Sonnet: God’s Infinite Love for Man
God gave the horses hooves; left man bare-foot!
The eagle claws but man’s fingers just nails;
So, horses trot/ gallop; man wears a boot;
The birds need claws while man pares/ grows if ails.
God gave some beasts four legs to walk and run;
But man, two hands and pow’r to speak out thoughts;
But beasts lie shelter-less in rain or sun;
Yet, man is wily changing others’ lots!
How blest is man much more than any beast!
Ungratefully, yet selfishly, he lives;
God’s love for man ensouled has never ceased;
Though man may err so often, God forgives.
Men know God’s love profound, Yet soul ignore;
Can man in sin get past the Heaven’s door?
5-22-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Whither Modesty?
God gave some beasts, a coat of wool and fur;
To fish He gave it scales; to birds feathers;
So that in winter, they could be warmer,
And give to man, his much needed leathers!
And not one beast had need to wear a dress!
Also Adam and Eve, until exiled!
When shame of nudity filled them excess,
They hid ’hind leaves as serpent Satan smiled!
But this had happened many years ago;
Yet, look how modern men, women are dressed!
So transparently, scantily and Lo,
Let wrath of God be upon them accursed.
For acting’s sake, stark-nakedly they love!
Both men, women as God looks from above.
6-8-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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The God of Love Speaks to Man…
I gave you hands to grasp and work
With finesse, deftly, and eat food;
I thought you'll fold your hands and pray,
And thank me for the gifts I gave!
But you use hands to hurt and kill,
And do all sinful things your way!
I gave you legs that carry you,
And stand upright and walk my ways;
I thought you'll genuflect and pray,
And thank me for all that I do;
But you tread upon evil paths
And leave my tenets, go astray!
I gave you eyes upon your face
To see the good world I had made;
I thought you'll read the word of mine,
And live your life in accordance.
But you use eyes to see the muck
That spoils your heart and mind and soul!
I gave you ears to hear sweet sounds
Of birds and animals I found;
I thought you'll hear my divine voice
And thank me for the gift of life;
But you hear noise that's deafening,
And songs that satisfy your lust.
I gave you tongue and mouth to speak
Kind words to all and love brethren;
I thought you'll eat the foods you should,
And thank me for the taste of things;
But you speak lies and blaspheme God
And eat substances of abuse!
I gave you mind to think aright,
And wonder how awesome is God!
I thought you'll keep your brain flawless,
And thank me for your reasoning power;
But you take drugs that give you highs
And waste your precious time I gave!
I gave you heart to empathize,
And feel the anguish of others;
I thought you'll have remorse for sins
And ask forgiveness from the Lord;
But your heart harbours evil thoughts
Those wreck your mind, body and soul!
Remember man, I made you out
Of clay but breathed life into it;
And gave a soul and my semblance
To know my love that's infinite;
Love made me make you with great care,
And yearns to have you back wholesome!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-10-2012
poem by John Celes
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SONNET: The Driver
He drove my cart, along the lanes, He chose!
And whipped my horses, gently, guiding them;
They neighed when air turned colder to their nose;
He stopped at His stations and said, ‘Ahem! ”
Untying my horses, He gave them a drink;
They stood in a water-pool and bathed clean;
And when night came, in slumber they did sink;
And when it dawned, He gave them fresh, grass, green.
He oiled the wheel’s-hub and we darted off;
The Driver knew His destination next;
Sometimes, He said, “For now, that is enough! ”
His actions always left me very vexed!
We finally got down at last, but then,
To my surprise, I found it was Heaven!
poem by John Celes
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God Gave Me...
God gave me eyes so I could see,
God gave me legs so I could walk,
God gave me hands so I could feel,
God gave me ears so I could hear,
God gave me a nose so I could smell,
God gave me a heart so I could love,
God gave me a brain so I could think,
I’m still trying to figure out why God gave me you.
poem by Rebeckah Schroeder
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The Tiger- past predator: present prey!
Tiger, Tiger, poached for hide!
By Man’s bullets many died;
Bones and claws of thine are dried;
Poachers have thee crucified.
Past predator, now a prey!
Recklessly killed every day;
Thy extinction is so nigh;
Mortality of thine’s high.
Lord of Jungle, O Tiger!
Hast thou become much tamer?
Thy reserves have dwindled fast;
Wilt thou soon be thing of past?
Oh, what sinews, what muscles!
Victor of fiercest tussles;
Thou with agility stalk;
Despite weight, thou canst cat-walk!
No beast dare challenge thy might;
Thine eyes glimmer green at night;
Thou live in forests so dense;
Mighty beast- ’tis no pretence.
Frightens thy roar every beast;
Stalk thou grassland’s beasts for feast;
What strength fills thy graceful frame!
