you
Uh-oh, too late
I want a little reaction
How bout a kiss or two?
She said, jump back honey,
I said, no can do.
Why do you always make a fool out of me?
I cant get no nookie
Just plain to see
Wastes all my money
Spends all my time
I aint got no luck
Cant change her mind
Chorus:
Blame it on you
I cant get no sleep
Blame it on you
Im in six feet deep
Blame it on you
Well I guess its true
Blame it on you
Yes, I do
I blame this whole damn mess, honey
Right on you
Solo
Now listen little girl, let me explain
Why you got me in such a terrible way
First verse
Pre-chorus
Chorus out
song performed by by Poison
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Wasting
Wealth wastes on the rich with no value
Beauty wastes on virgins with no access.
Youth wastes on the young with the denial.
The society is willingly witness.
11.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Oh, Stop the Wars, Man!
Oh, stop the wars, Man
Let peace prevail again;
Wars bring more death
And destruction, not peace;
Christmas is near-
The birthday of Jesus;
He brings both joy
And peace to good-willed men!
Oh, stop the wars, Man!
For, they are meaningless;
No nation should
Invade the other;
The blood of innocent lives lost
Cries out to God for revenge;
Violence begets
Violence always.
Oh, stop the wars, Man!
And stop the mad killings;
The air and soil
And water get polluted;
What colossal wastes
Of lives, money and materials!
Do leaders know
That wars boomerang?
Oh, stop the wars, Man!
Let nations live in peace;
Nature’s furies,
We must always face.
Use the money
To build the earth,
And help the poor.
Only then, God will bless
Your own country!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-13-2006
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Sonnet: Man is Foolish?
How foolish truly man can sometimes be!
Trying to search for life in stellar Space;
When things are there on earth in aplenty;
Man's quest for wealth elsewhere is in fast pace.
Believing machines that he has devised;
Relying on Science, much more than on, God;
Doing things destructive, uncivilised;
Man cares for earthly acclaim and award.
0 how he wastes his energy and time!
And how he wastes hard-earned wealth in research!
He forgets that his soul must be sublime;
Spiritual life and God are left in lurch.
This is how man has been foolish for long;
And sings by heart a discontented song.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: The Maker Alone Can Be the Taker
How can the God who loves to create, kill?
How can man commit murders foul on earth?
How can God forgive man’s heinous crime-bill?
The God of love chooses each life ’fore birth!
When man kills unborn fetuses in womb,
And spends huge sums of money doing so,
What’s wrong if Almighty brings man to tomb,
By Nature’s furies, strife and deathly woe?
No man has rights to contradict God’s ways?
The Master knows His Universe in full;
’Tis up to Him to change our earthly days;
Man’s misdoings on earth must reach a lull.
No man predicts that from sleep, he will wake;
The God who makes life only can retake!
poem by John Celes
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Help Take Christ to Every Soul
A dollar for the Gospel;
A pound for Jesus Christ;
Euros for the word of God;
-an act divine and best!
Money’s in the coffers;
Money’s in the drain;
Money’s gotten and ill-spent;
Not enough, for God’s lane?
Let’s contribute our mite;
Let ‘blind’ get back their sight;
Let deaf hear the Word of God
Sinners be spared His rod!
’Tis time for the harvest;
God’s vineyard needs more hands;
The wheat will fill the granaries,
As weeds will burn on lands.
God’s time has come;
Prepare your soul;
Christ comes a second time;
‘To judge the living/ dead’- His role;
Hurry and heed, be sane.
Lovingly dedicated to Rory and Wendy,
GOD TV
Copyright by Dr John Celes, India 9-24-2005
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Sonnet: The Modern Man
The modern man behaves in funny ways,
with craze for things that set his passions live;
He goes for food-fads, fashions, trendy days;
In swimming pools in hotels high, he'll dive.
Things mystic, mod have caught his heart and mind;
He acts per only his whims and fancies;
To virtual, unreal things, he will bind;
And quickly wants a life of lucre, ease.
