Sonnet: Life's Crosses Too Are Blessings In Disguise!
When I am careful, yet get pricked by thorns,
The painful situation reminds me then,
‘Not mere bed of roses, life adorns, '
I need more care whev'r jumping the fen!
When I meet persons, who appear like foes,
And I can feel they're worser than others,
I thank my stars for this surprising dose
Of bitter medicine from my brothers!
When life unravels woes amidst the bliss,
Your tolerance threshold improves a lot,
Convincing you, you must not do amiss,
Despite how people unnerve you and plot!
Sometimes, life hurts you for no reason, still
Let prudence, patience, pity, your heart fill!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Rule Your Life
Life gives me thorns that appear like roses;
Life gives me strife that become stepping stones;
Life turns desert reminding of Moses;
Life tempts my flesh; I love the ‘marrowed’ bones!
Life gives downpours but I am warm within;
Life gives much sun; I seek the trees’ shadow;
Life gives vices but I avoid big sin;
Life gives machines; I choose the simple hoe.
Life brings me woes but they strengthen my heart;
Life brings landslides but I am upon rock;
Life gives lucre but I prefer the cart;
Life gives fashions but still I love the frock!
Life gives most things I never wish to get;
My selflessness and prudence wins, I bet.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-8-2005
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Sonnet: A Prayer to God
Amidst all chaos Lord, bring order God;
Amidst the darkness Lord, show me Thine light;
Amidst the atheism, give me Thine word;
Amidst my weakness show, Thine divine might.
Amidst life’s sultriness Lord, give me breeze;
Amidst the mire Lord, could Thou me pull?
Amidst life’s stresses Lord, give me mind’s peace;
Amidst the storms of life, give me a lull.
Amidst my despair Lord, give me new hope;
Amidst my temptations, God, let me win;
Amidst life’s hilly tracts, show me a slope;
Amidst my struggles Lord, let me not sin.
Amidst my foes and woes, show me haven;
Amidst my worldliness, give me Heaven.
7-27-2002 by Dr John Celes
Dedicated to all my siblings, who shared my
Joys and woes, in life on earth
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On Being Patient
Patient persons seldom lose;
Winning always seems their forte;
Time may not be on their side;
But in life, there’s no defeat!
Patience is a virtuous trait –
Key to success in all fields;
Though the odds are very great,
God is always on their side!
Patience makes a brave heart calm;
Tussles end in glorious ways;
Struggles seem simply trivial;
Battles end victoriously!
Patient men can earn a lot;
Patience gives an edge to all;
Patience turns the tide of things;
Patience brings expected ends.
Patience fountain rises high,
Baffling people’s minds and hearts;
Patience comes by sustained toil,
Bringing cheers to all who seek!
A patient soul unnerves foes;
None can take him for granted;
Life is rosy till the end;
Charm of patience grows always!
poem by John Celes
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Virginity
My mother she had children five and four are dead and gone;
While I, least worthy to survive, persist in living on.
She looks at me, I must confess, sometimes with spite and bitterness.
My mother is three-score and ten, while I am forty-three,
You don't know how it hurts me when we go somewhere to tea,
And people tell her on the sly we look like sisters, she and I.
It hurts to see her secret glee; but most, because it's true.
Sometimes I think she thinks that she looks younger of the two.
Oh as I gently take her arm, how I would love to do her harm!
For ever since I cam from school she put it in my head
I was a weakling and a fool, a "born old maid" she said.
"You'll always stay at home," sighed she, "and keep your Mother company."
Oh pity is a bitter brew; I've drunk it to the lees;
For there is little else to do but do my best to please:
My life has been so little worth I curse the hour she gave me birth.
I curse the hour she gave me breath, who never wished me wife;
My happiest day will be the death of her who gave me life;
I hate her for the life she gave: I hope to dance upon her grave.
She wearing roses in her hat; I wince to hear her say:
"Poor Alice this, poor Alice that," she drains my joy away.
