Sonnet: ‘Homo sapiens’ ‘in Utero’
Behold the beauty of the embryo!
The fusion of the gametes in the womb;
From single cell, the progeny will grow,
To breathe earth’s air, before ’tis down in tomb.
And how each part appears in time aright!
A development, gene-directed by God;
And many things must happen by day/night;
The environs must also give the nod.
Man thinks he can improve the growth process!
He sets defects aright ‘in Utero’;
What if he should render matters much worse!
A tragedy, fetus may undergo.
Yet, Nature’s best in what it breaks or makes,
And man must learn self-control for God’s sakes!
6-30-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Earthly Laws and ‘in utero’ Baby Rights!
Womb’s environs must be made conducive
For growth of every seed God-implanted;
The birth-canal is road to every life
That seeks a state of separate existence!
Man ought to help the life within the womb
To grow and get nourishment that’s timely;
Let none convert the sacred womb to tomb,
Enacting laws to curb birth ruthlessly!
Why muffle throats that yearn to raise ‘first cry’,
And see their parents’ faces and God’s sky!
The laws on earth shouldn’t make life worse in womb,
Curtailing growth of human progeny!
‘Unwanted child’ is no excuse to kill!
God heals some unborn, unhealthy and ill!
A few jurors can’t decide mankind’s fate,
And tilt the balance against life each time!
All forms of life get innate rights from God,
Including growth, birth, earthly existence;
No king or leader shall undo these rights
Of life, God-made or hinder their free birth!
If those already born have rights plenty,
If birth alone can give a person rights,
Why can’t such rights be given to the child,
By making way for birth in the first place?
There is no reason good enough to kill
The life allowed by God within the womb;
The laws in sacred womb are Nature-made!
No earthly law should permeate the womb.
Give freedom to be born to the unborn!
No God of life can watch with patience more,
When man can destroy millions unborn lives!
No tomb can ever yield a single birth!
When save you want a life that’s ebbing fast,
Why hinder lives that yearn to see the light?
He/she who kills within the womb will kill
By habit anyone already born!
The soul without the grace of God could do
More heinous crimes upon the planet earth;
A homicide is taking others’ lives –
Within the womb or without are both crimes!
God spare the lives of millions denied birth!
How can such murders foul give someone mirth?
The unseen tears of unborn kids brings curse;
Their unheard pleas to man will make lives worse!
If man can kill his child before ‘first cry’,
When man can torture children while in womb,
And bring about their death and destruction,
His heart has turned all cold and loveless too!
Denying freedom of God-destined births?
The woman’s womb belongs to her, sans seed!
Once seeded, it belongs to her seed now!
Eugenics is still far-fetched than real!
Life’s values cannot change in womb/ ex womb!
Abortion on demand can’t give the right
To kill a baby that can thrive on own!
Each baby has the right to live like all.
The days are not far-off when world demands
All invalids and elderly to die!
The theories Eugenics speaks are not true
Or proved beyond a doubt or time-tested!
No doctor can afford to use his ken
To abet crimes of sinful men, women!
Most ‘statistics’ are some-how error-prone;
No man can judge the worthiness of life!
The laws outside the womb can’t stifle life
That grows within the womb, awaiting birth!
Allow the unborn child to be born, man;
No man can add an hour to his life-span!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-26-2009
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Self-motivation
Oh, tell me what to do;
I am in dire straits;
I trust no man on earth;
I don’t know what to do!
My problems are galore;
Time does not favor me;
I have to face what comes;
I am afraid, I’ll fail!
I can’t escape this time?
The odds are against me;
I’m strong but weak again;
Can I set things aright?
Yet, I’ve been quite lucky;
God helped me many times;
I’ve seen worse off problems;
I hope I’ll overcome.
So, let me try again;
I cannot lose my heart;
Courage is my answer;
I’ll face whatever comes.
Failure is part of life;
Success can’t always come;
Hopelessness shouldn’t fill mind;
I’ll pull my strings again!
Whatever comes, I’ll take;
I can’t brood, fume or fret;
Let things happen somehow;
Defeat shall not be mine!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-10-2009
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The Seed in the Womb- Baby Alive!
There is a dormant life, unseen,
In every seed!
When sowed in soil that’s wet,
Under the bright rays of the sun,
It sprouts into a seedling,
With overt life!
It grows into a sapling-
A miniature plant,
Which grows into a plant or tree,
Laden with flowers, fruits and seeds,
And happy are both,
God and mankind.
Do farmers destroy seeds?
Do they destroy sprouted seeds?
Do they pull off seedlings?
Do they remove saplings?
And all have life,
From Creator!