Jungle Lord, wherefrom thou came?
poem by John Celes
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The God of Love!
By love, God made the universe;
By love, God created the earth;
By love, God made man and woman;
By love, God gave them each a soul.
By love, God cares for human needs;
By love, God watches over man;
By love, God gave Ten Commandments;
By love, God punishes man too.
By love, God made Heaven for man;
By love, God sent His son to earth;
By love, God had Christ die on cross;
By love, God nullified sins’ rod;
By love, God waits to embrace man!
The God of love made man with love;
But man with sins questions Him, ‘How? ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-13-2007
poem by John Celes
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Give to Love
Love came knocking on thy door
With you in sight to love and adore
But thine did give
All that thou have and
need to live?
You gave thine lips for love to speak
You gave thine heart for love's heart's weak
You gave thine face, to love to trace
its tears across thee a sorrowful place
thou give to thy loss when it comes to love!
You gave thine soul to love's control
You gave love thy hand to hold
You gave thy feet for love to kiss
You gave thy happiness to love's bliss
You gave thy breast for love to touch
You gave thine body for love to clutch.
But what did love give thee?
Love took and took and left thee with nothing!
With nothing now you are at peace, thou art free!
This is what love did to me!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Sonnet: A Weird Workplace
The carriage looks so fabulous indeed:
And drawn by steeds and horses, superbly
On roads in tough terrain with rather greed;
They do it sub-consciously but ably!
The passengers are from far-off places,
And some are picked from road-side on the way;
A few wear masks of poverty on faces;
Only a few are truly made to pay.
The drivers change too frequently at times;
Some do not know the horses, roads at all;
They sleep both day and night in changing climes;
They do not care if horses stop or fall.
The carriage has to be repaired often;
The hearts of drivers will never soften!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-28-2008
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: A Village-life is Better
A city-life has gone to dogs these days,
With problems of water, shelter and food;
The cost of living has gone up always;
The ‘luxury’ cannot keep one’s health good!
A village-life is far better to all;
Tho’ time ticks slowly, health is at its peak;
Yet, love and courtesy is maintained tall;
A simple livelihood, most farmers eke.
But still, men throng the cities all the time,
To live a discontented, worthless life?
And neither are the mind and soul sublime;
Man struggles much to combat daily strife.
So, why can’t men be level-headed then,
And live ’midst Nature’s plants, beasts, birds like wren?
8-2-2002
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: My life
My poverty has been my best Teacher;
My selflessness has been my best helper;
My miseries have been my best lover;
My love of God has been my best Master.
If not for poverty, could I turn great?
If not for miseries, could I change fate?
If not for enemies, could I be sane?
If not for evil minds, could I God gain?
Our freedom won hard is not for abuse;
Our liberty is not to ignore laws;
Our literacy is for use, not misuse;
Our will-power is not like Eagle's claws.
A righteous life is what God wants of us;
And love, we must our neighbours without fuss.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Our Gratefulness to God
And people shower kisses upon me,
For soothing words of mine and good advice;
Some hug me tightly so spontaneously,
And fall prostrate at my feet to entice.
Some thank by way of letters or through phone,
Or send apt greeting-cards for my birthday;
They come to enquire when ill or lone
Reciprocating love, the human way.
A dog is grateful to its master for
The food and shelter, love and great kindness;
So, sits beside his dead master in awe;
Until it dies, its heart’s filled with sadness.
How much more grateful should man be to God,
Who gave him human form, soul, Tho’ made from clod?
29-5-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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A Tree Speaks Out!
I’m born from seed within the earth,
That’s watered by the sky;
And once the sun bathed me with heat,
Lo! I’m a seedling made.
I drink by roots that prop like feet,
And breathe through leafy pores;
I cook my food in green ‘kitchens’;
God’s love helps me to grow.
And I can feel like any man;
I give all - breeze and shade;
I give myself to men and beasts;
Why then, they destroy me?
May be, like men I can’t reason,
But I can never sin;
I am a dumb creature of God;
A soul, He never gave!
But I don’t fight and I can’t kill,
And I don’t steal, tell lies;
I do my duty as God bids;
I’ll praise Him on ‘LAST DAY’!
Copyright by Dr John Celes
12-25-2004
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: God’s Love is Prime
God’s love made earth and gave man a life-span;
God’s love made Eve, Adam and all beasts on earth;
God’s love made plants and everything for man;
God’s love made creatures, giving them their breath.
God’s love made Him to give Ten Commandments;
God’s love made Sun, Moon, Stars- the Universe;
God love allowed devils’ impediments;
God’s love let man to make conditions worse.
God’s love made Jesus die upon the Cross;
God’s love made Him redeem the souls of men;
God’s love made His spirit remove chaos;
God’s love made Eternal life in Heaven.
