Sonnet: A Master of Art
His art when he feels is about to ebb;
Or reaches a point of disappearance;
This is the place he must start his romance,
And like a spider create his best web.
His mind and soul are blended with his art;
There follows spate of a new energy;
His art has turned to immortality;
The job of creation o’er-fills his heart.
And if he should go on undaunted still,
In to domains new and landscapes unseen;
Success appears no more a task uphill;
His life of art is bathed in a new sheen.
The Master Artist is more made than born,
With labor/ luck/ time every night and morn.
poem by John Celes
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Optical illusion
eyes see everything what the heart feels, for
only the eyes tell the meaning of the heart, nay
the soul reveals what the heart defines that
the window of the soul, is the illusion of the eyes
all, that is described of the eyes, would mean, so
real and true, yet! illusion, sway the truth that all
is just a beginning of everything, a deception that
leads us to nothing
as life believe on something, which touches human
experiences, and the struggle to win, every feeling to
see the meaning of what is real, the emotion fills
the heart, that defines the significance of life
eyes satisfy the inner value of the heart, but the
soul purified the incense of the immortality of eternity,
all that we have seen, create something that may
brings us to blindness of the gift of life
an illusion of optical lens that break us into a pieces of
broken heart, an array of souls into a limbo of nowhere
to live, a place of every nuts cross between fingers, a
darkest moment in our soul
leave no doubt in our hearts, open your soul, don't let
your chance to allure, what the eyes see, rather take the
best in you, feel it in your heart and let the soul surf the
excellent of what is meaningful in your life
move on..... never give up.... your heart can find it......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Energy in Tune
The mind and heart work together
To create the words of our lives
Energy we feel in the air
Living in synchronicity
With the energies around
To create the words of our lives
One day you wake up and your mind is blank
The energy has faded
And the feeling has disappeared
When the energies stop coming to you
and stop working in tune with your mind
But your mind and heart work together
can create the energy thats gone
when you've been exercising them
your mind and heart work together
To create this natural music
but when you stop the song thats inside
and start using templates
you begin to paint by number
(written in STUDY HALL on 8-31-06)
poem by Electric Tripp
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A Great Master Poet Wrote
A great master poet told
how nature interceded
and interrupted a architect’s design
and made it’s own adjustments in time
but that the master designing artist’s eye,
his mind, comprehended
the difference and from it found
a brilliant answer to where
the problems were
and yet a man of the book
took it upon himself
to declare the designers work
as a copy of strokes
made by the hand of God
which lead to the ruination
of that master architect.
Now if we follow this argument
every poem, even every thought,
every painting
about nature’s splendour
or even the beauty of the human being
or whatever,
you could connect to God or His creation,
even when we sing words, paint pictures
and create art
it does not belong to the author
but to the Lord God and his church.
l’Envoi
If you take the artist away
from designs, verses, paintings, music
(from whatever art)
it will not be there
and it will not exist,
which leaves me to conclude
that some men of the holy book
do claim in the name of the divine
that which does not belong to them
or their church.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sonnet: A Bard’s Constitution
My hands tremble when sinful thoughts appear;
My body’s bathed in sweat when act’s over;
What guilt, remorse fills my heart, Oh dear!
My soul is in penitential fever.
My heart is grief-stricken when things go wrong,
And anger fills my mind when world’s at fault;
I feel like cursing men/ women for long;
If given chance, how well they somersault!
A sensitized heart/ mind are found in bards;
The world in which they live, has gone crazy;
Their emotions keep jumping like leopards;
Their life is most often misty/ hazy.
Whatever feels their heart, must become words,
To drive into the heads of human herds!
6-25-2001
poem by John Celes
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Night Worker
A spider spun his web all night
and waited patiently.
A fly had circled all the morn
and buzzed there cautiously.
The spider watched and stayed so still.
No movement did he make.
And by and by the fly descended
and landed wide-awake.
He spotted the spider and tried his best
to escape the sticky trap.
The spider watched and slowly moved
and the fly with his handicap
became the bait inside the web
that the spider made at night.
The spider had his breakfast early
in the morning light.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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What’s Luck?
Luck is something that comes, not so often;
Luck is an occurrence in life, quite rare;
Luck’s unpredictable phenomenon;
Luck is a devil that is rarely kind!
Luck’s the last thing one should ev’r depend on;
Luck cannot simply come to all always;
Luck can’t work magic without labor hard;
Luck is futile if basic things aren’t done.
Luck is a make-up that needs a good face;
Luck’s a pretty dame with contours and shape;
Luck is an element of great surprise;
Luck is not the usual way, world goes by!
