Sonnet: ’cide!
This land is dying of its own accord;
Neglected are the people working here;
To live without this pay, most can afford;
Who cares about the welfare of all dear?
When corrupt bosses come so very fast,
The lower-rungs are eaten by white-ants;
Not one is bent on rectifying past;
‘Mahouts are killed by temple elephants! ’
The innocents get tortured in the fray;
If God could send a savior very soon!
Perhaps, the Maker expects us to pray;
The sun gives day-light and for night through moon!
Even the rains won’t come in time these days!
Yet, God will salvage in His time and ways!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-24-2007
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Sonnet: Boss’ Day (Oct.16)
Some bosses do not know what fairness is!
Some bosses want to be corrupt in life;
Some bosses work endlessly without bliss;
Some bosses cut their employees like knife!
Some bosses do not want to be honest;
Some bosses talk but do opposite things;
Some bosses do not want workers to rest;
Some bosses live a lazy life like kings!
Good bosses are good administrators;
Good bosses think of employees’ welfare;
Good bosses are not liars / orators;
Good bosses serve their employees and share.
What sort of boss do you prefer to be?
A boss must live a life exemplary!
Dedicated to all bosses world-o'er
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-22-2007
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Sonnet: A ‘King’ for Now
They chose a ‘king’ to rule their land for now–
A corrupt choice but forced by situation;
He rules the place ‘blind, deaf and mute’ somehow,
Deserving well, some congratulation.
The land has gone to dogs and appears worse–
The welfare of its subjects much ignored;
‘The land is now a mule and not a horse! ’
As ministers had slumbered well and snored.
Some future ‘heirs’ seem chosen already;
The common man is poorer than ever;
Land’s corruption is its own enemy;
Its bosses short-sighted are not clever.
The land though fertile raises not a crop,
As farmers get loan–waiver as a sop!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-29-2008
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‘Wish You A Happy New Year 2008! ’
The storms of life are gone, perhaps;
The winds of change have blown over;
Black-clouds that loomed have cleared at last;
Our strife and woes are things of past!
The old year cruised off splendidly;
It brought more blessings than we thought;
The New Year’s Eve was not that good;
Nevertheless thank God, we should.
Let’s hope, the New Year brings more joys;
Let’s pray the world is fairer still;
Let’s put our minds and hearts and souls,
Performing gladly newer roles!
The God of love abandons none;
The Lord of Truth forsakes no one;
The caring God will meet our wants:
Let’s work better than even ants!
May peace prevail across the globe!
May innocents be never killed!
May poor curse not a man or God!
May God withold His angry rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-28-2007
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I Know A Man
I know a man.
Who does everything for everyone and expects nothing return.
Burning away the night sky.
Working till the day he dies.
Their is so much love in his eyes.
Their is never enough time.
A task overwhelming.
Taking over where you left off.
A promise of the selfless.
Memories of your younger days.
As age wears you thin.
You are still not ready give in.
Forever holding on to the towel.
Never willing to let it go.
I know a man.
Who does everything for everyone and expects nothing return.
Burning away the night sky.
Working till the day he dies.
Their is so much love in his eyes.
Their is never enough time.
Mercy of the angels.
Hardiness of a father.
Pushing me to go even farther.
When I need help you are always more then willing.
A priceless soul your building.
Lessons learned, lessons taught.
Somethings just can't be bought.
You never blame me you know its not my fault.
I know a man.
Who does everything for everyone and expects nothing return.
Burning away the night sky.
Working till the day he dies.
Their is so much love in his eyes.
Their is never enough time.
Sickly you become as the clock keeps on ticking right on bye.
But nobody cares.
They still have the same expectations.
And your delivery's take a deviation.
People get pissed cause your not as fast.
You want to pull down your pants and say kiss my white a double s.
But you hold your tongue.
For you know when all is said and done.
They'll have to just deal with you.
They at this point just don't have a clue.
I know a man.
Who does everything for everyone and expects nothing return.
Burning away the night sky.
Working till the day he dies.
Their is so much love in his eyes.
Their is never enough time.
You now have reached the end.
You look into my eyes.
And say I hope I have taught you well my son.
Cause it won't be long.
