Sonnet: Each One's Life is Different
We need not do all things that others do;
We need not buy all things that others buy;
Let us remain amongst the Righteous few;
And keep God's tenets, till the day we die.
The food we eat is just to live life's-span;
The wealth we earn is always left behind;
Just take the good or bad, we can;
Just Peace of mind on earth, we try to find.
It does not matter if your life is posh;
It does not matter if you're poor from birth;
One's dirty soul's linen, each one must wash;
Before we die in order to gain Mirth.
But God is merciful without limits,
But sin grows mortally in size like nits.
poem by John Celes
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Faith in God
No matter how things stay, God controls still!
No matter how gloomy, His Will is done;
No matter how things are, our faith must grow;
No matter how end comes, the Son will reign!
However stormy be the seas of life,
God brings the calm, and dawns a newer day!
However little joy or utter strife,
All things are transient, until God's Day!
But faith in God decides our successes;
It should not dwindle or lessen with time;
God forgives transgressions and excesses;
He wants our life on earth to be sublime!
None know the harvest-time for God's vineyard;
None know the needs of labourers till then;
God expects all to till His land and sow;
The greatest work man does is gain heaven!
Our faith in God must grow like mounds and hills;
God won't forsake the souls He made with love;
Though slow they seem, they surely grind, God's mills!
He watches every creature from above!
Let faith remain undiminished throughout life;
Let faith not waver with the winds of change;
Let faith not cease when come tough times and strife;
Let faith stay firm akin a mountain-range!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-9-'12
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Sonnet: Have Mercy on him, Lord
Preserve this soul, Almighty God, I pray:
A person known to me in life on earth;
Forgive his iniquities, sins, this day;
Prepare his soul to gain eternal mirth.
Ignore his blatant lies by habit made;
Have mercy on this gentleman somehow;
Remind the good things done and taxes paid;
Forget his foolish thoughts and acts, right now.
Perhaps, the world had paid him in same coin;
His wealth, ill-gotten will remain on earth;
May be, he wore a chain of gold for loin;
Forget his trespasses, Lord, since his birth.
Give him another chance to cleanse his soul;
Show lenience on his failed divine role.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-2-2008
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Sonnet: ’Tis Tough to Do Good Things!
’Tis easy to commit habitual sin;
’Tis easy to keep doing greater vice;
’Tis easy to succumb to temptation;
’Tis tough to always heed to good advice.
’Tis easy to point fingers at brothers;
’Tis tough to lead a righteous life on earth;
’Tis tough to forgive foes and your neighbors;
’Tis tough to keep your soul pure for God’s mirth.
’Tis tough to walk in heaven’s narrow road;
’Tis tough to sacrifice and pray to God;
’Tis tough to keep the Maker’s tenets, code;
’Tis tough to live according to God’s word.
No one can break the Lord’s affinity;
God helps the righteous gain eternity.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-17-2007
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In Life on Earth…
The west is not always the best
And east not always the worst;
The north is indiscernible;
The south is unexplainable.
Never ape all things you find around;
Never follow ones un-understandable;
Emulate the good found in others;
Take the good what cultures offer you.
Give unto Caesar what is due to him;
Give unto God what rightly belongs to Him;
One cannot serve both world and God
Except by being righteous all the time.
Nothing you do must exceed its limits;
There are some things that God abhors;
Both good and bad on earth are transient
But will decide your spot in after-life.
Learn to be wise and risk not priceless life;
Learn to not hate but love others around;
Learn to adjust with neighbours and creatures;
Learn to seek God and truth by being holy!
In life on earth, we ought to live right way;
Our conscience will ably guide us through;
Why worry for things earthly, lasting short?
Work for those things eternal in heaven!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-04-'12
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Everybody Gets The Blues
It don't matter if you're rich
It don't make no differenve if you're poor
Simple things in like can make you mad to the core
It doesn't matter if you're young
Don't make no difference if you're old
You got to stand a little rain
Before you reach your pot of gold
Everybody gets the blues
Everybody got to cry
Take the good with the bad
Take the lows with the highs
Well you work and you worry
Spend your life paying dues
Everybody has a hard time sometime
Everybody gets the blues
Ain't no different for a woman
Than it is for a man
Everybody goes dancing
Everybody pays the band
Everybody got to take
Everybody got to give
Everybody got to live
Don't matter if you're fat
Don't matter if you're thin
Everybody got to lose
Everybody got to win
Don't matter if you're black
Don't matter if you're white
You know you got to get it wrong
To have a chance to make it right
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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Window Panes
life is full of window panes.
it shows you things lost-and things gained.
it is a camera that takes pictures-of all that you do in this life.
if you're a husband or a wife.
it will show how you have treated others.
and if you did it for 'spite or gain'.
life goes on just the same.
it does not matter what you do-for these pictures follow you.
and when it is time to leave this earth.
the window will show everything from birth.
so think of what you do in life my friend
it could be a bitter end.
poem by Louis Rams
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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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Sonnet- What’s Life Truth?