Life's ventures are based on money's pivot;
He wastes his precious time and gifts of God;
He spends, invests and saves, yet lands in debt;
And though he's not, he thinks he is the Lord.
He can pull off achievements, aplenty;
His body, mind look aged at twenty.
poem by John Celes
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Health and Wealth
When I had health, I strived to earn more wealth;
I toiled so hard that I soon lost my health!
When I got wealth, more vice crept in by stealth;
My wealth was gone, so also my good health!
So, keep your health and earn some wealth;
Don't earn more wealth and lose all health;
Just use your wealth to keep your health;
In life on earth, Health is your wealth!
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Sonnet: On My Future
I do not change my future on my own;
God has been doing that for me till now;
Amidst my earthly problems, I’m alone;
Nevertheless, I’m safe: I don’t know how?
Some people work all by themselves in life;
Their trust in themselves is more than in God;
They scheme to drive out penury and strife;
Nevertheless, they get their earthly rod.
The one who puts his trust in God is wise;
His peace of mind and heart are excellent;
The one who trusts himself lands up in vice;
He wastes his precious time that God has lent.
Have faith in God and future looks alright;
The atheist does suffer sad a plight.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-9-2008
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Sonnet: When Money Becomes God!
When man believes that pelf is everything,
And goes after money with planning, wise,
From pauper soon, he rises to be king,
He lands up quickly, playing dice, in vice!
From big money, he can make bigger sums,
And forgets God and trusts in his own power;
Big ideas, his mind and heart welcomes;
For his new love, He builds a high tower!
Then money turns to be his master prime;
His virtues disappear without a trace;
For spiritual needs, he cannot find the time;
His moral values fall in rapid pace!
The heart of rich turns godless to the core;
The wrath of God shuts firmly heaven's door!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 24-07-12
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Sonnet - Money
Let money be thy servant, not Master;
So, put thy wealth in use for mankind's sake;
Let progress come for fellowmen, faster;
What profits come if genuine, thou may take.
The money-needs of life on earth are small;
Money begets money and vices too;
But money cannot solve our problems all;
Let money not cause mis- conduct in you.
What use is money kept as coins and notes?
Banks lend their money so that they may grow;
Money cannot purchase all honest votes;
For money's sake, hardships, we undergo.
How many pairs of shoes, your feet will need?
Let excess money try to others feed.
poem by John Celes
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In Today’s World
School-children’s satchels are turning heavy;
Most youngsters’ brains are wearied and empty.
Most parents don’t find time to spare for own;
Most families are living on ‘big loans’!
Relatives talk to strangers more than kin;
Commuters ply through lanes of dust and din;
Most cities have crowds jostling through their streets;
Adulterated are foods, drinks and eats.
The tax-payer’s money is frittered fast;
World’s politicians speak the biggest lies;
Great leaders waste huge sums on futile wars;
All cemeteries are crowded with their dead.
One looks at next always with eyes of doubt;
Most speak one thing and do the opposite;
There is no real love amongst brethren;
There is no trust even between spouses!
The modern world is turning anti-God;
Such heinous crimes are done by men on earth;
Ethics in professions is on the wane;
Corruption drives the human race insane!
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Sonnet-Man And Science
Where is the modern world now heading to?
Our life is in the 'automatic' mode;
As per his fancies, things man tries to do;
Forgetting God, man follows any road.
Each one feels orphaned despite kith and kin;
To earn money is man's primary goal;
More wealth puts man into vices and sin,
That grows into a mountain from a mole.
Science questions creation of even God;
Yet, man can't control Nature in fury;
Man's thoughts are sometimes quixotic and odd;
The health of soul is one thing we bury.
But Science has limits; man is handicapped;
And God is there where knowledge can't be tapped.
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Man, Machine, Money, Time!
Matter is more important than mind or heart
In this money world that rules all mankind!
Machine does more than what man can do
And man is made a servant of machine care!
The time saved by machine work is not used
Well for the betterment of man's world but are
Used for the accumulation of more money only
And man wastes time in gambling for money!
