On Winning a Race!
'Not all can win in any race!
You just improve your mental pace;
Keep your smiling, cheerful, a face;
Never give up your wild goose- chase,
Until you win, in any case! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-26-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Hole In My Head
Hole in my head
hole in my head
I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
Let's just say we will and then don't instead
Wild goose chase
Wild goose chase
You're gonna take me boy on a wild goose chase
You're gonna take me boy on a wild goose chase
You better find somebody to take my place
You took my imagination and stomped it inthe ground
Now I can only think about you
chasin' the tracks that you left around
Hole in my head
hole in my head
Oh I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
You make me feel so bad that I wish I was dead
Let the games begin
Yeah here I go again
I'm never gonna win
It must have knocked me crazy
it must have hit me hard
People must think I'm lazy
Like my shuffle's short
of playing a card
Wild goose chase
Wild goose chase
Oh I need a boy like you
like a wild goose chase
I need a boy like you
like a wild goose chase
You better find somebody to take my place
Let the games begin
Yeah here I go again
I need a boy like you (I need a boy like you)
I need a boy like you (I need a boy like you)
I need a boy like you
Like a hole in my head
Hole in my head
Hole in my head
Hole in my head
Hole in my head
Like a hole in my head
I need a boy like you (I need a boy like you)
I need a boy like you (I need a boy like you)
song performed by by Dixie Chicks from Fly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: New Year 2008 Resolutions
A New Year 2008 has dawned!
Let us resolve to work for global peace;
Let love and brotherhood become our bond;
Let wars and envy amongst nations cease!
Let’s stamp out terrorism from earth’s face.
Let’s ensure basic rights of all brethren;
Let’s safe-guard environs for human race;
Let’s make the earth a place akin heaven.
Let’s help our poor and downtrodden brothers;
Let’s pray to God for help and guidance more;
Let’s protect life of man, beast and others;
Let earth’s resources take man to the fore.
Let’s give up vices and all kinds of sin;
Let’s love our neighbors as our kith and kin.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 01-01-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Little Dogs at Play!
They paw each other’s face,
And scratch noses;
They bite at their legs,
And are off to a race.
From dawn till dusk,
They want to play;
In sun, they bask,
And pant all way.
A poor kitten,
They love to chase;
They wag their tail,
When happy always.
They love to bite
A piece of bone!
They fight o’er food
And gobble it.
When hunger’s gone,
They take a nap;
They bark at strangers,
Keeping them at bay.
They love to dance
In rain all day;
And chase the ball
Along the way!
And when they know
They’re being watched,
Like circus clowns,
They run, unmatched.
When they are trained,
They behave well;
When they are caned,
They unleash hell!
Most children love
To see them lick
Each other’s fur,
When one is sick!
And when tired,
They’re off to sleep,
O’er each other
For all to peep!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-08-08
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
This is our Nest
This is our nest,
Our very own;
This is our home,
Sweet one, we built.
This is the tree,
In which we live:
A peaceful life,
Without much strife.
These are our young,
Two lovely birds-
Our only wealth:
Solace in life.
O God, we pray:
Help us each day,
In Your own way,
To have our say.
Give us our health;
Provide our wants;
Protect us Lord,
From ‘friendly foes’!
We must make it,
Our race on earth:
In good a style,
And quite worthwhile.
Nevertheless,
Let’s keep our souls
In grace, sinless,
By divine roles.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-12-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
‘Cheer Up, Fella! ’
God does all things,
Both good and bad;
He is our Dad.
God watches all,
Both night and day;
He has His say!
No bird can fall
To earth, from sky.
God knows its ‘Why’.
Why then worry?
Live for today,
And come what may.
When God feeds birds,
He surely will
Give us our fill.
He calls each one,
With love by name,
In sin and shame!
Give up all sins;
Let grace, soul rinse;
God always wins!
‘Cheer up, Fella! ’
God loves and cares;
Our faults, He bears!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-24-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
God, Come to my Aid!