Luck is the decoration on a cake;
Luck’s a factor that clicks for some at times;
Luck isn’t the first thing, we trust any time;
Perseverance is key to success prime.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-23-2009
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet -Indelible Art?
How far an artist takes his art forward?
If labour hard is continued for long,
It dedication has not disappeared,
And Pride has not polluted his art’s song.
One's art improves if Will of God is there;
If Luck and Pluck come timely to his aid;
If vices poison not his mind to err;
And love enters his art when it is made.
For art lives longer than the artist's age;
And brings alive the beauty it derived;
All life, the artist must truly manage;
To perfect works of art in which he’d strived.
Such art alone will stand the test of time,
For it has made the Artist's life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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The Reason I Was Born
If the world would ever end
tomorrow in the morn,
I'd hold your hand and know
the reason I was born.
I was born to love you
with every beat of my heart.
And if the world just faded away
it could never tear us apart.
For we would travel far and beyond
from this world we know.
We'd take our love along with us
wherever it is we go..
If the stars in the sky all went out
and darkened in the night
the light of the love I feel for you
would create its own sweet light.
For you, my love, came into my life
and made me feel complete.
So if the world could be no more
it still could not defeat
my purpose for living and loving you.
It doesn't have that power.
For all things end and new things start
and in the world's darkest hour
I'd feel your love and you'd feel mine
and I'd know that on that morn
it could never fade into nothing
for it's the reason I was born.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Strong and Not Weak
Work must start with strong resolve
The problem must be over and solved
It should never stop in between
The result will be immediately seen
What makes task easy and smooth?
When you put everything through nail and tooth
It may pave the way for success
When you find master key with access
Through study may make it still easy
When you may involve more to get busy?
It has to make the way for further inroad
Even if it is laden with lots of efforts and load
Fortune may smile with passage of time
The success story may appear many times
Life may become embodiment of ladder
You may go on with success as leader
The honesty and dedication plays great part
Suddenly you don't get it with little start
It has to be slow and steady
But you must always be alert and ready
Let your name be aligned with future
As you have made it amply clear
Success means life that speaks
You are taken as strong and not weak
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: Love and Romance
Some simply feel so horrible in life,
When romantic love finally didn’t click!
Some feel so happy that despite all strife,
Love’s labor made became a golden brick!
Some are so lucky romancing on earth;
Some are so desperate right from the start;
Some are denied romance and love since birth;
Some get frustrated, they couldn’t learn the art!
If love precedes one’s marriage, by sheer luck,
Just thank the Lord for mercy shown on you;
If love comes afterwards through labor, pluck,
Thank God for mighty things, He tries to do!
If love and romance did not peep at all,
Console yourself for not climbing the wall!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-24-2010
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Birth of death
Birth of death
(Stream of consciousness poetry)
This is a well thinking thought
How to control
A robot
Before inventing,
How do you cherish
The success of poetry
Before composing,
This is a well thinking thought
Of the immortality
To give the meaning
The state of being
As the creator
Can not create
The enemy of
Immortality,
Which He Himself is,
Death
Is the success
Of the game plan
Before the game
Was invented
But loophole lies
The immortality
Does not have life.
What's the pleasure
Of being an entity
Of immortality
Without taste
Of life and death!
(He Himself knows)
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Heart of Man
For all, it’s the heart of man, which drives his entire lifelong plan,
The heart being the central force, that guides one’s entire course.
All our hearts are fueled by one; that father of lies or God’s Son,
As the spirit which resides within, is one of God or a spirit of sin.
Each man is born into this life, paved with trouble and with strife,
As sin is in complete control, with Satan, master over each soul.
A choice must be made by all, this since the time of Adam’s fall,
One to allow God to enter in, or to remain controlled by your sin.
Friend, every single human heart, is controlled by sin at the start,
But, as we become Born Again, God’s Spirit takes control within.
With God in control of our heart, old sinful ways begin to depart,
Born of God’s Spirit from above, He fills our heart with His Love.
His freedom to our heart comes, when in Christ we’re made sons,
Eternal Sons, of The Living God, while we are on this earthly sod.
Christ died so all men could live, the New Life that Christ will give,
To all men who truly believe, a brand new heart, they shall receive.
Please note the sinful heart of man, was not a part of God’s plan,
But God sent His Son to us all, to deliver hearts from Adam’s fall,
And to give each heart a New Life, through His Son, Jesus Christ,
A life rendered holy and set free, to live with God’s Son Eternally.
(Copyright ©10/2007)
When humans participate in ceremony, they enter a sacred space. Everything outside of that space shrivels in importance. Time takes on a different dimension. Emotions flow more freely. The bodies of participants become filled with the energy of life, and this energy reaches out and blesses the creation around them. All is made new everything becomes sacred.