Man has become a slave of machine and money
That make him think and plan for their development
But not for the development of mind and spirit
For which all inventions were made to save time!
Caught among machine, money and time man is mad
Now not knowing how to regain his glorious state again!
poem by Ramesh T A
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100 Nights
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth)
A hundred nights of fun and games
A thousand empty glasses
I feel it change and stay the same
As each day passes
They invite me to their gatherings
In the finer parts of town
They seem attracted to my indifference
The irony just knocks me out
And I love them as if I love them
And they reciprocate with help
But I look up at these mirrors sometimes
Oh, and I cant see myself
They say that some are born to burn
And some are born to give
They say that people live and learn
Some people only live and live
You dont know that I come here
If you did you would know why
So we close our eyes
You didnt notice me
As I passed you on the stairs
How could you ever guess lookin at my face
How closely I share your taste
How well I know your place
Even the clothes you wear
Ive seen them when youre not there
You say that you can win win win
If you know how to play the game
But while youre out there playing you see
Theres something you should know
She spends your money
She spends your money
She spends your money
She spends your money on me
This town has turned me into what I have become
This town dresses you up like a stranger
This town hangs around in the doorway and tells me Im late
This town takes us down, takes us down
I feel like Im losing you to this town
song performed by by Marillion
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Early Works - Time
Times of troubled pasts
Times of troubled future
Times of troubled present
More is the man who is great of mind
More is the man who is great of soul
More is the man who is great of love
Time is the man who thinks of nothing
Time is the soul in deep despair
Time is the fool of no awakening
More is the time of unbound less wastes
More is the time all of us wastes
More is time, is time, is time
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poem by David Harris
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Sonnet: plight of human lives!
Though people care for Dogs and Cats as pets;
And spend time and big money for their upkeep;
Who cares about the poor man in debts!
There is no soul at times to even peep.
While activists fight for the rights of beasts;
And world spends billions to protect Tigers!
Build hospitals for animals diseased;
Who cares about the poor beggar in rigors.
Thus, human life is threatened and uncared;
The world revels in beauty-pageant shows!
Some grow their nails long, keeping them unpared;
The ship of life is captainless, off course!
One man looks down upon the other, oh!
Injustice is something most undergo.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Improve Earth, Man; Space Can Wait!
There are so many things to do on earth;
Let scientists spend money and time aright;
Our modern life has problems ev'r since birth;
Why sleep all day and work extra at night?
The teething challenges of earth galore
Have to be solved to help all people live;
Explore Space but Earth needs care all the more;
For billions brethren, scientists, time must give.
When poor can't get one square meal once a day,
When diseases defy the healer's skills,
When nations have debts that they can't repay,
Why tax the citizen and raise tall bills?
God placed all things in space quite far away,
To warn men not to waste time anyway!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-08-12
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Sonnet: Lasting Peace on Earth
The peace that’s found on earth lasts not for long,
As leaders break their promises often;
The peace that wars bring serves to just prolong
The rivalries, when differences soften.
Man needs the peace of mind, of heart and soul,
Apart from peace surrounding his earth’s space;
Progress in fields occurs when peace is goal,
And keeps the health and wealth of human race.
The peace that wars unleash is quite futile;
The peace that dialogues bring, much better;
The peace that world bodies give is fragile;
The Maker is the final peace-setter!
The peace that man bestows on earth is short;
The peace that God ushers, none can abort!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-9-2009
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Money Isn’t the Answer
Can money give you ample sleep at night?
Can money bring you satiety you want?
Can money soothe the heart and mind aggrieved?
Can money resurrect a person dead?
Can money cause fertility in wombs?
Can money heal the wounds of minds and hearts?
Can money make up for one’s parents’ love?
Can money work a miracle you want?
Can money cure a cancer of grade four?
Can money bring joy to a childless pair?
Can money purchase your seat in heaven?
Can money solve all problems that you face?
There are so many things money can’t do;
Your trust in God and labor, matter too.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-27-2008
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