Sonnet: God’s Special Love
The love of God had given us our form
Wholesome and perfect, while in mother’s womb;
The environs then tried to us deform:
Some ending without being born in tomb!
The love of God had given parents good,
Who reared us with great care to adulthood;
And taught us basic things we need in life,
And how to toil and overcome our strife.
The love of God had given us life-span-
Our precious time on earth to work for Him;
The Hand of God protected each human,
From foes, travail and when life became grim.
God’s special love chose us before our birth,
For being born, human being on earth.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-2-2008
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What Children Want Their Parents to do …?
Allow me to be born, mother –
Into the world, God made;
And let me glorify my Lord
In life, before I fade!
Allow me to grow well, father,
Into a healthy child;
And let me do great feats on earth,
Unlike a flow’r in wild!
Give me some special love, mother,
And nurture me with care;
Do spend enough time with your child –
‘I am your earthen-ware! ’
Protect me father, while I’m young,
Support my life’s bare needs;
I do not want to be orphaned,
Or taught to do misdeeds!
Take care of all my wants, parents,
Climb me up life’s ladder;
The modern world gives bleak chances;
Keep me always gladder!
Help me to walk and run and play;
Help me to stand erect;
Help me to talk and read all day;
Help me to be perfect.
Do hug me, kiss me, embrace me;
Don’t cane me unfairly;
Bathe me, dress me and keep me clean;
Let me do things freely!
Oh, do not neglect me parents;
I need you by my side;
Until I’m old enough to stand
Alone, and in God abide!
Help me to realize my God,
In everything I do;
Oh, let me serve my Maker well,
Through fellowmen, and you.
Help me to show my love for you:
I am your flesh and bones;
Bless me that I may tend to you
When old, in moans and groans!
Look after me like your parents
Bestowed on you, their love;
This is the duty, God expects
All parents to do, prove!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-16-2008
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Abortion
If mother kills her child in womb,
And this is not a sin or crime,
Why shouldn’t one kill others by bomb,
Or murder innocents each time?
The ‘seed’ implant in utero,
Is precious life, allowed by God,
And has all rights to live, be born
And see the world that God has made!
When homicide per se is crime,
Attracting punishment on earth,
How much more is infanticide
And abortion of unborn child?
What mother is she who would kill
Her unborn child, while still in womb-
An act against Almighty’s Will,
And turn the place of birth, a tomb?
No God of love will allow this
Great sin by modern Adams, Eves;
For, God is fair to all creatures-
Beast or man, big or small, with soul!
You shall not kill a human being
For, murder is a mortal sin,
Inviting mighty wrath of God-
Eternal Damnation, the rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-11-2008
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Sonnet: New Year 2008 Resolutions
A New Year 2008 has dawned!
Let us resolve to work for global peace;
Let love and brotherhood become our bond;
Let wars and envy amongst nations cease!
Let’s stamp out terrorism from earth’s face.
Let’s ensure basic rights of all brethren;
Let’s safe-guard environs for human race;
Let’s make the earth a place akin heaven.
Let’s help our poor and downtrodden brothers;
Let’s pray to God for help and guidance more;
Let’s protect life of man, beast and others;
Let earth’s resources take man to the fore.
Let’s give up vices and all kinds of sin;
Let’s love our neighbors as our kith and kin.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 01-01-2008
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Don’t Take My Life, My Dear Mother!
Don’t take my life,
My dear mother!
For heaven’s sake,
Please let me live!
Don’t take my life;
Give me a chance;
I’ve life like you;
I want to live.
Don’t take my life;
God’s love made me;
God talks to me,
And calls my name!
Don’t take my life;
The womb’s my home;
God feeds me well
And helps me grow.
Don’t take my life;
I yearn to live,
And see the world
That God has made.
Don’t take my life;
Do charity;
I’ll repay back
Your act of love.
Don’t take my life,
I want some love
From my parents;
So, spare me please!
Don’t take my life;
Do spare my frame;
The clay is baked;
It’s time for birth!
Don’t take my life
God has allowed;
I want to see
His lovely world.
Don’t take my life;
I’ll pay you well,
When I grow big,
And you turn old!
Don’t take my life,
My dear mother;
God will bless you
And too, father!
Don’t take my life,
Dear dad and mum;
Don’t turn the womb
Into my tomb!
Don’t take my life,
For God’s sake please;
My dear parents,
‘LET ME BE BORN! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-9-2009
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X’mas
Born was a child in a manger;
Born was the son of God, the Father;
Born was the love of the Maker;
Born was for men, a Redeemer.
Born was a baby boy, a king;
Born was on earth a prophet great;
Born was the love of God in human form;
Born was a Messiah.
Born was a son of a carpenter;
Born was the king of Jews;
Born was the living God as flesh;
Born was a Savior.
Born was a babe, who brought,
Joy and peace to the world;
Born was a babe on a bed of hay,
As angels choirs kept singing on.
Born was the spotless Lamb of God
Who was to die on the cross;
Born was a divine child,
From the Virgin Mary’s womb!
Born was Lord Jesus Christ,
Who paid the price for our sins,
And by His death and resurrection,
Made it possible for sinners too,
To go to Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-25-2006
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Children’s Day 2011
The bud that tried to form some way
Was disallowed from doing so;
The bud that sprung out fine one day
Couldn’t blossom like how others do.
The buds that bloomed into flowers
Got plucked or crushed before they grew;
The flowers that found the rain showers
Got withered unseeded by dew!