There is an innate life, unseen
In each zygote!
On nidation in womb,
Under the loving care of God,
It grows, becoming embryo:
With overt life!
Which grows into a fetus-
Miniature human being!
Bubbling with life;
And grows into a human babe,
That should be born,
To grow into an adult (male/ female) ,
Who can now have, children,
Maintaining human race,
And happy are both,
God and mankind!
Should one destroy zygotes?
Should one destroy embryos? (Abortion)
Should one murder the fetus? (Feticide, Abortion))
Should one kill the babe, unborn? (Infanticide)
And all have life,
From Creator!
Life is life- plant or beast!
Life is life- in seed or ovum / sperm!
Life is life- small or big!
Life is life- in utero or ex!
Life is life- unborn or born!
Life is life- child or adult!
Would anyone sane destroy
A growing plant?
Would anyone sane cut down
A little tree?
Does any woman have the right
To abort her child?
Can any man or woman
Murder own child?
‘God gives the ‘seed’ life in the womb,
None dare take this out, except Him.
God makes the seed grow in the womb;
No one dare turn the womb, a tomb!
Abortion is murder, most foul
Of a baby in the womb! ’
‘THOU SHALT NOT KILL- saith the Lord.’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-29-2008
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Embryonic Homicide
Life is same, no matter young or old;
Life is precious, more than silver, gold;
Life isn’t commodity that is sold;
Life’s from God, not from this nasty world!
Alike is life in children and adults;
Alike is life ‘in utero’, ‘ex womb’;
Alike is life of born and that unborn;
All human lives are equal before God.
All human beings are in God’s semblance;
Each body gets a soul that everlasts;
The love of God is shown to all creatures;
The Life-Giver alone can take back life!
The Embryo has life that’s God-destined;
The Embryo was formed by love of God;
The Embryo must grow by divine Word;
The Embryo has soul like anyone!
Why kill the embryo for its small parts?
Why destroy one life to save another?
Why treat the embryo with great disdain?
Why murder lives in womb for sake of born?
The embryo is healthy, not diseased;
The embryo is living, not deceased;
The embryo is child, awaiting birth;
The embryo is human too and worth!
No beast kills babies that are still unborn;
The world demands kindness to animals;
Why not protect the human lives unborn?
Preserve the dignity of life in womb!
Could God watch human lives desecrated?
Would God spare merciless human beings?
The embryonic life is life as well;
All ruthless murderers shall land in hell!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-9-2009
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Tsunamis- God Makes: God Takes!
God makes, He breaks!
God gives, He takes!
What tragedy!
What mystery!
What suffering!
What faltering!
But Why God does, no one can know!
Why He allows? Why He says, ‘No’! ?
This is the world in which we live;
Nature will not her secrets give;
Nevertheless, we can’t complain;
There’s harmony in boon or bane;
Who dare question Almighty’s ways?
We live a life of numbered days!
Yet, God is kind and cares for us;
Without the Lord, we shall be worse;
Some things happen which we can’t take:
We never know what’s true or fake;
The science we know turns obsolete;
Our labor seems at times effete;
And yet, men say that science is God!
-Believing which is rather odd;
The earth has built her devices,
Those mitigate human vices;
The man who thinks he is all wise,
Is sooner, later cut to size;
Who dare defy the Lord’s commands
Will slip into the Devils’ hands;
We have a code and soul to keep;
If otherwise, bad things we reap;
Man cannot curb Nature’s freedom;
Harnessing it is but seldom;
God made the man better than beast,
Promising him a sumptuous Feast;
If he lives not a better life,
God gives him woes, aplenty strife;
Through Nature’s fury, God reminds
-‘Man is God’s toy, which He rewinds! ’
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Sonnet: Improve Earth, Man; Space Can Wait!
There are so many things to do on earth;
Let scientists spend money and time aright;
Our modern life has problems ev'r since birth;
Why sleep all day and work extra at night?
The teething challenges of earth galore
Have to be solved to help all people live;
Explore Space but Earth needs care all the more;
For billions brethren, scientists, time must give.
When poor can't get one square meal once a day,
When diseases defy the healer's skills,
When nations have debts that they can't repay,
Why tax the citizen and raise tall bills?
God placed all things in space quite far away,
To warn men not to waste time anyway!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-08-12
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Sonnet: Life’s Like This
At times, life appears too complex indeed;
At other times, it appears so simple;
And sometimes problems appear like a weed;
Which is best place to pray- home or temple?
And no one knows the ideal ways of life;
No one knows the road aright to take;
And no one knows how best to combat strife;
And no one knows the genuine from the fake.
