Sonnet- Give The Soul Its Due Place
The Old World-Order's disappearing fast;
New one emerging ain't aright, Alas!
Man's soul in severe unrest has got cast;
The gloom anew has got to someday pass.
Great strides are made by Man in Science, may be;
All things he does have demerits/ merits;
Yet, where’s the bliss and life's security?
Man cannot give up his old bad habits.
Man disbelieves his neighbour tho' a friend;
There is no freedom in the real sense;
Life's sense of values are nearing their end;
A World corruption-free ought to commence.
Regain must soul its tenor and import,
When God returns to dwell in this old fort.
poem by John Celes
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Alas, A Bard’s a Bruised Reed!
They make me mad- some people, known/ unknown;
They make me sad- their wiliness / ego;
They’re after money’s comfort on this earth!
Sense/ common-sense are things that’re a dearth.
They know how poets have suffered in life!
They know how poets land in utter strife!
They stay unmoved/ inert- husband or wife:
They wound my heart with words akin a knife.
Oh how I wish I should be, never me!
Oh how I wish I were akin to them;
Yet, I can’t simply change: I’m thus destined;
To Poesy must Bards always well bind.
Poetry isn’t something that pays at once;
It isn’t something that gives plenty returns;
A Poet seeks the truth without/ within;
And Truth is God: God abhors only sin!
Being like earthlings is not always right;
The destiny of world, poets do fight;
Most Bards cannot be dishonest, may be;
Their minds are fixed to Eternity.
And if they change, could they God realize?
Good Bards prefer to be always soul-wise;
And like a phoenix die, again arise;
And show the world to be heavenly-wise!
Oh, one can’t take me for an easy ride;
I can’t my emotions and passions hide;
I can’t live on with ego great and pride;
My thoughts to be aright, God helps decide.
The superfluous from the thing that’s deep;
The virtual/ surreal from real;
The transient from what is permanent;
God help me to know and my soul to keep.
Alas, a Poet is a bruised reed!
His works on earth are immortal indeed;
His heart of love is uniquely his creed;
His mind wants peace and never yearns for greed!
Alas, a Bard’s a bruised reed!
poem by John Celes
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This Will All Make Perfect Sense Someday (Live)
this will all make perfect sense someday
i'll be ok....
this will all maker perfect sense someday
theres got to be a reason for the rain
all my bills have all gotten paid
i shaked the bet, i broke the bet
this could have been a slow song
a laundry list of all the wrongs
but at the end of the day
this is my beautiful disaster piece Ive made
and it goes, and i quote, and i never would lie:
this will all make perfect sense someday
i'll be ok....
this will all maker perfect sense someday
theres got to be a reason for the rain
i don't understand the numbers
but my faith is in the math
and the odds are all that they believe
(inaudible)
and to all the hearts i've broken
and the ones that once broke mine
i've got suspicions all will be forgive in time
all you gotta do is call them up and say:
this will all make perfect sense someday
i'll be ok....
this will all maker perfect sense someday
theres got to be a reason for the rain
and if it ever gets bad, i mean really bad
i'll move to Nova Scotia and forget the life i had
be up at nine each morning down by the shore
collecting things that fell off boats in storms
look here, so i might never but its nice to know the options there
the options there...
this will all make perfect sense someday
i'll be ok....
this will all maker perfect sense someday
theres got to be a reason for the rain
a reason for the rain, a reason for the rain
the reason for the rain, for the rain
and is it a habit i keep biting my lip in the same place
song performed by by John Mayer
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Give a Child...
Proudly for Seth ~ Ryan who graduated as
an Aerospace Engineer last week!
Give a child a great education
You give them the world
Give a child science and math
You give them access
Give a child a sense of wonder
You give them joy
Give a child poetry, paint, l.e.d.s, aluminum foil and sparkles
You give them creativity
Give a child accountability
You give them integrity
Give a child an understanding of spirit
You give them faith
Give a child an entire community
You give them responsilbility
Give a child your undivided time
You give them security
Give a child a life by example
You give them the map for success
Give a child hugs
You give them love!
