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Sonnet- My Advice To All

'Just start your life afresh, Forget your past.'
'Its bitterness, griefs, struggles, woes and all, '
The Snail must be off its shell-home at last;
For everything, don't ever build a wall.

The world is good and bad; What can we do?
We cannot go against the tide for long;
But, if you can, nothing can prevent you;
From singing happy or a plaintive song.

'Tis yards we walked at anytime in life;
And many miles, we ought to -run 'fore sleep;
True life has joys much interspersed with strife;
We graze Earth's meadows, frolicking like sheep.

But why worry when our Good Shepherd's near?
Just go ahead with heart and soul sans fear.

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: We Must Overcome Iniquities

When sorrows come bolt-like, galore in life,
And grief too comes along, close on its heels,
And dashed is Hope to Despair by more strife,
Abysmally wretched, a man just feels.

When woes so hurt and life turns too cruel,
Man slides into a snail-like shell so fast;
His world of joy has suddenly turned hell;
He feels a fish out of the water cast.

But ain't there more-unluckier ones than us?
And some of us are far better than them;
To every man, his woes make him to curse;
Who knows, it could become a precious Gem!
In life, things happen for good/worse, may be;
Let emotions not take over Psyche.

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: People In Power

Most people in power forget just one thing -
They miss the chance to do good things in life,
And live in selfishness and pride, like a king,
Notbothered of the common man in strife!

And all seems well as long as joys persist,
And wealth ill-gotten accrues sans effort;
With air of superiority, they insist
That all are refugees within their fort!

When health is gone, they see the light of things;
The guilt of tyranny upsets their heart;
And newer woes and sufferings, life brings,
Until with broken heart, they all depart!

God gives one power to help unlucky ones;
You cannot bowl, bat, field and score big runs!

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Lord Jesus Christ - the Good Shepherd

Christ Jesus Lord is Good Shepherd - the one,
Who is ready to sacrifice His life,
For sake of sheep He leads, and He is Son
Of God, Redeemer and saves all from strife!

Christ gave His life upon the cross for all,
And shed His blood as price for mankind's sins,
So that the penitent can hear God's call,
And enter heaven with pure soul and wins.

The Good Shepherd has other sheep to lead,
For they too heed His call and follow Him;
For all His sheep in flock one, need to feed,
Returning safely when the light turns dim!

Christ is the owner of the flock of sheep;
With Good Shepherd around, no wolves dare peep!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-04-2012

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet-Our Earthly Stay Is For Heaven

In life on earth, all problems have to end;
And when they do in God's time/way, 'tis best;
From newer problems, then we must defend;
And thus our life goes on without much rest.

Yet, half the things we worry, turn out well;
Let us then think of days ahead only;
Let not our bitter past make future hell;
Our life's struggles find solutions surely.

Yet, life on earth is one constant struggle;
We dare not lose our sanity of thought;
And learn, we must from worms to out wriggle;
From situations in which we're badly caught.

We shouldn't forget the love of God for us;
Nor Heaven's way, Abode of God- True Bliss.

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Time is Short

I must cross o'er the bridge 'fore it breaks down;
I must climb Life's ladder 'fore rungs give way;
I must pluck weeds 'fore the grass can be mown;
I must keep earnestly the Sabbath-Day.

I must swim ashore before the flood comes;
I must build house on ground that is hard rock;
When water falls on sugar, it forms lumps;
How long can ships be stationed in their dock?

I must store food for winter is not far;
I must work hard for harvest to be good;
I must prepare with devils for a war;
To forget my Savior, my heart, how could?

The Heaven’s gates will not be open long!
'Tis time I start to sing my divine song.

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet-Time Is Short

I must cross o'er the bridge 'fore it breaks down;
I must climb Life's ladder 'fore rungs give way;
I must pluck weeds 'fore the grass can be mown;
I must keep earnestly the Sabbath-Day.

I must swim ashore before the flood comes;
I must build house on ground that is hard rock;
When water falls on sugar, it forms lumps;
How long can ships be stationed in their dock?

I must store food for Winter is not far;
I must work hard for harvest to be good;
I must prepare with devils for a war;
To forget my Saviour, my heart, how could?

