Sonnet: All Countries Are Interdependent
Each country is dependent on the next;
This important axiom is forgotten;
If the rich control the poor on some pretext;
The next must work for you to you fatten!
Events are all ephemeral on earth;
No nation thrives by its own toil/effort;
That is a limit to a person’s girth;
You need the Maker’s blessings since your birth.
A nation’s problems are quite intricate;
Advantages are there with poverty;
The good, you must with labor imitate;
At any time can come adversity.
But remember, the brotherhood of men;
All earthlings are meant for both earth/Heaven.
poem by John Celes
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In Complete Control
The Lord above moves this world, through events divinely unfurled,
Unveiling events for nations to see, the hand of the God of Eternity.
Working beside man’s wickedness, to move some to righteousness,
While bringing true hope in our time, through events which are divine.
Events that attest to the Revelation, from The God of all of Creation,
With many events from the past, pointing to time that will forever last.
Hopefully moving the heart of man, to fully embrace His Eternal Plan,
As these times continues to unfold, towards the Age for all to behold.
And The Lord is in complete control, of God’s Created Terrestrial Ball,
Watching over all He does cherish, and wanting not any man to perish.
Although man may die on the earth, God offers every man a new birth,
From Him, it’s a new birth spiritually, so we can live through all eternity.
God’s control doesn’t hinder man, from following Satan’s wicked plan,
For many ignore God’s Revelation, while they reject His only Salvation.
That’s why earth is full of adversity, being fomented by Satan’s iniquity,
But it shall not continue to flourish, for under Christ, all evil shall perish.
As all iniquity will be cast into Hell, with sin and death by Christ, as well,
When God’s control will see the end, to all of Satan’s iniquity my friend.
And He who controls Heaven above, shall fill all the earth with His Love,
When in God’s Sovereign control, He purges earth of every wicked soul.
(Copyright ©10/2007)
India’s 63rd Independence Day – a Pledge
India is our land, our Motherland!
Sacred are the soil, water and air;
All Indians are our brothers, sisters;
We love our nation great and care.
Our nation is not rich but isn’t poor;
We love its vastness and its heritage;
We are proud to be called Indians;
We will usher a golden new age.
We love our home where we were born;
We trust in God and work for global peace;
We want amity among nations all;
We pray to God that wars may cease.
We want to live in harmony;
We want to progress very fast;
We want to help all those who need;
Our bickering is things of the past.
We will not force nor allow foes;
We toil to reach the moon and stars;
We stand united in joys and woes;
We pledge our lives for nation’s sake.
The Indian heart has love for life;
The Indian soul is kind from birth;
The Indian welcomes any strife;
The Indian brain is best on earth.
We are a nation proud and good;
We want to share our love and peace;
We brook not outside interference;
Impenetrable is our nation’s defence!
Jai Hind! Jai Bharat! Jai Indian!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-08-2009
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Jingoism
Be not jingoistic
and say 'No' to the calls
of to religion and race.
Be patriotic to your nation
to stand by the poor
and book the criminals.
Love your nation
for its war against
illiteracy and poverty.
Love your nation
for its unceasing efforts
to extract work from the youths.
Love your nation
for not encroaching
and enslaving the neighbours.
Love your nation
for her indigenuous efforts
to reach the peak in health-care.
Love your nation
for being secular
and respect all cults and tongues.
Love your nation
for being a model
to other nations in this world.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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‘Happy Birthday, Mahatma Gandhiji! ’
Our Father of the Indian soil,
You got us freedom with your toil;
All life, you burnt the midnight-oil;
Your Freedom Struggle, none could foil!
What simple life, you led on earth!
Your humbleness was seen from birth;
Such greatness stands always a dearth;
To you, all Indians owe our mirth!
O Mahatma, you’re live today,
In hearts of earthlings to this day;
You showed an exemplary way;
Your sacrifice, none can repay!
Although you were a simple boy,
You won us freedom we enjoy;
You persevered with your own ploy,
And made the British gun, a toy!
Your love for us, we won’t forget;
Great men like you, may we beget;
Free nation from all foreign debt;
To you, we owe our lives, we bet!
May heaven give you lasting peace;
May global Indians live with ease;
May earthlings live without disease;
May wars on earth totally cease!
We love you Father Gandhiji!
We’ll live upto your dreams surely;
We miss you very much truly;
We promise to do our duty!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-10-2009
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Mundane Toil
Life in itself is quite mundane, as each new day is quite the same.