~May 26,2006
Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
poem by Debora Short
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A Veiled Face
An exulted order of the past
A veiled face appears.
Life within longs for a mast
A timid wish withers.
The unveiled eyes see
A world of beauties meagre
And it craves for being seen
By the world not so obscene.
An exulted order of the past
A guiled sweet smile crushes.
Life within falls for torrents fast
A soul snails into a world of bushes.
A sob deep within is heard
A hand that cares is seen.
An old God`s dry song is read
But any bliss around is not seen.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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I love you, Son!
You are the son of my soul not of my womb,
You came to the world to save your mother's soul;
You rescued me, my son!
You saved my lonely soul,
You cast away my sadness,
You washed away my tears,
You made my life worth living,
My son, how can I ever thank you?
For my gratitude would never be sufficient,
But I shall give you my life,
I know it is not enough, it is all I have.
poem by Radwa Yehia
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The Real And The Ideal
I feel I have - and who has not?
An inner and outer life:
The one may be a dreary lot,
With sorrow and with suff'ring rife;
While in the other may be found
A magic world of fancies fair,
Where brightest dreams of joy abound,
And never enters dark despair.
The life I live may seem to those
Who gaze upon it outwardly
A drear existence, full of woes
And never-ceasing misery;
But in the mystic life of mind,
Abstracted from earth's things of sense,
Oblivious to my grief, I find
A joy exalted and intense.
My outward life is prison-gloomed,
My life of dreams is fancy free;
The one is ever care-consumed,
The other tranquil as can be.
Existence that is sternly real
As mine would crush the heart with grief,
Were it not that the bright ideal
With visioned joy imparts relief.
There's not a joy the world can give,
There's not a bliss the heart has known,
But in the spirit life I live
I have the power to make my own.
I care not what my actual lot
While thus sustained my soul can be;
My sorrows shall be all forgot
In fairest dreams of poesy.
poem by Owen Suffolk
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Death’s Too Near
Death, you’re standing rather near!
Don’t you understand the fear
You trigger deep within my soul–?
The terror sprung by such a ghoul
Of dark and hideous hue!
Now you’re rattling on my door!
I’m sure I threw you out before –
Methinks you really need to learn!
So leg it please and ne’er return
To haunt me ‘gain, now shoo!
Gain a sense of social pride, and
Keep your bearing far and wide –
Perform the deed when I am done –
Be free and loose to have your fun
When I’m too frail to turn and run,
But now I’ve living to do!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Death, death, nearing death, death, death nearing death
Death, death, nearing death, death, death nearing death
Death, death, nearing death, death, death nearing death
Death, death, nearing death, death
Death, death, nearing death
Death, death, death
Death, death
Death
Death, death
Death
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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One World
This song was first released on the one world album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Dont want to live in new york city, man
Dont want to live in tokyo
I want to stay in my own village, man
Is nowhere else I need to go
Is nothing that I want for myself
That I dont want for everyone
To work in peace to live in freedom
To look and never see a gun
Why are you calling this the third world
I only know that it is my world
Maybe someday it can be our world
Can you imagine one world, one world
My heart it hurts more than my belly
So hard to live in poverty
I want to work for my own living, man
Dont want someone to care for me
Dont want to speak to revolution
It starts to sounding like a fight
I give myself to evolution
One world will make it be all right
Why are you calling this the third world
I only know that it is my world
Maybe someday it can be our world
Can you imagine one world, one world
This world is made for everybody
This life is gift for everyone
This earth is bound to keep on turning
This day is flowers in the sunshine, sunshine
Why are you calling this the third world
I only know that it is my world
Maybe someday it will be our world
Can you imagine someday one world, one world
Why are you calling this the third world
I only know that it is my world
Maybe someday it can be our world
Can you imagine one world, one world
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Set Me Free
You operate and motivate on synthetic fuel
you're Mother Nature and an atom bomb
As long as you're kept full of pretty bodies
your little secret will be safe with me
around again insane again
it somes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
Your kept alive and polarized with one thing in mind,
metabolizin' everything that you see
but now and then or a little later
now I'm gonna take you down with me
Around again insane again
she comes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
so set me free
set me free
'cuase I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
song performed by by Velvet Revolver
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Sonnet- Life Has Its Risks
Some things of great import, still come to you;
At times, in ways inopportune, you think;
Life is so challenging and risky too;
We feel not thirsty, yet, are forced to drink.