The Heaven’s gates will not be open long!
'Tis time I start to sing my divine song.

poem by John Celes
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Happy Birthday, Dear Octogenarian Poet! May You Live Longer!

We heard today 'tis your happy birthday!
Eighty-one years had slipped away smoothly;
Thank God, you are just what you are today;
Our life must go on as per destiny!

Despite all strife, life has been kinder still;
What you had done, not many can ev'r do;
The good thing is you are not very ill!
God's wisdom and blessings reach but a few.

Each one's life-span is set by God Himself;
He gives us freedom to reduce/ prolong;
Man's work is judged not by his accrued pelf;
Ev'n now, your life just stays a blissful song!

Yet, none prevent the changes around us;
The strongest man has weaknesses galore;
God's work that's prime, if you do without fuss,
Can open yet, another wider door!

Age does not matter but your mind and heart;
Health will be good if your soul stays quite pure;
And if you'd been righteous right from the start,
To ripe old age, God helps you well endure!

"Happy Birthday, Dear Uncle Poet R.R.!
May You Live Longer! "
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-07-'12

poem by John Celes
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After School (Villanelles)

Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.
You will graduate soon but don’t forget.
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.

Some people will deal with it with a knife,
Because they are scared to try to forget.
Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.

Others might get rich and have a good life,
But it could end up in a huge regret.
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.

Few may stay single in Gods way of life,
They will find happiness they won’t forget
Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.

Most have a fine job and a loving wife.
Someone to go home to and be a set
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.

For you who don’t take the bad way in life,
Will be happy and never have regret.
Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.

poem by Martin Glenn
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. John (Chapter 10)

Then Jesus said, ‘Amen, I say!
Whoev’r enters not through the gates,
But climbs the fence of the sheep-fold,
Is thief or robber doubtlessly! ’

‘Whoever enters through the gate,
Is but the shepherd of the sheep;
The watch-man opens gates for him
He calls his sheep, each one by name.
And leads them out, till last comes out,
And walks ahead while follow sheep,
Because they recognize his voice;
But they will follow not strangers;
They will not heed the different voice’

None could understand what He told;
So, Jesus said, ‘Amen again,
I am the gate for all the sheep;
All those who came before were thieves;
My sheep did not listen to them.’

‘I am the gate for sheep’s entry!
Whoever enters me, I’ll save
They come in, go out to pastures;
A thief enters only to steal;
He also comes to destroy, kill;
I came so that all may find life,
And have it in abundance too.’

‘I am the Good shepherd to all;
Good shepherd gives his life for sheep;
If hired man and sheep not own,
He leaves them to the wolf’s mercy,
Which catches them and scatters all.
This is because, he works for pay,
And has no true concern for sheep! ’

‘I am the Good Shepherd, Jesus;
I know my sheep, they know me too;
Just as my Father knows me well,
I’ll lay my life down for my sheep;
But other sheep are there as well;
They do not belong to this fold;
These sheep also, I ought to lead,
Until they recognize my voice;
And there be one flock, one shepherd! ’

‘My Father loves me for this cause:
My life I’ll lay for Him because;
No one else can take it from me;
I’ll lay it on my very own;
I’m empowered to die, arise!
A command that my Father gave.’

Again there was chaos ’midst Jews;
Some said, ‘He seems to be possessed;
While others said, ‘These aren’t words
Of someone who’s possessed because
A demon does not open eyes,
Of persons blind surely, truly.’
The Feast of Dedication came;
By then, the cold winter set in.

Then Jesus walked in temple place,
On portico of Solomon;
Some Jews surrounded Him and asked,
‘How long you keep us in suspense?
Just tell us if you’re Messiah? ’

So, Jesus answered them and said,
‘I told you but you don’t believe;
My works I do in Father’s name,
And so they testify to me.
You don’t believe for you are not
Among the sheep, I shepherd now.’

‘My sheep all hear my voice and come,
To follow me, to where I go.
They are given eternal life,
And so they shall never perish.
None can take them off my hand; .
My Father is greater than all;
And none dare take them off His hand.
My father and I are but one.’

