Sonnet: Coma
Awaken man from slumber most profound!
The surgery concluded long ago;
Cease sleep and listen to the sounds around;
Come out of dreamy state, you undergo!
Your heart is beating strongly once again;
Your lungs are working almost normally;
Let consciousness come back to you to reign;
Awaken man, you mustn’t dilly-dally!
’Tis time you moved your body parts with tone;
Let mind control flesh, skeleton and joints;
You’re back to world where you are not alone;
The Holy Spirit heals men and anoints!
Give up your stupor man, begin to talk!
Ingest your food and slowly try to walk!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-9-2010
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God Expects Morality From Man
The Holy God wills everyone
To live a life on earth holy;
And not to give in to their lust,
But maintain body honourably.
Live life the way that pleases God
And not in immorality;
Control your body parts in ways
That sanctity prevails always.
Rejecting Almighty’s call means
Rejecting God’s authority!
Sex is a sacred device, Man,
For procreation, God- devised!
The Holy Spirit dwells in us!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-29-2009
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Why Ash Wednesday?
The tender palm-leaves, light-green, pliable,
That were plucked off the tree last year and blessed,
And turned into crosses of various kinds,
Adorning homes and protecting from harm!
Those very leaves had served their good purpose;
Now old and withered, they are turned to ash,
Reminding mankind’s transient earthy stay:
We came from dust, we go back to that state!
Though man may reach a state like all things else,
He is created in a different way,
With purpose to be holy like the Lord,
Who breathed His life although we’re made from clay!
Make sign of cross with ash upon forehead;
Begin the Lent, God-given to repent;
Ask forgiveness of sins, reconcile, man
With God; let soul be filled with newer grace!
Begin your walk with God in Heaven’s road;
Keep praying, asking Him for help en way;
Control your urges; do more charity;
Like Jesus Christ, we will too rise that day!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-17-2010
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Ash-Wednesday ‘07!
By stroke of twelve,
’Tis Ash-Wednesday:
Lent has begun this year!
Heralded by Fasting, Abstinence
Till Easter-Sunday comes.
Give up meat;
Give up milk;
Give up fat;
Give up wine;
Just give up anything
Dear to your palate.
But most of all:
Give up your sinful ways
And pray,
Making amends;
Reconcile with God.
For,
The Road to Heaven seems to get
Narrower, day by day!
Control your appetite
Control your desires;
Control your excesses;
Control your body’s needs;
Control your mind and heart;
Declare your sins forgotten to God;
Gain His forgiveness.
Cleanse your thoughts
Purify your soul
And walk again with Jesus
Fixing your gaze upon heaven
For,
That’s where we all belong!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-20-2007
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God, Give Me Back My…
God,
Give me back my joy;
Give me back my good friends;
Give me back my good old days,
When I was just a boy!
God,
Give me back my peace;
Give me back my will-pow’r;
Give me back my piety,
When I had no disease!
God,
Give me back my heart;
Give me back my faith / hope;
Give me back my love of Thee,
Which I had from the start!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-1-2006
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‘O Holy Spirit’ Prayer
O Holy Spirit, dwell in me,
And drive away the evil ones,
So that I’m freed from temptations,
And concentrate on work for God.
O Holy Spirit, be my guide,
All through my earthly life till death,
And fill my soul with grace enough,
That I don’t veer from righteousness.
O Holy Spirit, protect me,
From foes that plan my destruction,
And block my progress, here on earth,
And make my mind crestfallen fast.
O Holy Spirit, watch o’er me,
All night and day and when I’m ill,
And make my heart and mind steadfast,
So that, I tread the road to God.
O Holy Spirit, inspire me
To follow conscience without fail,
In matters that can confuse minds,
Despite my knowledge and wisdom.
O Holy Spirit, be with me,
Consoling when grief springs surprise,
And when my mind is much disturbed,
And drives me to sin’s ravines deep.
O Holy Spirit, be my strength,
In everything I do for God,
And earn my heaven, while on earth,
And fetch more souls for God’s abode.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-1-2009
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Granite Melting
He had a face of chiseled granite
complete with stony smile
that face is embedded in my heart
which lies clutched here
in the long dark night;
frozen he and frozen I
know I should throw that face into the slough
in the back of the house, walk away
wash my hands with lava soup
and be clean of him.
But he lives in my mind
high up on Mount Rushmore
and I know chipping away at that
is hopeless work;
hearts love what they love
and at some point
they don't go back
to unloving
ever
even if you want them to.
And,
I am not sure I want to.
So long gone he is;
so long he's been inside me
I can't take him out
without doing even more damage
to this beating heart.
So I try to wall off the hurting part
and put tiny little roses over the hurting parts
remember the fun times
and I place
my smile
just over his grainy grin
these two
together in there forever its seems
despite my best effort
to separate them.
Can't talk about it
Can't tell anyone,
they'd say
and have said
I should forget him.