When hunger strikes, we hardly find right food;
When sleep o'ertakes, we're unable to rest;
Often we have to do our work off-mood;
All things done prudently turn out the best.
Our common-sense and logic, saves our skins;
A tongue that speaks out magic words is great;
Courage and hope in life, gives us our wins,
And change, we can however sad, our fate.
When troubles come in search of every soul,
Avoiding more should be our primal goal.
poem by John Celes
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When The Poem Returns Life Returns
WHEN THE POEM RETURNS LIFE RETURNS
When the poem returns life returns
There is enthusiasm and exuberance again
There is something to live for
And dreams are dreams
And hopes give hope-
When the poem returns life returns
And I begin again here
As if there is some sense after all
In writing and living again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Someday At Christmas
Someday at Christmas
Men won't be boys
Playing with balms
Like kids play with toys
One warm December
All hearts will see
A world where men are free
Someday at Christmas
They'll be no wars
When we have learned
What Christmas is for
When we have learned
What life's really worth
They'll be peace on Earth
Someday all are dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmas time
Someday at Christmas
We'll see a land
With no hungry children
And no empty hands
One happy morning
People will share
A world where people care
Someday at Christmas
They'll be no more tears
Where all men are equal
And no man has fears
One shinning morning
We're on our way from today
But Someday at Christmas time
Someday all are dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmas time
Someday at Christmas
Men will not care
Hate will be gone
And love will prevail
Someday a new world that we can start
With hope in every heart
Someday all are dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmas time
Someday at Christmas time
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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Alas, All Are Strangers
Alone in this world
Don't have a golden dove
Poor is the world of mine
Bared off fortune of life
My soul is tired Humbling alone
My life is like Dark empty deserts
ALAS, Alone im
Alone
My world is Alone Though all the crowd Surrounded all around
All are strangers Foreigners or not Relatives are but!
Long ago the smile deserted my world
Sorrows of the life surrounded my soul
Betrayers came always to my road
Love has left my soul alone and unknown
My love ones destroyed
My soul and has gone
The path of love has been
For me dark and misrable
Alas, that only stony hearts
I have met at life's stormy roads
Though my love always was so sincere and boundless for all
But, the love was always a traitor full of lies
I never wanted to have golden clothes
But my life was such a miserable stormy winter
Hard to pass The sincere love was my heart's only desire
But the path of love always has been for me
Full of lies and pain
Alars, Alone im Alone
My world is Alone Though
all the crowd Surrounded all around
All are strangers Foreigners or not Relatives are but!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Think For Things
greed you think of things
alas things degenerate
greed you think less of others
alas you tinker with things
greed you think less with sense
alas you kill your neighbour
gree you abhor with your thoughts
alas you make cultures perish
greed you are embodiment of evil
alas unsatiable are are your wants
poem by Venkatesh Ram
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Do You Feel the Same Way Too?
I’ve just written to a friend and said
‘I’ve just written a poem
which I would have given my life
to have written.’…
and then sat and looked at
what I’d written –
wondering whether
that was what I really meant..
