Sonnet- Whither Research Today
Research has reached the fringe of disciplines,
And opened new vistas for newer fields;
So exciting are these grey areas since,
Mankind ventures forth to improve its yields.
Despite the many secrets unraveled,
Man keeps pushing forward with giant strides;
Through mountains, seas, man seems to have tunneled;
No more he cares for time or even tides.
And everywhere there’re business potentials!
The money spent can give back bigger sums;
Foolhardy men submit credentials,
In newer fields, world-o’er without much scums.
There is no end to man’s curiosity;
Man can succeed in ev’n adversity!
6-25-2001
poem by John Celes
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Man's Curiosity Lands on Mars!
Of all the many galaxies,
The Maker chose just planet earth,
The third from sun in Milky Way,
For man to inhabit and thrive!
But man's curiosity didn't stop
By landing upon moon's surface!
One small step of Neil Armstrong meant
A giant leap for mankind's science!
Mars Rover Curiosity
Has touched down upon mars surface,
A feat of engineering skills -
A culmination of efforts!
But why search planets for new life?
Home earth has secrets much concealed;
Why waste money and time so far?
Cannot you develop life on earth?
Though curiosity of man
Is good for scientific research,
All know that earth is best for man,
And yet, they hunt for newer ground!
Kudos to scientists' great efforts!
Man's brain is doing things grandiose;
If only money's spent on earth,
All mankind can live happily!
Mere mankind's pow'rs can't move mountains!
The Omnipotent need to bless;
Man's achievements then bear witness
To Maker's awesome power and love!
Dedicated to all the scientists world-wide!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-8-12
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Sonnet: Omnipotent Is God Alone
Kudos to Man, superb has been his brain;
His inquisitiveness has paid rewards;
Science- his research tool is boon, also bane;
To know the Almighty is in his cards.
The more the grey areas, man attempts to clear,
Newer vistas and frontiers get opened;
The 'High- Tech World' of modern Man is near;
Man's Hope in Science and Self appears strengthened.
Yet, Man can't Nature's fury contain still;
Nor dare to ev'r estrange himself from God;
The Soul's Spirit of today's man is ill;
But Science can't make man superior to Lord.
All hairs are numbered; even desert –sands!
The Universe abides by God's commands.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Man’s Vanity-Show
A typhoon hits a coast so severely
And leaves behind a million homes flattened,
Some dead: scores injured- some so grievously;
The people’s lives seem suddenly threatened.
The price of fuel has sky-rocketed;
The number of beggars has gone up too;
Appeals for help are rather well-knitted;
’Gainst Nature’s furies, whatev’r can men do?
Yet, countries waste their wealth in cause of science;
They search for life in near-by galaxies;
And men these days ignore their conscience;
The craze for wealth is man’s newer disease.
Whilst man has made progress in many fields,
His ventures mostly destructive end yields.
poem by John Celes
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A Newer India!
A newer India will soon emerge,
Like a phoenix from the freedom's ashes!
World's most populous country India,
Will be the cynosure of all eyes soon!
The land has sacred soil and heritage,
Where dwelt kings, emperors, seers and sages;
Where flows the many sacred rivers too,
Whose banks have towns of learning for ages!
With freedom got, just sixty-five years back,
The nation grew in leaps and bounds so well;
The future of Indians is pretty good,
If only perseverance continues.
More than a billion people live here-in;
The Indian brains are second to no one;
Our scientists man key centers here/abroad,
With contributions globally, worthwhile.
Our freedom-fighters have been role-models;
Our defence forces rank at par with world's;
Food-crops grown here are sent to foreign lands;
Our students train abroad to turn experts.
Our country has made rapid strides in fields
Akin our counterparts abroad, always;
Our youngsters have the verve and zeal for feats
Like any other well-developed nation.
If communist, a nation can progress,
Why shouldn't a democratic India?
Our strong-willed people can bring progress fast;
Let's learn and train from wisdom of the past!
Bring on the resurgence, O Indians!
We have the skills and talents aplenty;
We can surpass most nations in health, wealth;
We need to trust ourselves with new resolve!
A newer India will soon emerge,
Like a phoenix from the freedom's ashes!