God’s love made man to love this neighbor well;
God’s love made Him to cast bad souls to Hell.
6-11-2001
poem by John Celes
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Why Man (Woman) , Why?
When ruthless crocodiles take care
Of their young ones with love,
By giving them a free lift,
Within their mouths to lake,
Why do some human beings
Kill their unborn offspring
That grows within the womb?
When birds can feed their young ones
By regurgitating
Food, brought across some miles,
Appeasing their hunger,
Why shouldn’t all human beings
Stop giving lame excuses
And rear all children God-given?
When beasts bring forth their progeny
With duty, love and harmony,
And rear them all with care untold,
Why do some human beings
Make their hearts and minds so cold,
And murder unborn babies,
Waiting to be born into
The world, Almighty-made?
When beasts know that ‘heterosex’
Is one natural, God-made,
To procreate, participate
In Maker’s plan, pre-set,
Why do a few men prefer same sex,
A perversion that
Can’t ever procreate?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-7-2010
poem by John Celes
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Heaven Tonight
Here comes a sign in the form of a girl
Shes the finest, sweetest thing in the world
Oh, take you to heaven tonight
I feel the horses coming galloping
In the summers end
Take you to heaven tonight
Oh, because I love you
For what you are
Ill gallop to you
Tonight, tonight I will ride
Ill give it to you
Well go to heaven tonight
Tonight
I dont know why ?
Oh baby, I was heading for heaven tonight
Ill go to heaven tonight
I feel the horses coming galloping
Ill never grow old, Ill go to heaven tonight
Because I love you
For what you are
Ill gallop to you
Tonight, tonight I will ride
Ill bow down to you
Well go to heaven tonight
Tonight
I cant believe that I could be happy
Summer will come again, I could be happy
Oh, stop your crying, you could be happy
Go to heaven when you make me happy
Here comes a kiss that I never had
Nothing feels like this, headed to heaven tonight
I love you
Here comes a storm in the form of a girl
Shes the finest, sweetest thing in the world
Oh, Ill go to heaven tonight
For what you are
Ill gallop to you
Tonight, tonight I will ride
Ill bow down to you
Well go to heaven tonight
Tonight
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Sonnet: God Gave All Things Functions
Iron in Air unused can only rust;
It should be beaten into useful things;
All books unread will gather only dust;
The ring-fingers are meant for wedding-rings!
A mirror loses silvering with time;
One’s face reflects the feelings of the mind;
One’s activities depend on the clime;
The jaws must move well in order to grind.
All things must be to optimum use put;
All things must be taken care of rightly;
The hand cannot do things, done by the foot;
The care of soul shouldn’t be taken lightly.
All things God gave have functions numerous;
Let’s thank the Lord for being generous.
6-18-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Blessed Are The Poor On Earth
Let discontented men, learn from the poor,
Who smile despite the anguish in their hearts;
Hard-working all their lives for bread, succor;
Yet, struggling always to improve their lots.
No job is mean but honesty matters;
The vagaries of life tease them so much;
And scarcely clothed, that too in such tatters,
They wait with patience for God's magic touch.
Yet, all the while, their faces wear big smiles;
Their hearts are moved by beggar's cries for alms;
Barefoot in Rain or Sun, they walk the miles;
Their hearts are soft but roughened are their palms.
The Gates of Heaven are open to them;
Their poverty becomes their diadem.
6-14-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: The Earth is Large
There is land aplenty, where men cannot live!
Ice-covered, swampy, desert, infested;
There’s land so vast which you can people give;
But who is actually interested?
That is water lots that can be shared by states;
Yet, selfishness prevents this sacrifice;
There’s water lots that doesn’t get past sluice-gates!
To quench the thirst of others or grow rice.
There are much things you can give your brethren,
And help him meet his basic needs of life;
The world has still diseased, ill-clad children,
Nations below poverty-line ’midst strife.
Who said the Earth can’t shelter/ feed more men?
Men’s hearts must change to make the Earth Heaven.
5-20-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Ma Terre
I taste the Still
of hibernating beasts
the bristled fir
that clings to jagged claws
the ragged claws
that groan for guttered caves
the lonely howl of wolves
convulsed to find
the orphan whelp nursing
at clicking berries
cracked from winter's eyes
and I
the Mother of these howling pleas
split silently
within my twisted need.
Nightmares
Asian nightmares come from the heavens,
Under the flowers is a soil to grow,
Where nightmares exist,
The folly of horses and different steeds,
In the right path they tread.
Africa has no dream of its own
But that of horses riding, openly dying
When they gallop, stealing the grass and sand
With their enormous hooves.
Nightmares are against the teaching of the public.
poem by Naveed Akram
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