It seems to brace her up that she can pity, pity, pity me.
You'll see us walking in the street, with careful step and slow;
And people often say: "How sweet!" as arm in arm we go.
Like chums we never are apart - yet oh the hatred in my heart!
My chest is weak, and I might be (O God!) the first to go.
For her what triumph that would be - she thinks of it, I know.
To outlive all her kith and kin - how she would glow beneath her skin!
She says she will not make her Will, until she takes to bed;
She little thinks if thoughts could kill, to-morrow she'd be dead. . . .
"Please come to breakfast, Mother dear; Your coffee will be cold I fear."
poem by Robert William Service
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Mask
In life you meet various people,
some cunning some innocently simple.
the two types are always disguised,
by a mask of emotions, carefully devised.
When you meet someone you cant be sure,
whether their heart is corrupt or pure.
' how much more time? ' you ask,
'before I get to know, the man behind the mask.'
Sometimes you are lucky enough,
to find a soft heart,
beneath an exterior that's rough.
but alas those unlucky souls,
who meet people with selfish goals.
They call them a friend and hold them dear,
but do not realise, that they are not as they appear.
It hurts a lot when 'friends' turn foes,
For sharp thorns do accompany the beautiful rose.
Now, I too hide the real me,
behind a mask put up for the world to see.
Too afraid to let it go,
in case a friend turns out to be a foe.
I meet people with a smile on my face,
but keep the mask handy, just in case.
Wish I could meet someone true,
so I could throw away the mask,
with which I grew.
poem by Dipti Date Gokhale
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Mother
My heart sometimes cries
As it always feels so lonely
Although, I really wish that I could feel love of my mother
Hardly ever, my sweet mother was able to embrace me
Only after Eight months of my birth, she died
Died by jumping in a well and it took her life, at the very next moment
When people realized about her being dead, she was no more
Then as I grew up I always have missed someone who would care unconditionally about me
Unconditional love and care is received through a mother
However, I lost my mother at an very early age
Life, she took of herself
I guess she was really depressed and had no strength to fight her fears
It is sad, since she was my mother and I really always miss her love and care
Without a mother, I always feel so empty
Whenever I witness a mother taking care of her child
It only reminds me of her, again and again
I miss her and I wish she would have loved me if she was present
Mother, why did you leave me?
poem by Rohit Sapra
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A Cross Amidst Thorns
A stream flows in a swamp
Rain falls on a barren ground
A saint in a lion’s den.
A dove amongst owls…
There’s a cross amidst thorns.
Innocence dwells with guilt
Hope lingers in a despairing people
Life struggles with the grave.
Love unmasks into hatred…
There’s a cross amidst thorns.
Peace competes with the wrathful hand of anarchy
Conscience fights with corruption
The truth passes along with deception
Righteousness boasts with evil
There’s a cross amidst thorns
There’s a cross amidst thorns
Hope radiates from despair
Light reigns above darkness
Faith conquers fear
There’s a cross amidst thorns
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Sometimes Love Hurts
(6/8/12)
Some time love hurts to a point you want to cry
You feel as if everything in you has begun to die
You try to fill it, but it's like shoveling sand against the tide.
I recall when I first saw you standing under the street light
My mind started jumping and my heart took flight.
I walked over to you and asked you your name
I didn't feel guilty and felt no shame.
Life is like a traffic light - it's a stop and go
First you move fast - then you move slow.
You had came to me with tears in your eyes
Because your loved one had said good-bye.
You never knew the feelings I had inside
It was something that I always tried to hide.
I see the pain etched in your face
There's no shame in crying, there's no disgrace.
But loving someone who doesn't love you
That is something that I knew.
You are the sun that rises in my soul
Being with you all of life unfolds
You are the water that quenches my thirst
You fill up my body to a point of burst.
Sometimes love hurts, and you feel as if your world is caving in
Just open up your mind and let me in.
I will show you what love is really about
Of that my love there is no doubt.