The dreams of Indian youth will turn real;
With faith, we can move mountains into seas!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-08-12
poem by John Celes
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Field Of Joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i touch the leaves that touch the sky
just you and i through fields of joy
all trouble slowly fades away
slowly slowly fades away
i hold your hand inside my hand
across the land through fields of joy
the sound of music that we hear
the blend of colors throug the air
all cities, mountains disappear from view
all truth and beauty near to me and you
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
the fields of joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i know our love will never die
just you and i
through fields of joy
through fields of joy
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Fun.
What is fun? ? ? ? This question came up.
Many young or old are bored, always with an empty cup.
Some want something, special they think it is better,
When they drink, smoke, drug, blow their brain, become a user.
Do you think these are fun? ? ? ? ? ?
How about we hear so much
Of the college kids hazing, parties and such,
Can you imagine those kids will became world leaders,
Doctors, layers, teachers and example for all peoples.
The world is never that same, spiraling forward,
So the challenges are growing according as standard.
Newer and newer problems come up for us all,
It is up to us how we face them, strong or we fall.
Choose to be noble and never a looser, that is the real living.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Instead of trying to build newer and bigger weapons of destruction, mankind should be thinking about getting more use out of the weapons we already have.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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We are now on the threshold of a newer movement, with a newer hope and a new inspiration.
quote by James Larkin
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Cotton Fields
When i was a little bitty baby
My mama done rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Let me tell you now well got me in a fix
I caught a nail in my tire doing lickitey splits
I had to walk a long long way to town
Came upon a nice old man well he had a hat on
Wait a minute mister can you give me some directions
I gonna want to be right off for home
Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When i got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only one thing more that's gonna warm you
A summer's day out in california
It's gonna be those cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
Give me them cotton fields
(it was back in louisiana)
Let me hear it for the cotton fields
(just about a mile from texarkana)
You know that there's just no place like home
Well boy it sure feels good to breathe the air back home
You shoulda seen their faces when they seen how i grown
In them old cotton fields back home
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Inevitable conclusion.
Grey figures moving in the mist
that rolls across the battlefield
Although long dead they still persist
and stubbornly refuse to yield
The can’t go back and won’t move on
perhaps convinced they’re still alive.
So they still wander woebegone
they’ve given all they had to give.
They still have hope although in vain.
That they will wake up from their dream
and be set free to live again.
To see once more the bright sun beam.
I wander with my pen in hand
I try to record how I feel
I do my best to understand.
I hear somehow their mute appeal.
On holiday in Flanders fields
I write my journal every day.
Each battlefield I visit yields
more ghostly figures in the grey
of swirling slowly fading mist.
Evaporating in the sun
I can do nothing to assist.
But if I could I would have done.
Almost a century has passed
since that great war to end all wars.
Still in the mists sad ghosts are massed.
But mankind has not changed his course.
He has evolved the means to kill
in greater numbers than before.
It seems that mankind lacks the will
to live in peace. He prefers war.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Survivor
for Eric Hauptly
It's getting better and there's no denying
The bullshit I put up with and her lies
Are slowly diminishing and dying -
And I'm glad to know that I survived.
Some people are a bitter pill to swallow
When you begin to trust them with your love,
Only to find their affections hollow
And that your love is never good enough.
But they will reap one day what they have sown -
As they get tangled in their web of lies
Until they find that they are all alone
Because it's trust that makes true love alive.
Self-love and self-respect are cultivated
By recognizing love is not abuse,
That love is not about tolerating
Someone who's cheating and just hurting you.
So I am free to move to newer vistas,
To newer lovers, poems and new books -
And to my aging love - ¡Hasta la vista!
Your love is overrated like your looks.
April 11,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Reminiscing The Cold War
When sleep cruising the night would linger not,
In bed laden with time worn cares, it bleeds,
For a cause, unknown, and the congealed blot,
Concealed the healing wounds of feuding creeds.
Might Winter yield to early sprouts of Spring,
Bringing newer thoughts, of a newer clime,
And, these quibbles, might it quash, so to bring,
Idylls of much awaited summer time.
But lo! The trifles have remained unfazed,
Like blizzards of the night that oft recur,
Gave snowy graves for all that have been razed,
Even to peace, that rife times would augur.
Indeed, of cliches, this, is true, so far,
That seeds of peace are sown in times of war.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Sonnet: God Improves Things
At last, the day has come for the accursed,
When shift they must, their trade to newer site;
This place is free from all its troubles nursed,
And swiftly God improves the people’s plight.
The tiger’s back into its own forest;
Its monetary roars have seen its end;
They can now move freely, the men honest;
To tyrants, none need bend or condescend!