The reaper coming to take me home.
I'm sorry but its now where I belong.
Don't cry now.
For you must keep moving on.
Listen here boy, this has become our song.
I know a man.
Who does everything for everyone and expects nothing return.
Burning away the night sky.
Working till the day he dies.
Their is so much love in his eyes.
And their is never enough time.
Their is never enough time.
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Sonnet: Why Do I Change My Clinics Frequently?
Why do I start my clinics everywhere?
So far, I have not found the answer yet;
Perhaps, I have to pray and bless the air!
Perhaps, God tests me if I fume and fret.
Whatever happens, I must take with cheer;
In everything I do, God has a plan;
The will of God is not well-known, I fear;
God moulds and shapes to be a better man.
The things that happen to me are so queer;
Nevertheless, I praise the Lord, my God;
My life on earth to me is very dear;
My soul is precious to my Maker, Lord.
I do not ask the ‘whys’ of things these days;
God is my friend, guide, protector always!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-22-2007
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Sonnet: Senescence
All love to reach a ripe old age in life;
A long life-span is Maker’s gift to some;
Attaining hundred years is not so rife;
To most, a peaceful death is just welcome.
Old age gives time to think and pray to God;
Past memories of good and bad days flash;
Diseases, frailty are the only rod;
Some find it difficult to eat or wash.
Some lucky ones are hale and hearty still;
Their loving kith and kin, so often throng;
Some pray that they must never fall down ill;
Some spend their old age engrossed in some song.
Not all old-timers leave the world quite fast;
In somnolence profound, some breathe their last!
Dedicated to all old persons, who keep their cheer.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-11-2008
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The Elderly These Days!
The younger birds have flown off far away!
Their parents aged are left alone today;
The nest looks empty, silent, everyday;
O Lord, show us your way- they pray!
Who cares who cares for elderly these days?
All children seem busy in their own ways;
Mere solitude is what the world repays;
Oh, what a blot on modern human race!
What love was shown by parents in years past!
They look now weary, dazed, with eyes downcast;
They live in penury and sickness fast;
’Tis years, their near and dear ones saw them last!
Cannot all children understand their plight?
Neglecting elderly is never right;
God sees their bloody tears when children fight;
The elderly need food, comfort, care, sight!
Our parents kept us warm when we were cold;
All children have a duty to ones old;
The elderly need young shoulders to hold;
Their virtuous deeds are worth more than all gold!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-10-2006
Dedicated most lovingly to the World’s Elderly
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Warrior Red-Ants
I crushed some warrior-ants to death,
And wondered what, others would do;
And very promptly, came more ants
To investigate scene of crime!
These ants build nests upon the trees,
By gluing leaves with strange substance;
Their nests look like army barracks,
With sentry-ants guarding smartly!
The dead ants lay all strewn about;
A few of them were moving still;
And very soon, they too lay dead,
Like soldiers killed in battle-field!
The scout ants went from ant to ant,
Perhaps in search of ones alive;
Some went back fast to convey news
About the tragedy they saw!
And very soon, arrived more ants
To check if dead were truly dead;
Somehow, these ants smelt death itself;
They did it so effortlessly!
Each one of them lifted the dead,
By proboscis and sped back home;
Each ant with carcass upon mouth,
Ran back as fast as legs carried.
And in a trice, the dead were cleared;
The scene of crime was clean by now;
The work was finished in moments;
Yes, ants are truly busiest!
Oh, what respect ants show their dead!
How fast they rescue comrades hurt!
They proved they respected their dead;
Do human beings do like-wise?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-15-2008
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Bible Stories: Jonah (Part VI)
Further Interpretation:
The Lord expects obedience,
From all His ones beloved;
God has remarkable patience,
We ought to do as said.
’Tis upto Him to spare a soul;
Or punish one early;
To watch earth’s events is His role
He forgives all freely!
Man wants all wicked ones punished;
But God has other ways;
Man wants all righteous rewarded,
God puts it off by days!
Man’s anger comes in moments fast,
God cannot be like that;
Man forgets not the things of past,
The Maker does, so what?