You see life is no good when you're alone
And every love you ever had, you had blown
So let him learn the aches and pains that you have gone thru
this is all that you can do.
Sometimes love hurts, but it doesn't have to
Because I am right here next to you.
poem by Louis Rams
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Today and Beyond Tomorrow…
Among flowers there are roses
Among roses there are thorns
... My life was so empty
Until you came along
It was not into my ear you wispered
But into my heart
Because you are the reason…
I fell in love atlast
You made me feel so special
In your own special ways
And now we are together
Loving each and every day
If only I could pen down
The way I feel about you
Today and beyond tomorrow
I shall only love you
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Together We Live.
Watching the sunset, on the beach, forever in love, our hearts will teach. One thing, I'd like to give, is ths poem, together we live. without you, at my side, causes this feeling, I cannot hide. The glistening waves, and stars in the sky, reminds me of you, and the sparkle in your eyes. Together we live, and strong will we stand, running our toes, through the soft beach sand. Holding each other, warm and close, is like a medicine, without the dose. Together we live. Sadness is gone, because we learned to share, to take the time, to be concerned and care. now our life, is one big smile, together we live, for a loving long while. On a special day, and you cannot give, just remember in your heart, Together we live..
poem by William Breland
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You are my beauty flower of my life
You are my beauty flower of my life
You are my rose flower that I have it in whole my life
They burned fire inside this beautiful flower to make you forget me simply
The night is coming & going very fast
& simply I can't seen you beside me in these beautiful nights
I feel in comfort just when I see you beside me
& you know this honey
My eyes tears have taste inside my mouth
Because I'm crying too much in all the night so I can't drain them easily
My tears look like the failing water
If something happen for you I will destroy those persons who want to hurt you
I will vanish anybody who wants to touch one piece from your blond hair
You are my life flower but they pull you out from your roots
With all my sadness
They want me to forget you simply
If you died or you stay alive & they hurt you
I have judgment day with those persons who did this to you
They day is going fast & I didn't hear your pure voice
You are my lovely beauty princess
You are my fate and I will wait for you in whole my life
I will wait you to the last day of my life to my death day
I will never forget you in whole my life
I promise you that the day will come soon & we will meet each other simply
Take care for yourself honey
Take care & be careful
My god bless you
One Is Careful Not To Be Pricked
Some will cling with thorns.
With a doing done to impede one's progress.
If allowed to hinder.
And if one chooses to produce,
Award winning roses...
One is careful not to be pricked.
Or not let the pricking linger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lonely
Emptiness in my heart
Emptiness in my soul,
Emptiness in my life
Loneliness takes it's toll.
Nobody to love me
Nobody to care,
Trapped in this lonely world
For nobody is there.
Lonely while standing
In a crowded room,
But screaming to be noticed
When locked in my tomb.
I just want to love
And be loved in return,
Somebody take my heart
And show some concern.
I'm lonely and it hurts
I'm crying in pain,
Somebody help me
My heart is slain.
Fill my lonely heart
Fill my lonely soul,
Fill my lonely life
Make me feel whole.
poem by Adam McKim
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On A Path One Has Cleared Of Thorns
Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.
Obstacles impossible seem to pop from everywhere.
To test emotions and one's endurance.
And anyone who has ever faced opposition knows...
Friends can become unconsious foes sometimes.
And those thought to be foes...
Eventually become those who are the most close.
One truly doesn't know who 'is' or who isn't...
Until it is recognized,
The one who has lived a life dedicated...
Being who they are from the beginning,
Becomes more appreciated by those...
Who acknowledge a life lived devoted,
Is not a bed of roses...
On a path one has cleared of thorns.
Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.
On a path one has cleared of thorns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Roses on the Earth
Roses on the Earth
Shameful work you are doing
Laughing and smiling still then.
You are floating in the sea of poverty and sorrows
still you have
no hesitation,
No tension,
And no worries.
Can you say me to secret of your smile?
We are in surprise.