Being in the world’s daily grind, can really weary ones poor mind.
Daily routines do not change, as their frustrations remain the same.
Painful toil throughout the days, wears on your being in many ways.
A far cry from a garden of bliss, that peaceful place man must miss.
All is attributed to Adam’s fall, the ground was cursed, do you recall?
Now thorns and thistles cover earth, as woman has pain in child birth,
And woman’s desire is for her man, as her sin had altered God’s plan.
Man from the sweat of his brow, must work to feed a family somehow.
And all just seems to get worse, and all because of that original curse.
One day there will be no more curse, and no more toil upon this earth.
In a New Heaven and a New Earth, all toil shall become eternal mirth.
As we serve God with joy and bliss, the former earth, we will not miss.
Pain and hurt shall be no more, as we eternally serve The Risen Lord.
And there will flow The Water of Life, from the Throne of Jesus Christ.
On each side of The River of Life, there for all will be The Tree of Life,
To produce fruit throughout the year, for all of the nations, far and near.
The leaves will heal every nation, who has come to Christ for Salvation.
With Christ the center and The Light, Eternity shall have no more night,
With no more darkness or toil friend, it is a blissful eternity with no end.
Sonnet: As Human Beings, We All Have Problems
Which man on earth is free of all problems?
We earthlings face both happiness and woes;
All can’t be Gold, Diamonds or uncut Gems!
Sad days come to both friends and even foes.
The richest man on earth has problems too,
And spends much time in trying to them solve;
The poorest men on earth have suffered; so
Men can’t their problems on their own resolve.
The secret tool that helps all is prayer!
We ought to pray for ourselves, friends and foes;
The Godless men like rain-less trees wither!
Prayers help men to solve problems and woes.
Pray from your heart to God whenev’r you can;
Alone, you cannot gain Heaven, O Man!
6-9-2001
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My quotations/ What Life has taught me
1-When you are illeterate you are poor
When you are illiterate and a woman you are much poorer.
When you are a woman, poor and illiterate you are the poorest creature on earth.
2-All the best things in life are free: happiness, wisdom, friendship, love, brotherhood, honesty, integrity..If you can have all these you are the richest person in this world....Why are you unhappy? ? ?
3-Don't judge people on what you can see, what you can't see is much more important.
4-Think great, work hard, love yourself as you are and you will be the happiest person in the world.
5-Bees and roses cure both our eyes and hearts.
6-Life is so simple and beautiful but so short and unfaithful.
7-Knowledge is worth all the gold of earth.
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Sonnet-No Nation Is Free
When no one knows the where and when and how
Of Terrorist's strike anywhere on earth,
Their 'modus operandi' you can't know,
Neither the problem's nature or its girth!
When war is on an enemy unknown,
Who operates in ways you can't predict;
Who makes a Super-nation too a clown!
And nations all don't fully interdict.
When nation lives in fear of more attacks,
From militants and terrorists some way;
And lasting solutions also, it lacks,
How can you celebrate 'REPUBLIC-DAY'?
Alas! No nation is really free,
Till terrorists are wiped out totally!
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Sonnet- The World Could Be One Nation
Can not this world become a Paradise?
If man respects and loves his neighbour well,
Humanity should relinquish sin/vice,
Can then anyone ever go to hell?
Can not an air, unpolluted, we breathe?
Can not the water drunk, remain quite sweet?
Can not man find shade, every tree beneath?
Why should we kill one another or beat?
If you could love and practise charity!
How can a person die of starvation?
When gone away from earth is poverty,
Humanity will become one nation.
0 God, will not that day be usher'd in,
When earth shall Heaven be and wiped be sin.
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Country Gentleman
Country gentleman walked a crooked mile,
Got our money in his pocket.
Did it all with a very handsome smile.
Now, he's livin' it up in a great big office.
He ain't a-gonna help no poor man.
He ain't a-goona help no poor man.
He ain't a-gonna help no poor man.
He's just gonna help his rich friends.
He ain't a-gonna help no women.
He ain't a-gonna help no children.
He's just gonna help his rich friends.
Country gentleman, we see him on T.V.,
Glad handin' folks and chattin' to the nation.
We never knew what really to believe.
Just word upon slogan with emotional connection.
Chorus:
He ain't a-gonna help no poor man.
He ain't a-gonna help no children.
He ain't a-gonna help no women.
He's just gonna help his rich friends.