Though Jonah’s reason for anger
Was right, from human point;
God saves all creatures from danger,
‘Sinners, He can anoint! ’
The God who made all souls alike,
Just loves to have all back;
He speaks to hearts ‘without a mike’;
The grace to hear, we lack!
Man’s repentance softens God’s wrath,
His anger cools off soon;
He wants us walk in righteous path,
And gain Heaven as boon!
The way God sees, we cannot sense,
We have human limits;
For downtrodden, God is defense,
Give up sinful habits!
Man’s narrowness of thinking is
Well seen in Jonah’s case;
When God prepares to forgive foes,
His verdict, none efface.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-26-2007
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How to Pray?
Pray incessantly;
Pray most fervently;
Pray with all your heart;
God will do His part!
Pray most sensibly;
Pray most effectively;
Pray deep from your heart;
Pray as if an art!
Pray for prolonged time;
Pray in any clime;
Pray by singing rhymes;
God’s answers chime!
Pray in holy place;
Pray with heav’nly gaze;
Pray for human race;
Pray in many ways.
Let prayers rise up high;
Let prayers pierce the sky;
Let prayers touch God’s heart,
As blessings divine start!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-14-2009
poem by John Celes
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Comes Another Christmas Day!
Another year is coming to a close!
Another Christmas Day is coming near;
Another chance to make up with ones dear;
Another season to enjoy, of course!
Let’s thank the Lord for being born again;
Let’s praise the babe for bringing joy and peace;
Let’s hope that all our sinful habits cease;
Let’s spread the Word that Jesus will soon reign!
Let’s hang the star aglow for people, aye!
Let’s decorate the Christmas-tree that day;
Let’s distribute some presents like a Fay;
Let’s listen to some songs divine and pray.
Let’s send some pretty cards to ones we know;
Let’s cut a cake to show what joy can do;
Let’s eat some home-made dainty dishes too;
Let’s celebrate this Christmas Day once more!
But let our hearts be filled with grace, be pure;
The King of Kings in manger born asks this;
He came to redeem sinners for God’s bliss;
He is the savior for all mankind, sure!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-03-2007
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100 days as Medical College Dean (D)
My anger is all gone;
I am not just alone;
It is a newer dawn
That I see every morn!
My friends may turn now foes;
And add to my new woes;
With foes as friends, life goes;
I have little resource!
To me all are equal;
‘None are perfect, ’ I tell;
Sometimes, I do well yell,
Ask them to go to hell!
The poor shouldn’t stay so poor!
They must be given care;
I pray for their welfare;
But I’m just ‘earthen-ware’!
I think about my past,
The days I was downcast;
Time elapses so fast;
I unfurl the flag atop the mast!
Life appears to be fine,
With pleasant, warm sunshine;
The water looks like brine,
And I don’t drink wine.
But can I achieve success?
It is a wild, wild guess;
I never like to fuss;
My life’s no more a mess!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-27-2009
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Sonnet: Viewing From a Wiser Angle
Why lead a group of people most corrupt?
Do they deserve a righteous man as boss?
Why sermon audience that can interrupt?
Unheeding to advice good is their loss!
Why waste one’s precious time on deafened ears?
Why waste one’s life reforming ‘criminals’?
Why live as alien, eating food with fears?
Some want the road-side and not urinals!
Why talk to men with tongues smoothened by lies?
Why guide the evil minds to do good deeds?
Why talk of God to foolish atheist guys?
Good fruits appear in plants grown from good seeds!
Sometimes, ’tis good to stay a rung lower!
Corrupt can’t stay for long in much power!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-23-2006
poem by John Celes
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In Lent-time
Open your heart to God;
Move towards the Lord;
Obey His every Word;
Strike holy an accord.
Perhaps, this is your last
Chance to atone for past
Sins; so be rather fast;
Before in hell, you’re cast!
Let Holy Spirit in,
And grace reside within,
Without a trace of sin;
Say often, ‘Amen! ’
Do more of charity;
Live with more piety;
Lent is a rarity:
Prepare for God’s city.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-7-2008
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Sonnet: Live Aright, Man!
Who are we cheating- Man, oneself or God?
Our sins estrange us all from God/ heaven;
Misdeeds invite God’s wrath, judgment, fair rod;
And happily, more devils romp therein.