Aurobindo 38-Savitri-Book -2
An appreciation on Savitri
Book II The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
Canto VI The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'Insignificant her means, infinite her work; '
'A timeless mystery works out in Time.'
A world she made touched by truth's fleeing hem,
A world cast into a dream of what it seeks,
An icon of truth, a conscious mystery's shape.'
Closed eyes open well in a heart of desires..
Than a godly figure what could savve the needy 'I'..
'It dared to trust the dream-mind and the soul.'
'It seized in imagination and confined
A painted bird of paradise in a cage. '
'It can feel the Silence that absolves the soul;
It feels a saviour touch, a ray divine:
Beauty and good and truth its godheads are.'
'It has kinship with the demon and the god.'
'It hungers for heights, it passions for the supreme'
Supremacy to reach the supreme for the supreme bliss..
'A child of heaven who never saw his home,
Its impetus meets the eternal at a point: '
'Opposed, oppressed she bears God's urge to be born: '
'When most unseen, most mightily she works; '
'Housed in the atom, buried in the clod,
Her quick creative passion cannot cease.'
Time-born, she hides her immortality; '
Mysterious creation, mysterious nature..
'In death, her bed, she waits the hour to rise.'
'Then, for her rebel waking's punishment
Given only hard mechanic Circumstance
As the enginery of her magic craft,
She fashions godlike marvels out of mud; '
Only godlike...as only the godliness is felt...
............My consciousness this moment,
O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights
Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation
My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine
May thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune
poem by Indira Renganathan
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(Valentine's Day) Romance, Emotion, Passion, And Love
You'll never lose….., for it fills your heart……,
Instantly you feel it….., when Cupid shoots his dart……,
Now you won't be lonely…., ever again……,
For God has smiled on you from Heaven above……,
With Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love……,
It's the thrill of a lifetime…., there's never enough….,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !
When luck decides to touch your soul……,
Suddenly you're body loses control…….,
All sadness is gone and your dreams are on fire……,
Desire is all your mind is thinking of…….,
With Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love……,
It's the thrill of a lifetime…., there's never enough….,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !
..................................Trade Martin.2012.
poem by Trade Martin
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Sonnet: Choose the Right Field
Man ought to choose the area to work in;
The smallest size requires precision;
The largest one becomes almost dust-bin;
The ideal size engages best vision.
Too many fields distract man’s attention;
His skills and fervor are important;
The field chosen right gets concentration;
His economics is significant.
But much depends on imagination;
His ceaseless labor helps him do his task;
Yet, luck and pluck too help in creation;
The latter helps him in glory to bask.
Achievements have much struggles unseen, sure;
The time-factor variable, we endure.
7-21-2002
poem by John Celes
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For Many Life's Road
For many life's road is uphill all of the way
From the moment they are born till their very last day
They know what it is like to know of poverty
To make do on little their life's destiny
I feel that good luck in life has been with me
I never was homeless or a refugee
I never did go to bed hungry at night
For many life it is a much tougher fight
You do not have to go far poor people to meet
There are so many of them on Poverty Street
From where they live 'tis a long road to renown
Their ill luck to be born on the poor side of the town
For to live as a pauper is something most would not choose
Yet in life for one to win many have to lose.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The morning comes late
all i give is to what is life, all i take is for you, all i made is to make
what you are today, all is just a vanity like smoke that fade in a blink
of an eye
as the night passes the day, all are counted merit for you, all is
given credit what you have done, the pain, the agony, the victory,
the joy are all for you
the happiness you offer to the world, is but a essence of what you
are in this creation, be apart for in every part you made, it might
be the last moment of your stay
it is in this victory that you are call, it is in this happiness that you
have to serve, it is in this life that you exist to procreate, the given
task, only in you, knows that you are in a journey of this life
in every morning, if the sun stand, anchor in your bed and you
feel that you are fine, let your heart tells and be not wary, for the
you are in a journey of no turning back
time is but a moment of an endless journey, a blink of where soul
stand still, of no where to define, just an aura of nothing happen,
only the past will tell, of who you are in every beginning
let your soul move on, of where to floats, angel from different
direction will blew your heart to a place where, you never forget
and you will remember, that once upon a time, your immortal
soul belong and have live this majestic state
just wait, you will be honored and respected according to what
you gain, it is just a passing scene in your heart witness only by
your soul the everything you have made in you life
may you wake up in good faith and live this life to be continued
to life everlasting, have a nice and beautiful morning
poem by Antonio Liao
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The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.
quote by Auguste Rodin
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The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.
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