The Jews again took rocks to throw.
Then Jesus said, ‘I’ve shown good works:
For these, you want to stone me then? ’

The Jews answered Jesus and said,
‘We’ll not stone you for your good works,
But you’ve committed blasphemy:
You make yourself equal to God? ’

Then Jesus said, ‘Is it not writ
In book of laws that you are gods? ’
‘If they are gods for who came word,
The scripture can’t be set aside.’
‘Can you call me, bless’d by Father,
One who blasphemes because I said:
‘I am the Son of God, Father! ’
If you can’t do my Father’s works,
You need not try to believe me.
But if I do, despite the fact
You don’t believe, believe the works;
So that, you understand the fact,
The Father’s in me, I in Him! ’

They tried arresting him again
But he escaped from their power.

He went across river Jordan,
To where John baptized Him at first,
Remaining there for quite sometime.

And many came to Him and said,
‘John then performed no sign like you,
But everything he said comes true! ’
So, many did believe in Him.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-23-2007

poem by John Celes
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Good Friendship

In friendship lies, life’s beauty prime –
A bond that stands the test of time,
And withstands every change of clime.

Good friendship makes life worth living;
Than taking, life is in giving –
The crux of friendship, worth telling!

Our earthly life would be a bore,
Without good friendship at its core:
That takes each person to the fore!

Though parents care for their children,
And relatives for kith and kin,
Yet, friends usher on earth, heaven!

Happy the ones, who have good friends!
Their worries in life, almost ends:
In need, good friend always attends.

And without friends, life could be sad,
And make all events, pretty bad,
And turn some persons, almost mad!

Good friends are rarely found in life,
And help you timely in your strife –
Some turning husband or your wife!

Nurture good friendship if you can;
Essential are friends good, man:
Those add spice to your earth’s life-span.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-28-2008

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Advice

A man anew will soon enter your life!
You got to change your mind and become his
Beloved, better-half and obedient wife;
This is the secret of our earthly bliss.

The many things that we may do when young,
Are best forgotten at the earliest!
A woman must learn to control her tongue;
’Tis better than being the prettiest.

Forget the past and start anew, my dear!
The future has so much to give to you;
Nevertheless, you go ahead sans fear,
And that is how you get your success too.

The past should not hinder the present state,
But help you lead a happy life with mate!

6-1-2002 by Dr John Celes

poem by John Celes
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To My Friend

I can’t change you but I will try;
You are my friend and you know why;
If wise, you must certainly cry!
With remorse, atone for a while.

Good men suffer for venial sins;
Here on Earth, not in hellish kilns;
Tongue has no bones; words must not mince;
A true water-fish has some fins.

Pleasures are not always the same;
Our emotions must become tame;
To enjoy joys, sorrows must call!
Life’s ups and downs, happen to all.

Born in this world, improve thine soul;
Prepare for the next Life- our goal;
A mansion-life, isn’t saintly one!
Bend, thou must ‘fore you arise, son.

Time is for good use, if you can;
Unused, forever ‘tis gone, Man;
Peace of mind, good health and some wealth,
Achieve them hard-work and by stealth.

dedicated to 'my best friend'!

poem by John Celes
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The Demons Inside Me

i soar through the sky
as happy as a man
can possibly be

a few years have passed
i walk through the night
as sad
as anyone
could possibly be

i wait to die
wait till the day i can fly
i take a sip of this
memory eraser

nothing i hate more
then songs about
happy endings

my life will not end happy
my life use to be happy

i smoke this drug
hoping it will prevent me
from being a sad death

i take these pills
so i wont die
so i wont kill myself

i forget my happy past
so i wont be more depressed

i have demons
everyone i know has them
but mine are the worst

my past haunts me
knowing i use to be happy

its three am
i jump in a lake
rocks tied all around me
knowing what will happen next

trying to drown my sarrows in death
im sorry loved ones but i am gone
ive been dead for most of my life
now i am dead

maybe i can find some peace in hell
mabe just maybe you can live a different life
because mines no good
so take another path

good luck to ya
i hope not to see you
in the next life

poem by Chance Topliss
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I've Never Been

I've never been a soldier or fought in a war
And though from my old Hometown I have travelled far
I have never grown wealthy and never known fame
And I feel happy that few even know me by name.