And in the papers all we'd ever read is
So and so big-shot signed his resignation.
Now, country gentleman he wants us to believe
That he's kind and honest with the best intentions.
Chorus
Country gentleman, now there's a bird that flew
High above his nation, prayed on its weakness.
Picked our bones and threw it in his stew.
Thank God he went back to California.
Chorus
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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What Else Can Be Done
dont make poverty an excuse
god gave you mind you better make its use
no matter if you are born in the poverty's slum
while some are handicap, blind and dumb
its better to work hard and strive
and make education bone of your life
for studying makes you dignified
and helps your nation feel pride worldwide
as a good citizen select a right politician
who have perfection to lead your nation
let's remove poverty from our country
which compells a mother to sell her baby
prove yourself and show the world what you can be
inspite of being idle and blindly following your destiny
when there is a will there is a way
after every dark night there is bright sunny day
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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Heaven And Earth
when heaven and earth i can no longer see
my GOD will be in front of me.
and when my GOD says it's time to die
i know that he'll be by my side.
and when the sun ceases to shine
i know that i will feel his love divine.
and when this earth no longer exists
i will feel his heavenly bliss.
heaven and earth is just a step away
either we do it right, or we come back to pay.
they say that heaven is here on earth
and mankind takes it for all its worth.
when i look to the heavens and see the beauty
of the sky, then i know the reason why.
why i was put on this earth
and why to me, my mother gave birth.
she gave me birth so that i can see
all the beauties that GOD put here for me.
heaven and earth are in unison as one
just like the sky is to the sun.
just like the crops are to the soil
through mans sacrifice and toil.
here on earth the LORD had said
is where you'll come to rest your head.
but in my kingdom of heaven
what you thought was impossibilities
you now will see living in immortality.
you will no longer have the human frailities
and emotions such as hate, envy, sadness, bitterness
sickness and desires, they will all go away
but other things will stay
such as love, joy and happiness
and a desire to help the ones we leave behind
and in hopes that they could find
the meanings of the words that GOD has spoken
and pull out all these inner emotions.
heaven and earth is here and now
in your heart, it will be found.
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All about facts
Many years later I was to be told about facts in real
It was lavish celebration for new born arrival
There was great pomp and show to mark the birth
If it was possible they could have decorated complete earth
This is how people celebrate the event
For them it is pride and memorable moment
Who knows what fortune the born may bring?
Will he turn poor or become mighty king?
The luck may prove wrong and events may turn
The fun enjoyed at birth time may take ugly turn
The same pomp and show is not seen and there descends gloom
The extravagance is over and all are confined to single room
Well these are all predictions and has nothing to do
The things shape up not as per our desire to go through
It has all the relevance with continuance of long journey
There may remain poverty or accumulation of enormous money
The fortune is linked to child’s birth in family
Then good moments are remembered very easily
At every occasion it is repeated in good gathering
All credit is given auspicious birth and glimmering
What birth has to do with future events?
What linkage can be made for bad moments?
It might have shaped as per the changing schedule
There is no specific lay out or time module
It may be considered as bad omen
If misfortune is brought by any woman
It might have happened due to any other reason
We have tendency to pas on the blame to particular person
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Sonnet: Hurry up, man!
Respect your parents in all things you can;
Revere your teachers, elders, while alive;
Remember, you are from dust of earth, man!
Return God's love to you, and for this strive!
Just do your duty without wasting time;
Take care of health, given by God, priceless;
In some way, make your life on earth, sublime;
Treasures in heaven await you, boundless!
Do all the good you can without a lull;
Avoid all vices that crop up your way;
Never turn lazy, indolent and dull;
Have faith in God who ushers your D-day!
So, hurry up to be righteous on earth;
This is what the Maker wants from your birth.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-6-12
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If I Got To Speak At The Capital
If I got to speak at the Capital
I would give it my best and it goes like this;
Republicans, Democrats, and Independents too! !
we need to get the red, white, blue on the move
Party divides do not work, our people need to work,
medicare, SSI for the old and the needy
we all can not survive on the needs of yesterday
the needs of today will affect the needs for tomorrow
the old paved our way, the young needs to make waves
The U.S. is the land of opportunity and the free
Here in the nation's Capital I beg to you
It's time we move on to New beginnings
remember what our fore fathers have taught us
To treat each other equal, not by race, money or religion
work together to create a better life for all
for now we need it most, at no cost
Save us from the debit of our predecessors
recreate a partisan place, and save grace
We can't take it so much longer
It was the poor who for so hard to make this country
The rich to found and nourish this great land
it took the old to make the U.S. Great
Now it takes the young to make it stronger and wiser
between you and me, we all can make it better
just the walls need to crumb down.
no more rich, no more poor, bring on the brotherhood
for we are one great land, from here to there, we are one
So break these walls and save this land
come one, come all
Times have changed, now we must change
no more battles in the house, let's make peace
start over from the beginning
a new start and a strong fight
Republicans, Democrats, Independents too
break the walls down and come together for the good ol' USA
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What Are You Laboring For?