I am tired;
I am weak;
Fighting devils
Throughout lifetime.
I’m confused;
I’m depressed;
Fighting world
Afilled with vice!
How longer, God
Can I patient be?
I feel all lost
In my misery.
This world is too much
For my tender heart;
Man is more beastly
Than I ever, thought.
When will things improve,
O God, I always ask?
Is life worth living,
And complete my given task?
God, come to my aid;
Rejuvenate me, Lord;
I feel akin a wounded bird,
Many times, shot!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-15-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: Spare Us Sinners, God…
Whatever sins, our ancestors had done,
God, spare our future generations, please:
From strife and death by famine, wars and sun;
Open your heart of kindness and give peace.
Whatever sins, our children try to do,
Despite our warning them not to; O Lord,
Forgive them and withhold your just rod too:
They know not how sins offend you, O God.
O God of mercy and infinite love,
Ignore our trespasses, bestow your grace;
Our sincere repentance, help us to prove;
From devils’ hands, protect the human race!
The world today is full of sin and vice;
Help us to avoid sin and be soul-wise.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-18-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: God’s Expectations from Men
The first and best of things belong to God;
The Maker wants to test our love for Him;
God’s expectations aren’t something quite odd;
When we do so, He keeps our life more trim.
The first of harvests done must go to God,
And be it grain or fruit, this must be so;
When we do thus, God will surely reward;
To Almighty, the best of lambs must go!
Offer your first-born to the Almighty;
God blesses them and bestows special grace;
God safe-guards children earmarked specially;
Such sacrifices brighten up God’s face.
What shall we give the Giver of all things?
He is the living God and King of kings!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-6-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Villanelle: Blest Art the Poor
God keeps me better than many others!
And yet, I seem very dissatisfied;
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Despite their troubles, nothing them bothers;
They seem to wear a smile on sad a face;
God keeps me better than many others!
Neither the sun or moon or rain or cold matters;
They laugh away their problems most, always.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Some shelterless do wear clothes in tatters;
Their children play amusing all in ways.
God keeps me better than many others!
They bathe happily in river-waters;
They play in mud and run in sand a race.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
The forests give them wood, berries, feathers;
No grief or strife can halt their living pace.
God keeps me better than many others!
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2005
(my first villanelle)
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Human Eyes
You might peep;
You might weep;
But God gave eyes to know
His Nature deep,
With beauty steep,
And your soul, to keep!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-22-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: Precisely-made Man!
God placed for man both eyes in front of face,
Unlike the beasts with eyes on either side:
A special sense to see in human race,
And ears to hear all sounds, and touch beside.
God placed each part in ideal site for all;
If slightly misplaced, one would look so weird;
Within the human heart, He placed a wall,
Allowing man to grow a moustache, beard.
Creator made each creature ideally!
His sense of creation was good and keen;
All things, He gave to man optimally;
But finding fault was man’s nature quite mean!
Man cannot do a thing better than God,
But sometimes, considers himself as Lord!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-8-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: Miraculous Prayers
I cannot be right hand or left for you,
But I will sympathize for you at times;
I’ll give you respect and do my duty;
You can depend on me sure in all climes.
I cannot give you money or great wealth,
But I can be your friend good, when you need;
I can advise you well regarding health
Of body, mind – keep off from evil deed!
I cannot recommend or influence;
But say the word and I will pray for you;
I can decipher well from sense, nonsense,
And beg God’s mercy for the things you do.
I may not save your life on earth some way;
Your soul, I can try saving any day!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-27-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Keys to God’s Kingdom
Listen to God;
Go by His Word;
Follow His code;
Live in the Lord;
Increase your herd;
Fly like a bird
To His abode!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-26-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: In Earthly Life
Most things we do in life appear in vain;
Most decisions we take seem incorrect;
Attempts we make in worldly life are bane:
Sad plight of Homo sapiens who’s erect!