T'ain't easy
cause he's been there so so long;
taking him out would feel like heart surgery
and I am not ready for that just yet.
Some times other people
can just ladle over the scar tissue
and move on
I ain't that kind
cause this heart once given
keeps giving on and on
even when it oughtn't,
seems my kind of love
is not for the taking back.
I thought for a time it was
but all it took
is this one phone call
and the awkward silence on the line
tells me it's you.
But you didn't talk
and I hold the receiver to my heart
just to be closer to you.
And you still didn't talk
and neither do I.
We never did talk much
so this is not new.
I lay back
gentle breathing
listening to our hearts beating;
silent reconciliations
seems fitting for us two.
I take your quiet
silence to bed with me
receiver in hand
knowing you'd do
what was hard for you to do
in your own time
and I just might see
granite
for the first time
melt
maybe.
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Sonnet: Give Your Heart To God
'I gave you life within your human form;
Give me your heart to me back, ' says the Lord;
And knowing well his frame is meant for worm,
Man offers heart and soul to devil's word!
How can the Lord bless man if he so does?
Is not the Maker right in His statement?
To turn aright for long, man makes a fuss,
Inviting suff 'rings sans their abatement.
Pledge back your heart to God and things turn right;
Your prayers will be heard; God will bless you;
He is the truth, the way and Heaven's light;
Renounce the devil, man and repent too.
The Lord's with you; obey His holy will;
He heals the body, mind and soul that's ill.
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Valentine’s Day 2005
Give me back my sister, God!
Oh, give me back her love;
Give me back our good old days
When cooked we by oil-stove!
Give me back my sister, God!
Oh, give me back the dove;
Give me back the lovely face-
An angel from above.
Give me back my sister, God!
Oh, give me back her now;
Give me back her former ways,
With soul to Thee but how?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-11-2005
Fondly dedicated to my beloved sisters
A.Rosabelle B.Sc., B.T., A. Clemencia B.SC., B.T.,
Dr. A. Sugagemma M.D., Dr. A.Mary Jeevamudha M.B.B.S, &
Dhaya Marie Rexina M.Sc., M.Phil., on
Valentine’s day 2-14-2005, my birthday
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A Fervent Prayer
O Lord,
Open the floodgates of Heaven
To pour thy grace torrentially;
So that I see what I must see
And hear thy divine calls clearly!
So that my lips utter such words
Those please the Creator fully;
So that my legs gain strength to walk
The road to heaven without fall.
So that my tongue may rightly talk
Those virtuous thoughts that fill my mind;
So that my heart filled by Your love
Shall spread the flame to engulf all.
So that my body parts, hands move
In accordance with thine commands;
And help to spread the Kingdom's News
To every soul that comes across!
Use me, O Lord, in ways, You wish
In furthering eternity;
So that I may You better serve
And enter Your Holy City!
Amen.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-05-2012
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God, Give Me …
God, give me …
The chance to make my wife (spouse) happy!
The time and ways in life to express love;
The lucre needed to enjoy in twain;
The environs to make love like in dreams!
God, give me …
The mind to think about her (his) welfare well;
The heart to feel and speak out lovely words;
The healthy body for belabored love;
The grace of soul to encounter your bliss!
God, give me …
The occasions to reconcile with her (him):
The moments to relive the glorious past;
The lanes and roads to walk in Thine presence;
The blessings of Holy Matrimony!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-06-12
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Return to the Lord’s Way
For long, have I not lived in sin?
Devils prevent my final win;
From path of good, have I not gone astray?
Afill my heart with grace, O God, I pray;
Show me, O God, my Lord, my way!
Lord, put me back upon heaven’s straight road;
Each father trains his son for good;
Give me the Manna as my food,
And let me live as a good Christian should.
Slithered I have from righteous path;
I need again a holy bath;
I’m lost in sin’s woods, dark and deep;
I’ve lost my health and peaceful sleep.
Forgive me, God for I have sinned;
To my conscience, I’ve not listened;
Lord, free me from my evil ways,
And help me live as Bible says.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-4-2009
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Sonnet- Mind Is Prime
Let Mind not wander in a dreamy way,
And lose control over its sense-organs;
Sound mind will always have the final say;
The lazy one can make a man a dunce.
Important is the Psyche of earthlings,
Most diseases are psychosomatic;
And Psychedelics are mood changing things,
A mind thats ill can make the body sick.
To train the mind is what we ought to do;
The Lunatic is unsound of his mind;
Emotions are a facet of mind too,
His mind's control, the Yogi tries to find.
Happy's the man with mind and body sound;
His soul and spirit, heavenwards gets bound.
poem by John Celes
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Ballad of the Dead
Conscious is slowly fading
Darkness is full of loving
Light blinds me from this reality
Let me crawl back to the shadows of serenity
The dance of my fellow comrades
Who lack the respect of the fallen
Death is the lack of demand
Whose names has he written?
I slept within this cavern
I awaken to find nowhere
Who have awaken me from my slumber
The eerie conclusions led you to my chamber.