(and, faintly, contemplating
whether a thunderbolt
straight from Justice central
might strike me there and then…)
or whether I’d retreated into
some private world of self-delusion..
or whether I had reached the height
of mortal bliss.. as perhaps some ‘real’ poet might…
when on the scales of life-for-life
or perhaps, eternity,
I was offering humbly, in exchange
for all I have received, all
that my soul could offer…
discarding all the burdens of the past,
disregarding any thoughts of future life,
living in the present, like a child does,
as, glorious, the present presently moves on
from freedom into freedom… tell me,
do you feel the same way too?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sonnet- State Of Today’s Man
No Man is happy being what he is;
No Man is satisfied with what he has;
No Man has soul ready for Maker's Bliss;
No Man hard-works, his life on earth to pass.
All men keep searching still for things unknown;
All Men all life keep wanting something more;
All men are certain, nothing they can own;
All men try opening yet, a newer door.
What Man invents brings lesser good than thought;
What man finds new is something old, resought;
What man purchases is already bought;
What man doesn’t is to think again somewhat.
And strangely, Man keeps asking where God is?
He knows too well that Science is not his Bliss.
poem by John Celes
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A simple love
Pure love can’t be gamble
The body should not crumble
It should always stand erect
You got to stand firm and select
There is no chance for refusal or reluctance
It may find favor at its inductance
It is time to fulfill the promises
We must see it that it got no near misses
It can’t b weighed for any gain
Those efforts may go into vain
It has its own merits and demerits
We need to cultivate positive habits
It has always something to give
Not to harbor but always to forgive
It has its own strength to survive
We need to strengthen and revive
Love has message for all
It has meaning of full invitation and call
I may not remain as symbolic gesture
It will create its own secured future
Love to rule and love to last
It must move on and very fast
At any given time, you must stand fast
No doubts at any time must be cast
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Money
Money and its child Market
are Tungay the one legged Tatar and his son
They ravage the world- they banished the Sun
In the encircling gloom they ravished human heart
They have destroyed the tender values
and their fountainhead=Nature
Instead of the food
They stuff our body mind and soul
with dead leaves from economics
political science philosophy and science
and all that money could manufacture
In a dukedom ruled by the courtiers
Of Greed the world suffers from asphyxia
Co2 has made the blue deep murky
There will be no one to cry from the skies-
Hold!
And scientists have killed Peace and Sleep
They will sleep no more
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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What Would It Be?
Now what were the words of Jesus,
And what would He pause and say,
If we were to meet in home or street,
The Lord of the world to-day?
Oh, I think He would pause and say:
'Go on with your chosen labour;
Speak only good of your neighbour;
Widen your farms, and lay down your arms,
Or dig up the soil with each sabre.'
Now what were the answer of Jesus
If we should ask for a creed,
To carry us straight to the wonderful gate
When soul from body is freed?
Oh, I think He would give us this creed:
'Praise God whatever betide you;
Cast joy on the lives beside you;
Better the earth, by growing in worth,
With love as the law to guide you.'
Now what were the answer of Jesus
If we should ask Him to tell
Of the last great goal of the homing soul
Where each of us hopes to dwell?
Oh, I think it is this He would tell:
'The soul is the builder-then wake it;
The mind is the kingdom-then take it;
And thought upon thought let Eden be wrought,
For heaven will be what you make it.'
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sonnet: To the Freshly Joined Medicos
You are the very cream of society,
Awaiting change from adolescent stage;
You ought to learn to live in amity,
And read with fervor from Life’s Book, each page.
Life has become so different in these days!
Gone are the morals, sense of values too;
One can live his life in so many ways;
But remember, your God is watching you.
Your labor will be rewarded someday;
Let despair not engulf your heart and mind;
Ignore the evil things that people say;
In truth and virtues, solace you will find.
A doctor’s job’s a noble profession!
Pollute it not in life by corruption.
7-22-2002 by Dr John Celes
Dedicated to the freshly joined Medicos
Of IRT PMC&H, Perundurai, T.N., , INDIA
poem by John Celes
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