We must not measure labor with money;
We can’t return our parents’ love in life;
We cannot gauge Bees’ toil that makes honey;
God compensates our efforts ’midst our strife.
The love of man for God is not so deep;
The love of God which made us is so great;
His code of conduct, every man must keep;
God helps us always to improve our fate.
Sometimes, our earthly life seems like a drill;
Nevertheless, we ought to do God’s will!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-21-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
God (rictameter-odd)
God
Loved man most,
Among all creatures
He’d made, with love and finesse;
So, bestowed man, His semblance, with soul,
And conscience, with freedom
Of will to choose good
O’er bad, like
God!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-4-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
‘Dogo Erectus’!
Standing on its hind-legs,
Wagging its long tail,
Panting with its tongue out,
Without its fore-legs!
Stands a dog so freak-born,
Until dusk, from morn;
Passers-by go pat him,
Giving things to eat!
Smiling canine always,
Walks like human beings;
With its hind-legs strong as
A Kangaroo’s back-feet!
Thrilling all the people,
Peering at the beast;
Stupefying crowds that
Throng to see his feat!
Living with just hind-legs,
The dog can’t go on fours;
Smiling to the people,
Everywhere, he goes.
Having just but two legs,
The dog walks, runs so neat;
‘What undaunted soul, God! ’
Say people on the street.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-26-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Run! Chase! Do
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
With a doing of it,
As if something real is there to accomplish.
And this will come to satisfy,
A driven need to succeed!
But at what?
Addressing impressions pretentions make?
Run! Chase! Do...
On borders of disorder,
Run.
With time wasted making life shorter.
Run! Chase! do...
Find that perfect place,
Where all headaches are erased.
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
And...
With a doing of it,
As if something real is there to accomplish.
And this will come to satisfy,
A driven need to succeed!
But at what?
Addressing impressions pretentions make?
And if not approved...
Will a disappointment allow a follow-up,
More accepted in its place?
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
Do...
To get done.
To hate it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: Wild Beasts Do Not Abort Like How Some Women Do
Most animals in wild are driven by
Twin pangs of hunger and of sexual urge;
God feeds them all, no matter where they lie,
And cures them in sickness, and when they purge!
When Estrus season comes on, they all mate;
The pregnant females deliver on own;
And Mother Nature decides new-born’s fate
On harsh terrain, not grass-lawns, freshly mown!
Nevertheless, they murder not unborn,
But lick them clean and nurse them until big;
Their mothers caress them from dusk through dawn;
To cover shame, they wear no leaves of fig!
How well wild beasts obey their Maker’s code!
But human beings, abortions afford.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-15-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Mighty Oak
The mighty Oak has lost its massive look!
The mother-trunk is old and dying fast;
Some aerial-roots in ground anew did hook;
Their smaller trunks appear just like a mast!
The hill I knew is just a mound right now:
It’s razed to almost level ground for sheep:
Its beauty gone, children cannot say, ‘Wow! ’
No meadows, trees now dot its sides, less steep.
Familiar things have vanished like a dream;
The landscape looks different but deceptive;
No more, I see the tamarind and neem;
More neighbors are strangers, less receptive!
Old lovely smiling faces can’t be seen:
Remaining few relatives looking mean!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-9-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Valentine’s Day 2005
Give me back my sister, God!
Oh, give me back her love;
Give me back our good old days
When cooked we by oil-stove!
Give me back my sister, God!
Oh, give me back the dove;
Give me back the lovely face-
An angel from above.
Give me back my sister, God!
Oh, give me back her now;
Give me back her former ways,
With soul to Thee but how?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-11-2005
Fondly dedicated to my beloved sisters
A.Rosabelle B.Sc., B.T., A. Clemencia B.SC., B.T.,
Dr. A. Sugagemma M.D., Dr. A.Mary Jeevamudha M.B.B.S, &
Dhaya Marie Rexina M.Sc., M.Phil., on
Valentine’s day 2-14-2005, my birthday
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!