Skulls ramble on
Continued on with broken jaws
The dance of the no flesh
My sins the dead confess
Dance all around me
Cycle on and on in my head
Drew circles all around me
Chanting the song of the dead
'Arise, arise our fellow comrade'
'War consumed you with it's almighty jaws'
'Take out your anger, you have rose again'
'Breath lithium my friend, death is all you live for'
'Stuck in the lust of mankind'
'Death has now become our brother'
'I shall take back what was mine'
'Lives of the wicked shall we plunder'
'It's about time to die'
I was heavily breathing
I was horribly living
This haste approach to the fade to black
I was awaken to see the ballad of the dead
8/10/12
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Soul-care Prayer!
Release my soul from devils’ grip, O Lord!
And give me peace and health of mind and heart;
Remove diseases of my body fast,
O Holy Spirit, come and dwell in me!
Restore my piety and love of Thee,
And free me from all temptations henceforth;
Remind me of thy love and forgiveness,
And let me live for Thee in servitude.
Rebuke me Lord when I dare go astray;
But take my earthly burdens and my woes;
Renew my soul with constant grace, O God,
I want to walk with Thee eternally!
God, guide my purified soul to Heaven-
Abode of holiness from whence it came;
Give me no chance to tarnish soul again,
Shepherd me Lord, though I be your lost sheep!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-15-2006
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let mind and heart of man
control the body parts
not vice-versa
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Sonnet: New Year Resolutions
Become the leaf from which you turned a thorn!
Go back in time, becoming your good self;
Take on traits healthy with which you were born;
Cast off those tendencies that gave more pelf!
Throw off your habits bad of yester-years;
Peel off the pachyderm of ‘make-up’ dirt;
Remove the accrued wax from outer ears;
Make up with others whom you had once hurt!
Resolve in mind to give up sinful thoughts;
Defreeze your heart of pent up emotions;
You fulgurate your body’s ugly warts;
Enhance your skills for future promotions!
Let words from mouth be courteous, kind and rife!
Let virtues take the place of vice in life!
Dedicated to those in high office who wish to turn a new leaf!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-14-2010
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Sonnet: Healing Wounds
The wounds of flesh can heal by drugs and care;
Remove agents opposing healing act;
Excision by doctors is something rare;
Yet, nature heals most wounds with time and tact.
The wounds by words of mouth are slow to heal;
The damage caused is incredibly huge;
The pain and misery, we always feel;
In God, we ultimately take refuge.
The tongue can speak most cruel words that hurt;
The ‘bone-less mass’ can move like fox and snake;
It craftily produces lies like dirt;
Consoling words and sounds too, it can make!
Man hurts by words in ways unpredicted;
God heals the wounds of hearts, man-inflicted.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-10-2005
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Christmas 2010
Christmas is the time that tells
That God was born a baby boy;
And He was called ‘Emmanuel’
(‘God with us’) , and brought us joy!
Christmas is the time that tells
That love of God was born on earth,
Becoming flesh in virgin’s womb,
Proclaiming the ‘King of Kings’ birth!
Christmas is the time that tells
That Word that was God became man,
And dwelt amongst us for some years,
And suffer in all ways, He can.
Christmas is the time that tells
That peace returned to heart and soul,
And brought back hope to sinners too,
Who aim toward a heavenly goal.
Christmas is the time that tells
That prophecy of birth of Christ
In Scriptures came to be fulfilled,
As angel choirs sang in Highest.
Christmas is the time that tells
That God chose poverty at birth,
To know how tough life on earth is,
And showed how woes can become mirth.
Christmas is the time that tells
That Christ was born to save mankind
From sins of present, future, past,
And peace came back to heart and mind.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 07-12-2010
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Excessive Emotions
Control your emotions:
Be it anger, love or hate;
Let it never seize your heart;
Cut it from the start!
Control your emotions:
Be it earthly or divine;
Corporeal or sexual;
Excess spells your doom!
Control your emotions:
Even if it be good or bad;
They cause upset of your mind,
Affecting your health!
Control your emotions:
Your feelings must be balanced;
Excess is bad to body;
Meditation’s good!
Control your emotions:
Perilsome’s a sinful course;
A graceless soul, steeped in sin
Is damned forever!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-25-2000
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It Is Always Difficult To Begin The Week
IT IS ALWAYS DIFFICULT TO BEGIN THE WEEK
It is always difficult to begin the week
One's body is lost in a previous sleep
One's mind is still held down and back
Into resting -
The world is bleak
It is empty and difficult
I am empty inside
I have nothing to do
I have too much to do-
Still I must begin
I will do the usual routine assignments
Slowly I will get back into the motion and mind of my work
I am already trying now-
Even a small effort should bring forth suggestions for further effort
It will take time
Slowly I will find the way
From task to task
Into the real work -
Somehow the week will begin again
It always does-
Though now I am still slow and not there yet
I feel as if in writing this
I have somehow already begun to work again-
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