Corruption will be at its newer ebb;
Maybe, tiger-cubs could now rule the place!
The people will not fall into their web
Of activity, clandestine in base.
The world could be better; oh, what pleasure!
Justice and truth triumphs; oh, what treasure!
poem by John Celes
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Fashion
Can you define fashion?
It is the one that replaces the present
with a previous one.
The oldest become newer than new.
30.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: ’Tis Wiser to Get God’s Help
The things we do, need not be all correct;
How they are done, we never know for sure;
The time to do, we know not to select;
We do most things as if in a seizure!
How long to try before we can give up?
How do we know our direction’s proper?
How long to sip or change to newer cup?
Many a time, our take-off’s improper!
The man who gets God’s help in life is sane;
Great achievements will surely come his way;
God is an advantage- a boon, not bane;
Impossible things then see light of the day.
Success/ Failure are decided by God;
The prudent man will lean upon the Lord.
6-7-2001
poem by John Celes
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It's such a long mission and we get to spend so much time in space... we're doing such exciting research. And I don't want to overemphasize the life science research, but as a physician the life science research that we're doing is extremely exciting.
quote by Laurel Clark
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Sonnet: Through Science to Heaven
The computer has surely changed our lives;
All inventions can play havoc with souls;
From umptine vices, youth pleasure derives,
And misled children take up newer roles.
Don’t shun the newer gadgets coming in;
Machines should not alter our lives too much;
They should not help us land in mortal sin;
They should not give our bodies Satan’s touch.
Whatever comes anew has good and bad;
Self-control lies within our minds and hearts;
Too much of anything can turn us mad;
Our soul’s state matters first, when it departs.
Be not a slave to machines any time;
Let gadgets help us make our lives sublime.
9-7-2002
poem by John Celes
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The Banana's Lullaby
When grandma wished to keep her fruit
Her apples she would take
And put them on a bed of straw
At rest, but wide awake;
But newer days have newer modes,
And now, that it may keep,
They give an orange opiates
And sing it off to sleep.
And they're telling bedtime stories to bananas,
And rocking little raspberries to rest.
They will dope an apple silly,
And it wakes in Piccadilly
From a beauty sleep that makes it look its best.
It seems a heartless kind of trick
To play on helpless pears;
To lull them off to slumberland
And soothe their nervous cares,
Only to wake them up again,
Weeks after, on a plate,
On the day of execution
To announce their cruel fate.
But they're telling bedtime stories to bananas,
And putting plums to by-by on a ship,
And they never have a notion
They have been across the ocean,
So they even miss the pleasure of the trip.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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After A Thousand Years Back
thousand years back,
when i was in love.
i had a great passion on my world.
my world was me, she and
our wings like that of butterflies...
now in each moments..
passes centuries and centuries..
life is too bigger and too smaller
than a life..
i still have a great passion on my world.
a world newer than thousand years..
poem by Firoz Khan
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P. L. You
Well there's no surprise
One look into those eyes
Having sex every saturday
In the afternoon, with the tv on
It's all you know
It really makes you wanna throw
It could be time for a holiday
On the s. o. f. or a spanish isle
Too much comes too soon
Money doesn't buy you anything good
No love can be alone
Just lay back and give it to the bastards!
Nothing ever really matters
Who cares about you anyway?
Nothing ever really matters
Who cares who lives, who dies?
(p,l,you, p,l,you) not me
(p,l,you, p,l,you) or you
Oh you claim distressed
When you are so casually blessed
With a look in the alleyway
Consume a tuna fish in an old tin can
Too much, you come too soon
Money doesn't buy you anything good
No love can be alone
Just lay back and give it to the bastards!
(p,l,you, p,l,you) nothing ever really matters
(p,l,you, p,l,you) who cares about you anyway?
(p,l,you, p,l,you) nothing ever really matters
(p,l,you, p,l,you) who cares who lives, who dies?
Welcome back my ...
Welcome back ,oh end of the life
Understand me here and now ....
Got to get away
(p,l,you, p,l,you), (p,l,you, p,l,you)
(p,l,you, p,l,you), (p,l,you, p,l,you)
(p,l,you, p,l,you) nothing ever really matters
(p,l,you, p,l,you) who cares about you anyway?
(p,l,you, p,l,you) nothing ever really matters
(p,l,you, p,l,you) who cares who loves, who stays
In the end, of this song
Not me
I'm gone....
song performed by by Duran Duran
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