I've never been anyway useful at sport
At football or golf or on the tennis court
Some call me a loser those with words who are cruel
In the age of aggression the most aggressive rule.

Though some of the big World out there I have seen
A God fearing person I never have been
Of the one known as God only good things we hear
And if god is all good then him why should we fear?

Though I have travelled far from my old native home
I have never been to the Coliseum in Rome
Or been to the Pyramids or seen China's great Wall
In the future such memories I won't have to recall.

I have never been good at any one thing
And others my praises they never will sing
The hard roads of life I have walked up and down
And I live many miles from my northern Hometown.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Start A New Life

Go home, pretender
I think this is the end here
Its been a long time decidin
But I think Ive found the right end.
Youre gonna go away, start a new life
Forget today, start a new life
Start a new life.
Hopes crushed and battered
But you laugh as if it didnt matter
This joke is gonna turn blue
And I wont be there to hold you.
Youre gonna go away, start a new life
Forget today, start a new life
Start a new life.
Go home, debater
It was soon and now its later
And thats only a piece of paper
So dont you stand there a-laughin and a-wavin it.
Youre gonna go away, start a new life
Forget today, start a new life
Start a new life.

song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Sing

(raposo)
Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud, sing out strong
Sing of good things, not bad
Sing out happy, not sad
Sing, sing a song
Make it simple
To last your whole life long
Dont worry if its not good enough
For anyone else to hear
Just sing, sing a song
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Chorus:
Sing, sing a song
Let the world sing along
Sing of love there could be
Sing for you and for me
Sing, sing a song
Make it simple
To last your whole life long
Dont worry if its not good enough
For anyone else to hear
Just sing, sing a song
(just sing, sing a song)
Just sing, sing a song
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la (to fade)

song performed by by Lea Salonga
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A Good Life

A good life is a song
when melodies are sung
by laughters and smiles.

A good life is a cup of tears
when days are painted
by all sorrow and pain.

A good life is community
when one ceases to be alone
in the sea of love and compassion.

A good life is courage
when the heart of faith
announces the dawning of a new day.

A good life is knowing
the Shepherd who walks with us
even in the valley of death
and brings us to the mountain of safety.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Sonnet: Most Earthly Things Don't Last For Long!

There are some things we wished to have in life;
We tried our level-best to get them fast,
Despite our poverty, trials and strife;
But once acquired, they turned things of past!

There are some more, we could not get at all,
Despite our many struggles to procure;
But then, they turned like autumn leaves that fall;
And left us just the anguish to endure!

Nevertheless, all earthly things don't last;
Our soul carries the good and bad, we do;
Our evil done stealthily looks aghast;
The good we did becomes scarce, almost few!

All things of earth return to dust some day!
The state of soul decides after-life's way!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 25-06-12

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Never Give Up

Am I fighting against too many odds?
In all the world so vast, have I no friend?
Yet, death and problems come to commons/ lords;
I know this life on earth is not the end.

Could I dilute my principles too good?
Could I lower my ambitions in life?
Should I change over to a happier mood?
Could vices mitigate my earthly strife?

Unwavering must be courage on earth;
Troubles and joys are fleeting, impermanent;
Heaven is not for those without this birth;
To do good things, we need a divine bent.

Just like the sky that becomes clear and blue,
When purified, the soul too changes hue!

poem by John Celes
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‘Happy Birthday! ’ Dear Doctor

Well, fifty years have flown off rather fast,
Since you became a doctor of repute!
So evergreen are memories of past,
When birthdays come and add a year acute.

The toil and struggles had made life worthwhile!
Whoever thought that you would do so well?
Reminiscences bring to face a smile;
The joys though lesser outdid woes, we tell.

But who had made the mighty difference, say?
And who had given success despite strife?
Without a doubt, it was God, all the way!
Let’s thank the Almighty in earthly life!

The thread of life gets snapped by God’s decree;
God does not bother about our degree!

Doctor ‘Happy Birthday!
May God bless you today!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-18-2010

poem by John Celes
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