But at times, we walk; sometimes, we tend to run;
Life’s mysteries, no one can ev’r fathom;
We keep going to be in rain or sun;
Some dreams come true; others remain phantom.
Realities of life, all will have to face;
Sometimes, we feel caught as if in a maze.
6-2-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Talking to God
O Lord, my God, I am a sinner too!
Many a time, I have sinned against You;
No doubt, You’ve given me a newer role;
The things that happen aren’t in my control.
Weak is my frame and weak as well, my will;
I can’t depend forever on my skill;
Tell me O Lord, when things will quite improve;
I am afraid I could make the wrong move.
Without Your help, I am always a naught;
This life on earth is with much danger fraught;
The way things happen makes me disgusted;
This earthly gold, silver too get rusted!
You are my Master; I’m Your servant, Lord;
To stray away from You, I can’t afford;
You are the light that brightens my life dark;
O let me walk thine way and keep my mark!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-5-2009
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Our Creator
Every atom,
Every molecule,
Every cell,
Every breath,
Every heart-beat,
Every part,
Every vessel,
Every sensation,
Every movement,
Every impulse,
Every stimulus,
Every thought,
Every cell-division,
Every second of life,
Every gene,
Everything man possesses
Came from the Maker,
By His infinite love,
And kindness,
And is under His loving care,
Watchful eyes,
Expert guidance,
And grace.
So, know this man and render thanks,
For His love and mercy, boundless,
Throughout your earthly stay!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-2-2007
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Abortion- Heaven gone amiss?
God gave women a pelvic bag,
‘The uterus’ or Womb!
And tethered it well, not to sag-
To rear children aplomb;
The growth of fetus should not lag,
And turn the womb, its tomb!
And neither should one abort it,
Thinking it is unfit!
The God of life gave some creatures,
The uterus or womb;
He gives the ‘seed’ life, and nurtures,
Some make the womb, a tomb!
No God of life can accept fault
Of a sinful human soul;
Most babies ought to pass the vault:
To be born- their one goal.
Some bring the babe out by ‘Caesar, ’
-a cut in uterus:
On dates and times, in their leisure,
Sans labor-pains or fuss!
Some others kill the unborn child,
Because they don’t want it;
Will rod of God for them be mild,
Or will it be ‘Fire-pit’?
‘Abortion is sure murder foul’-
No one dare deny this;
All god-believers surely scowl
For, Heaven’s gone amiss?
Can not the modern man, woman
Just understand this truth?
None can escape the Maker’s pan:
‘He’ll take a tooth for tooth! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-9-2008
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Sonnet: God’s Special Love
The love of God had given us our form
Wholesome and perfect, while in mother’s womb;
The environs then tried to us deform:
Some ending without being born in tomb!
The love of God had given parents good,
Who reared us with great care to adulthood;
And taught us basic things we need in life,
And how to toil and overcome our strife.
The love of God had given us life-span-
Our precious time on earth to work for Him;
The Hand of God protected each human,
From foes, travail and when life became grim.
God’s special love chose us before our birth,
For being born, human being on earth.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-2-2008
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Be Very Patient
Be very patient,
The potter's clay;
Be very wise,
The writer's pen;
Be very useful,
Of the muse of life with a living hope;
Let your yes be yes and your no be no.
Life is like the patience of Iyyob,
So abstain from fleshly lust;
Like the days of our visitations on this earth.
Sarah obeyed Abraham,
Like the sea and the seashore;
So established are the two witnesses.
Oh womb, womb, womb!
Oh bomb, bomb, bpomb! !
Oh tomb, tomb, tomb! ! !
Be very patient in this life.
Womb. bomb, tomb;
The womb is opened.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The earth is defiled.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The time of trouble on this earth with our muses.
Our bombs will shake the heavens,
And our sins will led us to our tombs;
As it is written in the Book Of Life like,
A child born today from the womb.
We came out of the womb and,
Many of us will be killed by the bombs! !
Which will finally send us into the tombs.
Read about the facts,
Learn about the truth,
Our days of darkness from the womb!
We came out of the womb and,
Are destroying the world with our bombs;
Soon, we will be buried in the tombs!
Womb, bomb, tomb;
Be very patient on this earth without hatred.
Lets be each others keeper,
Lets learn for the truth of all things;
Our days on this earth is still very short.
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Sonnet: All Things Are Beautiful
Be it a mountain or a little mount,
Be it a hillock or a mighty hill,
Be it a waterfall or little fount,
There is much beauty that a heart can fill!
The size or color does not matter much;
The place or face of things isn’t important;
Beauty depends on the observer’s touch,
Of being lured in ways significant.