People see you and have a pity on your fate.
But you are always away from
the luxury of the fate.
Your profession is garbage collection.
No body can enter easily in your profession except you.
I have seen Roses in the garden.
They are blooming with the thorns.
You are also smiling with unlimited sorrows and poverty
Even on the heap of the garbage
which is more painful than the thorns.
We can say them
“The Roses on the Earth”
poem by Vijay Gupta
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Sonnet: Sufferings Make Us Stronger
If Life gets spent with troubles few and rare,
Susceptible, becomes the mind and weak;
When woes come back, man goes into despair,
And like a Lamb, innocent, he is meek.
When man has never felt the slightest pain,
The threshold falls to low levels with time;
A little touch appears painful again!
'Tis pain to ears that hear the bells just chime.
When troubles come, the heart and mind turn strong;
And suff'rings make one feel life's joys better;
Sometimes, it happens, we go in the wrong;
Avoiding struggles is the worst fetter.
One can't spend life in dreams often for long;
Nevertheless, laugh, smile, whistle a song.
poem by John Celes
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Reconsideration
Brothers, why shall we despair?
Brothers, why do we never care?
Let's be considerate and fair,
Life is good and love is there,
Don't deny love which moves every part,
We all need one another's heart,
So do it and put the horse before the cart,
We all ask for one common feature,
To care and help our human nature,
Life is not get, take and torture,
Life is trust, care and such a feature,
Let our life be eternal and rare,
Have you heard words of care,
Please never quit nor them tear.
poem by Omar Jabak
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Sonnet: The Wisdom of Earthly Life
If Life be drab, instill some variety;
If Life be sad, laugh your troubles away;
If Life be insecure, save up money;
If Life be demanding, do things your way.
If Life be too unkind, just change your aim;
If Life be agony, increase threshold;
If Life be grief-bringing, don’t others blame;
If Life be upsetting, remain just bold.
If Life be dangerous, venture forth less;
If Life be less content, then pray to God;
If Life be treacherous, expect the stress;
If Life be changing tunes, dance in accord.
If Life be revengeful, forgive your foes;
If Life be sans rewards, that’s how it goes!
poem by John Celes
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My Reason
live a life that's sheltered
I'm constantly alone
reporting on my weakness
there's emptiness at home
I need to find a reason
to live this way
I'm running out of patience and my life is over
I'm standing here but I'm on my way
searching to find them answer
standing here but it's all the same
and I'm running out of patience
well I will obtain
my reason
for you
and I have gained
a reason
for you
but you left me
you left me here and I'm all alone
theres drifting by another scent
I take pity in myself
searching the event that kept me in this hell
I need to find a reason
to live this way
I'm running out of patience and my life is over
I'm standing here but I'm on my way
searching to find them answer
standing here but it's all the same
and I'm running out of patience
well I will obtain
my reason
for you
well I have gave
a reason
for you
but you left me
you left me here and I'm all alone
I'm all alone
I'm all alone
I'm all alone
I'm all a
a(strech out a long time)
well I'm searching to find my reason
to find a reason
to find my reason why I need you
and I need you
and I want you
but I need to
get away from you
and I need you
and I want you
but I need to
get away from you
and I need you
and I want you
but I need to
get away from you
and I need you
and I want you
but I need to
get away from you
well I will take my reason for you
and I needed someone to love me
but you just left me
here and allowed me
you know I needed someone to love me
but I'm all alone
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Love Hurts
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
When hands loosen the intimate clasp
And they turn poles apart
One rushing to the North
And the other, South.
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
When the bunch of withered roses
And thorns, leaves and stems
Gather dust on the window sill
Of a dishevelled house.
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
When they don't look eye to eye,
And Love is no more blind,
For a raging storm from nowhere takes over
The effeminate steam of
The wintry-morning cup of tea,
Over the bitter argument
Of perfect spoon of sugar,
To be or not to be added
To the flavour of real Indian tea.
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
For the waiting hurts me more.