What do you labor for my friend; what is your purpose in the end?
Do you labor for a present need, or do you just work to succeed?
Do you punch in a clock for men, to then work eight hours or ten?
Do you put forth effort each day, in a place that you’ll never stay?
These can be asked by all of us, until these bodies return to dust.
But what about time men spend, towards an eternity with no end?
Maybe many aren’t mindful of, the priorities from The Lord above,
Priorities God has for you and me, which extend well into eternity.
When men stand before The Lord, what about all the labor before,
Done while on this earthly sphere, all labored for what down here?
When this life upon earth is past, what in eternity for you will last?
Will all of the effort made by us, simply be blown away like dust?
All of this life is futile, my friend, when your life comes to an end,
Except all of the labor done, for Jesus Christ, God’s Eternal Son.
Wages we don’t get from The Lord, but, from Him, eternal reward,
It’s not only lasting, but its worth, far exceeds the wages on earth.
So why continue to labor in vain, when you can have eternal gain?
Acknowledge God in all you do, and watch what God does in you,
As He stores you treasure above, He fills you with desire and love,
To serve His Son unceasingly, as He prepares us for life eternally.
Sonnet: Our Earthly Life is Ephemeral!
Remember man, this earthly life will fade;
All glory gained will also vanish fast;
Just think about God’s love that had us made;
Our achievements will become things of past.
Money cannot give us joys permanent;
Our labor needs God’s blessings all the time;
God’s earth is where we live as His tenant;
We need His grace for success in bad clime.
We needn’t worry about our earthy needs;
The soul needs utmost care right from our birth;
Good soil alone can sprout good trees from seeds;
Our aim must be to reach heavenly mirth.
Let mist of sins not block heavenly gaze;
Let’s live a righteous life, with Maker’s grace.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-27-2008
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Towards a Corruption-free India
Cleanse the nation’s democracy;
Cleanse the nation’s bureaucracy;
Cleanse the nation’s polity;
Cleanse the nation’s authority.
Cleanse the nation’s systems’ machinery;
Cleanse the nation’s judiciary;
Cleanse the nation’s property;
Cleanse the nation’s ill-gotten money.
Let people’s power permeate the Parliament;
Let there be accountability of all citizens;
Let the poor and down-trodden be never ignored;
Let India become rejuvenated.
Bring back the wealth kept outside the land;
Enact laws for the welfare of the Motherland;
Act with responsibility and amity with all;
Console the aggrieved, comfort the dying.
Put the mighty nation on the road to progress;
This is no place for vices and evils of all kind;
Install a sense of security for all;
Infuse morality and patriotism.
Those voted to power must be clean;
Those in authority should not be mean;
Those in high office should not demean;
The future should belong to the youth and the teen.
Enough is enough, rethink on everything;
Corruption is the main issue to be curbed;
The law-makers should not be the worst law-breakers;
The law should serve the purpose it is meant for.
Let’s create a new India where peace prevails;
Let’s make our country prosperous;
Let’s work with zeal and honesty;
Let hearts be filled with sensibility and sensitivity.
The nation with a billion must forge ahead;
The nation should be truly independent;
The nation must regain its former glory;
The nation must be freed from corruption.
Thanks to Anna Hazare’s yeoman service and mighty efforts!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 20-08-11
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Here On Earth …, There In Heaven…
Here on earth imperfection, there in heaven perfection
Here on earth discontent, there in heaven content
Here on earth disgrace, there in heaven grace
Here on earth disease, there in heaven ease
Here on earth hatred, there in heaven love
Here on earth war, there in heaven peace
Here on earth decay, there in heaven freshness
Here on earth selfish, there in heaven selfless
Here on earth oppression, there in heaven liberty
Here on earth agonize, there in heaven relax
It’s either on earth, or in heaven
The decision, all yours
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