The Sun bestows its light during the day;
The Moon's mirror reflects the same at night;
In life, we learn to give others some way;
Or help others see life in God's true light.
In life, we give others more than we take;
Mind you, we bring nothing with us at birth;
The flour God gives determines what we bake,
And when we cease, we go to Mother Earth.
Why slog all life to earn a wealth we leave?
'Tis wiser sharing it with those who live;
The yarn of life decides fabric we weave;
'Tis wise to take lesser and more to give.
True happiness on earth is when we give,
Our excess wealth to men, struggling to live.
poem by John Celes
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A different point of view.
A different point of view.
Don’t be unhappy with things you cant do,
be happy with the things you can do.
Don’t be unhappy with what you don’t have,
be happy with what you do have.
Don’t be unhappy with the a life you cant live.
Be happy with a life you can live.
Don’t be unhappy with something that don’t matter,
be happy with the something that do matter.
Don’t be unhappy with what you cant be.
Be happy with what you can be.
Don’t be unhappy with people that don’t care.
Be happy with people that do care.
At least consider the size of the importance in life.
Cause It’s the small thing in life that matter the most.
Val.19-05-2008
poem by Valentino Montanna
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The Conept of the Birth
What is birth? Why is it? Who causes it?
The birth is the fusion of matter and force
That came into being by accident
And since then evolves like planets revolve.
As the wind blows and the water flows
In accordance with the external force
The living things grow and reproduce
In accordance with the external force.
The fire is to burn; the life is to burn.
The burning is growth, which both of them do.
Both must feed the matter to live and grow.
Both must get the fevour of wind to burn
The conversion of matter into life
Is the action of the internal force.
The conversion of life into matter
Is the action of the external force.
The external force is the Supreme
And the internal is the soul, you may say.
They are not separate nor opposite.
The soul is the outcome of the Supreme.
The life is like water in rivers.
The body is like banks in rivers.
The water extends the river course
The banks regulate the river force.
The air fans the flame and put it out.
The God flames the life and put it out.
What happens to the flame when it is shut
That happens to the life when put to death.
The living kingdom is just like a tree
The growth of each bud is the growth of the shoot.
It grows aided by the external force
And dies thwarted by the same force.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The concept of the birth
What is birth? Why is it? Who causes it?
The birth is the fusion of matter and force
That came into being by accident
And since then evolves like planets revolve.
As the wind blows and the water flows
In accordance with the external force
The living things grow and reproduce
In accordance with the external force.
The fire is to burn; the life is to burn.
The burning is growth, which both of them do.
Both must feed the matter to live and grow.
Both must get the fevour of wind to burn
The conversion of matter into life
Is the action of the internal force.
The conversion of life into matter
Is the action of the external force.
The external force is the Supreme
And the internal is the soul, you may say.
They are not separate nor opposite.
The soul is the outcome of the Supreme.
The life is like water in rivers.
The body is like banks in rivers.
The water extends the river course
The banks regulate the river force.
The air fans the flame and put it out.
The God flames the life and put it out.
What happens to the flame when it is shut
That happens to the life when put to death.
The living kingdom is just like a tree
The growth of each bud is the growth of the shoot.
It grows aided by the external force
And dies thwarted by the same force.
09.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Reveal Yourself
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself.
Life on earth is so bizarre,
We must find a way to fulfill,
What we really are,
Yes its true,
I love you,
And theres nothing you do thats wrong,
Find values of your own.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know.
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Or free yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know that its reality.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
There are no rules where life is concerned,
Our past must be burned,
For theres nothing we have learned,
And its true,
I believe that we must all be free,
Immortal you and me.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
And maybe youll go down in history.
Oh, how much longer must your life remain a mystery,
It doesnt matter if youre thick and fat or thin and long,
You must find out exactly where it is that you belong.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know,
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Reveal yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know thats its reality,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
It doesnt matter if the world thinks youre right or wrong,
Reveal yourself.
song performed by by Kinks
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
poem by Triauna Hall
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Food habits
Old habits die hard
We only live in present and don't look forward
Live with junk food and rotten ideas
All our advice fall on dear ears with no regard to pleas
We are prepared to live with all diseases
No matter even if life comes to stand still or ceases
We will follow new trend with hectic life and tension
Please don’t advise us in matter with confusion
This is what new generation thinks!
Very shortly their life boat sinks
So much tension and no way out
This is life style and whole story about
Nothing is attained out of this habit
There is no strength left in feet
They crumble with little more weight
Only wait for instant result without fight
Nobody is willing to wait for a second
Even though some of the things may be beyond
We try with half willingness and less determination
It is not likely to grow any fruitful relation
Good food habits leads to culmination of good thoughts
Many successes are had without external help being sought
It calm downs the eagerness and stream into real strategy
The less time will be spent even after remaining so much busy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No to Dirty Game
It is some sort of dirty game
Humanity is not to be blamed
Black sheep are everywhere
Still we have to find ways and stay somewhere
Mind may bog you down
Think of snatching somebody’s property to own
Build castle on ill gotten money
Offer poison in return of honey
These are some of glaring examples
We silently eat lavish food with apples
Fruits may not appeal and long for still more
Let it flood all over but expect down pour
Truth may prevail at the end but the evil may prolong
It has short life and not last long
Yet some of the finest things fall on deaf ears
We go on wasting precious years
Who cares for new find and heaven?