Each artist knows the value of his heart;
The Potter knows the price of every pot;
All things have beauty innate or in part;
There is a world within a single dot!
The state of mind and exposure matters;
The careless observer always falters.
7-19-2002
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Sonnet: God Provides Solutions
When problems defy human solutions,
And seem incomprehensible to thought,
And reels my head in grandiose delusions,
I curse the perpetrator for the act!
Like many diseases one cannot cure,
Or treat the pain of terminal cancer,
Many things on earth, one ought to endure,
Which deepest thought can’t give you an answer.
The hand of God can work yet great wonders,
Of course, in His own time and in His way;
With lightning speed, God sets aright blunders;
But all you got to do is wait and pray!
Console those hearts with intolerable grief;
God, give them grace to discover relief.
(9-28-2000)
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Sonnet: Change now for your soul’s good!
Oh how time flies and how most things can change!
The ones we thought were small, appear grown up!
Everything is so different and in range;
Gone are the days together, we did sup.
The heart of man too changes with the tide;
When ‘tis for worse, then man becomes unwise;
More so when he in God does not abide;
And soul is steeped in sins, misdeeds and vice!
Alas! How longer can you live in sin?
Hell is a place from which there’s no return!
And if we can’t over the devil win;
Forev’r with him in hell, we must then burn!
Our life on Earth is for Heaven but meant;
Now is the time to think aright, repent!
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Sonnet: The Futility of Man’s Labors
The ‘why’ of many things is still unknown;
The ‘how’ of certain things, puzzle remains;
The ‘where’ of many things is lesser known;
The ‘when’ of certain things, waxes and wanes.
Most earthly matters are not lucid still;
Most divine things are known not in the least;
Most human achievements are by the ‘will’;
Most natural phenomena aren’t yet pieced.
Sojourn of man on earth has done nothing;
Life-span of man is too short to achieve;
It matters not whether pauper or king;
The man of wisdom does in God believe.
The greatest feats of man on earth are naught;
Compared to Nature, man’s work is a dot!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-13-2008
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Sonnet: On The Prudent Use of Earth’s Resources
When mountains’ cut and granite stones are made,
And Iron’s got from ore deep down the Earth,
And wood is sawed from trees of Everglade:
Thus, skyscrapers in cities get their birth!
The Earth’s resources are so abundant;
It lasts as long as God wants it to last;
So, gold is turned into rings and pendant;
In doing this, man appears to be fast.
Prudence is needed in whatev’r man does;
The Earth’s resources could get depleted;
Improper ways of man could make things worse;
Man’s plans to progress get self-defeated.
Let man take care when resources are scarce;
When coffer’s empty, why then cry out hoarse?
6-26-2002 byDr John Celes
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Sonnet: God Allows Afflictions
Afflictions come sometimes because of God,
Who wants to make ripples in our soul’s life;
And test our faithfulness to His mouth’s words,
And therefore, He gives us some kind of strife.
If sufferings keep endlessly coming,
God wants us improve our soul’s earthly state;
So, He delays giving His grace/ blessing,
As much as He can to a later date.
But God’s aware of every Goodman’s plight;
He watches every second, his foot/step;
Repent for sins and make your soul aright;
And God will soon give you the needed ‘pep’.
Nothing is big for the Almighty God;
He thinks a lot before He gives His rod.
6-23-2001
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Abortion
If mother kills her child in womb,
And this is not a sin or crime,
Why shouldn’t one kill others by bomb,
Or murder innocents each time?
The ‘seed’ implant in utero,
Is precious life, allowed by God,
And has all rights to live, be born
And see the world that God has made!
When homicide per se is crime,
Attracting punishment on earth,
How much more is infanticide
And abortion of unborn child?
What mother is she who would kill
Her unborn child, while still in womb-
An act against Almighty’s Will,
And turn the place of birth, a tomb?
No God of love will allow this
Great sin by modern Adams, Eves;
For, God is fair to all creatures-
Beast or man, big or small, with soul!
You shall not kill a human being
For, murder is a mortal sin,
Inviting mighty wrath of God-
Eternal Damnation, the rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-11-2008
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Sonnet: Life
In life on earth, contrasting things happen;
The highest on earth will be soon tumbled;
The greatest on earth will be too humbled;
All can’t have success and all can’t captain.
The higher we fly, greater will be fall;
The greater the care we ought to take then;
We are all human and we are mere men;
Though feeling secure, we await the call.
Life is in achieving great things may be!
The balance of mind and peace, you will need;
No time can any man control the sea!
Nature is far greater, supreme indeed.
Every man ought to learn his limits first;
Man is driven by curiosity’s thirst.
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