So many times, we forget God’s commands;
Engrossed in earthly chores, we forget soul;
Many a time, we stray in alien lands;
When things go wrong, we question Maker’s role!
The love of God can’t wish for man’s ruin;
The Maker loves to have back souls He made;
The heart of God can forgive any sin;
Man ought to live in ways that Maker bade.
The soul of man belongs to God alone;
And hell wasn’t made for men to moan and groan!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-30-2006
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Happy Birthday, dear Sister!
The years have rolled by pretty fast;
No doubt, we had a glorious past;
A birthday comes just once a year;
Let’s wish those who are near and dear!
God gave each one a role to play;
We did our duty and did pray;
Our parents reared us very well;
Their first-born babe was Rosabelle!
But love is one thing none repay;
We wish our sister, ‘Happy Day! ’
Yet greetings can our feelings say;
‘May God bless you amply today! ’
‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, dear Akka! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-08-2010
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Human Falls
From infancy to senescence,
All human beings tend to fall;
By slipping, tripping, on their own
Or stumbling on something on road.
Some falls are nasty in mishaps;
Some fall in trivial accidents,
Or roads made slippery by rains;
Some fall from heights in suicide.
To fall is natural to men;
Some grievous hurts are sequelae;
One tries to get up from each fall;
To fall in life is natural!
Don’t fall down from life’s ladder’s rungs;
Don’t slip down staircase to heaven;
Don’t roll down steep hill-side of life;
Don’t trip into ravines of sin.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-6-2007
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Let People Have Their Evil Ways, Not I
Let people say whatever they may say;
Let people spread rumors, white lies of me;
Let people sin whether by night or day;
I want to tread God’s way most righteously!
Let people laugh a hearty laugh of scorn;
Let people mock and ridicule my ways;
Let people live by stealing others’ corn;
I want to spend most truthfully my days.
Let people live in vices if they wish;
Let people commit mortal sin each time;
Let people hate others and them ravish;
I want to make my life always sublime.
Let people lose their chance of seeing God;
By accident too, I shan’t Him defraud.
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When We Die!
Not a nickel can we take back, when we die!
All earthly things, we leave here upon earth;
All treasures must sometime uselessly lie;
Ephemeral’s the world in which we live!
Not an extra hour can we live, our way;
The Maker knows that moment when each leaves;
And death will snatch us stealthily one day;
The strongest monument will soon perish.
Our health will wane and fail us doubtlessly;
All pain, diseases end some day on earth;
Our labor cannot go on endlessly;
We separate from kith, kin, friend or foe!
Our span of life is finite in its length;
Our earthly suffering must end some time;
A minute more, we can’t add by own strength;
The day shall come when we take our last breath!
Just all the good and bad deeds done, we take;
Our mortal sins could steer our soul to hell;
The Maker knows the genuine hearts from fake;
The Lord decides each soul's eternity!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-19-2007
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God’s Eternal Ways
The sun will rise and the sun will set, this my friend, is a sure bet.
For soon the day turns into night, and the sun will go out of sight.
Without any effort on man’s part, the light of day turns into dark.
But soon we see the morning skies, as again the sun begins to rise.
My friend, even in the sky at night, we can see above a lesser light.
Friend, so precise is God’s design that we use the moon to keep time.
For by watching each lunar phase, we can count off a month of days.
God’s ways are certain my friend, and on Him you can surely depend.
As you live through all your days, do you take note of His many ways?
For these are but two my friend, of His many ways, that have no end.
And all eternal are God’s ways, and God will receive Eternal Praise.
But as the sun does set and rise, man my friend, he lives and dies.
For God to receive man’s praise, man also, must have eternal days.
Though man received God’s Breath, sin brought upon man certain death.
However, through God’s Eternal ways, He lengthened man’s mortal days.
And through the death of Jesus Christ, man can inherit Eternal Life.
Soon we will need the moon no more, when we enter Eternity’s Door.
And there will be no more night and Christ The Lamb will be the Light.
Friend, time itself will be no more, as we live with Christ forevermore,
Living with Christ in Eternal Ways, while giving God Eternal Praise.
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