Why to bother for it now and then?
Throw the stones at glass door
Snatch whatever you can from the poor
This is order of the day and just a routine
All the trades and dealings are clandestine
Night starts with rich food and wine
Lots of verities on table to dine
If you spare a little time
You may not go in for it sometimes
It is blood soaked wealth
You can’t remain happy with good health
Nothing accompanies when you really depart
Even though it was dear to you and remained your part
You amassed it with fine oratory and art
Knowing fully well that it is futile and useless start
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Dirty Games
It is some sort of dirty game
Humanity is not to be blamed
Black sheep are everywhere
Still we have to find ways and stay somewhere
Mind may bog you down
Think of snatching somebody’s property to own
Build castle on ill gotten money
Offer poison in return of honey
These are some of glaring examples
We silently eat lavish food with apples
Fruits may not appeal and long for still more
Let it flood all over but expect down pour
Truth may prevail at the end but the evil may prolong
It has short life and not last long
Yet some of the finest things fall on deaf ears
We go on wasting precious years
Who cares for new find and heaven?
Why to bother for it now and then?
Throw the stones at glass door
Snatch whatever you can from the poor
This is order of the day and just a routine
All the trades and dealings are clandestine
Night starts with rich food and wine
Lots of verities on table to dine
If you spare a little time
You may not go in for it sometimes
It is blood soaked wealth
You can’t remain happy with good health
Nothing accompanies when you really depart
Even though it was dear to you and remained your part
You amassed it with fine oratory and art
Knowing fully well that it is futile and useless start
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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But A Mist
Our life on earth is but a mist, no matter how long that list,
Of those things in the past, of achievements we amassed,
Or those things we want to do, before time here is through,
For we are simply a vapor here, with that end drawing near.
Years of three score and ten, a time decreed for most men,
With good health, maybe more, no man can be totally sure,
Or one could have a shorter end, to the life they have friend,
Short or long, our life will be, a small blip in light of Eternity.
All the things that we’ve done, are fading like the setting sun,
Maybe, still a memory in our mind, but, they’ll be left behind,
The distant memories in our heart, many gone, as we depart,
From this earth and the past; a time for all that shall not last.
Of the present, we don’t know, how much we have yet to go,
Or what could change friend, to alter present time we spend,
Pursuing all wants and needs, uncertain where a future leads,
And death is as sure as birth, for all one day leave this earth.
All our lists, present or past, apart from God shall never last,
But all done for Christ shall be, transferred over into Eternity,
When life’s mist is over and done; in eternity with God’s Son,
Where these mists will endure, with Jesus Christ forevermore.
(Copyright ©02/2011)
Health and Wealth
When I had health, I strived to earn more wealth;
I toiled so hard that I soon lost my health!
When I got wealth, more vice crept in by stealth;
My wealth was gone, so also my good health!
So, keep your health and earn some wealth;
Don't earn more wealth and lose all health;
Just use your wealth to keep your health;
In life on earth, Health is your wealth!
poem by John Celes
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It Doesnt Really Matter
It doesnt really matter that I loved you
How many reasons call
It doesnt really matter at all
It doesnt matter that I failed to
Break down your fathers wall
It doesnt matter at all
Why tell me you dont understand when you do
I thought I had something to say
But it really doesnt matter at all...
I changed my name
To be rid of the things that I want from you
Its strange
But a name is a name and the truth is the truth
Oh, there is always
Always someone to remind me
So I learn to live with shame
Tell myself I feel no pain
But I do
And if I have to tell you
Then it really doesnt matter at all...
And its no good looking back
Because times a thief and I believe that
Im too old for that
Were just saying the things that weve said
Forever
It doesnt really matter that I loved you
How many seasons fall
Its too bad
It really doesnt matter at all
song performed by by George Michael
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One Should Not
Why some one should feel unequal
When god has sent us on earth as equal
We might have been born to rich
But is that curse or beyond reach?
Human being is entitled to love
Live with peace and believe
With his unequivocal faith
Till he enjoys his last till the death
How does it matter with color?
What has it to do with honor?
Why black color becomes matter of joke?
Matter of hatred and to receive all master strokes?
Life is after all life and so precious
It must go on uninterrupted and continuous
We have no right to disturb it in any sense
To love or to hate is just nonsense
We are sent here to live and propagate
His message and spread it to relate
His importance and how it can be related to human being
It is applicable to all whether black or white, poor or king
Let us not hide behind any wall
To mislead the people and make it to look tall
Do that thing only which gives comfort
Maintains dignity and good level of rapport
Why do we look at stars when they are far?
Why do we need solution from liars
Why not we ask our own conscience?
Just be to your self in his presence
Do you need to hear it is for particular person?
Is there anything particular with reasons?
If no, then believe it is all not needed
Any advice, if given, must not be heeded
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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