When children are future adults on earth,
Why parents choose to play God while in womb?
And kill them mercilessly before birth,
Converting their first home into a tomb!
When love of God has formed them healthy, hale,
Should mom or dad decide their destiny?
And if to Maker unborn tell their tale,
God’s rage will rise supporting the tiny!
Let parents love their kids before their birth;
Let unborn see world’s grandeur that’s God-made;
Let human beings be humane on earth;
Let love of life be prime and hatred fade!
Allow all children to be born and fed;
Give them the love and tender care they need;
Bestow the warmth and human touch in bed;
Let children grow like mammoth trees from seed!
On Children’s Day, let love enter young hearts;
Let children not be unwanted on earth;
Let children not be used as man’s spare-parts;
Let every nation feel proud by their birth!
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Embryonic Homicide
Life is same, no matter young or old;
Life is precious, more than silver, gold;
Life isn’t commodity that is sold;
Life’s from God, not from this nasty world!
Alike is life in children and adults;
Alike is life ‘in utero’, ‘ex womb’;
Alike is life of born and that unborn;
All human lives are equal before God.
All human beings are in God’s semblance;
Each body gets a soul that everlasts;
The love of God is shown to all creatures;
The Life-Giver alone can take back life!
The Embryo has life that’s God-destined;
The Embryo was formed by love of God;
The Embryo must grow by divine Word;
The Embryo has soul like anyone!
Why kill the embryo for its small parts?
Why destroy one life to save another?
Why treat the embryo with great disdain?
Why murder lives in womb for sake of born?
The embryo is healthy, not diseased;
The embryo is living, not deceased;
The embryo is child, awaiting birth;
The embryo is human too and worth!
No beast kills babies that are still unborn;
The world demands kindness to animals;
Why not protect the human lives unborn?
Preserve the dignity of life in womb!
Could God watch human lives desecrated?
Would God spare merciless human beings?
The embryonic life is life as well;
All ruthless murderers shall land in hell!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-9-2009
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Pro-life…
I thank my mother,
Who brought me forth
Into the world,
God made, so bold.
And my dear father,
For doing his worth,
To raise me up,
With love-filled cup.
I admire them
For such strong faith,
And duty-minds -
Both rare are finds.
I was their child eighth,
Of ten children!
God blessed them well;
Their work was swell.
But had they stopped with
Just one or two,
Like how some did:
Oh, God forbid!
What lovely parents
They turned to be,
And lived all life,
Despite much strife
If not for them both
What would I be?
-An abortus
Or dead fetus!
The love of Maker,
Good parents give
To children all,
When they are small
Such children bring them
Blessings from God,
And intense mirth,
Right here on earth.
I thank you parents;
I thank you God,
For gift of birth,
And lovely earth.
Just think of parents
Who do abort,
Against God’s will,
By their weak will.
Their life will be filled
With emptiness;
Their guilt and sins
Makes life non-sense.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2008
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The Child in the Womb…
The child in the womb longs
To leave the darkness ’round,
And see the light of the world,
Created by God.
The child in the womb yearns
To breathe the lovely air
Of independent life,
Made by God.
The child in the womb wants
To move about with ease,
On planet earth’s terrain,
Meant for it.
The child in the womb waits
To show its cry of life,
And feel its mother’s warmth,
And parents’ love.
The child in the womb loves
To show its beauteous form,
That love of God gave it,
Free of cost!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-15-2008
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Thanksgiving On my Birthday
O thank you mum, for giving birth to me,
Unlike the mothers who abort their babes;
The love and care you showed for me was fine;
You toiled so much to make the man, I am!
O thank you dad for rearing me so well,
Unlike the fathers who neglect their young;
The exemplary life you lived on earth
Made you my role-model unmatched till date!
O thank you sisters, brother - all of you,
For sharing in my joys and woes on earth;
Despite some strife, we spent a joyful time,
Experiencing life every moment!
O thank you teachers, neighbours, friends and foes;
You taught me things in life of value great;
And without you, life could have been a bore;
I thank you Mother Nature, my teacher!
O thank you dear, my wife beloved one;
And thank you children for your obedience;
You made our home a pretty one indeed;
God bless and keep you healthy, wealthy, wise!
O thank you God for blessings and your grace;
Your boundless love revealed I am special;
O help me do my duty to my race,
And earn my place in heaven in great style!
O thank you Almighty for my birthday,
That falls on Valentine's Day - lovely day!
And let me pen poems on love for all
Who want to lead a virtuous life, God's way!
'Happy Valentine's Day! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-02-12
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Life
We have to take some risks
To do some things in life;
We have to do some things,
Despite the added strife!
We have to weigh the risks
To benefits in each;
We can’t do things in haste
For aims in life to reach.
We cannot waste our time
God-given, precious-most;
Time is the same to all
To labor or is lost.
For everything in life,
We ought to make a start;
There is so much to do
Before we can depart.
A lazy-bone is one
Who never can find time;
We have to work all life
In any type of clime.
True greatness comes to few
Who struggle right from birth;
No one is born just great
But makes it upon earth!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-6-2009
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Sonnet: Love ‘in extremis’
Ah love, if love is more worthy than our life,
Divine as it was born amidst our strife,
I would readily take it with my knife,
If giving it can save our love not rife!
When love betwixt two minds has but one soul,
And the two lives on earth share just one goal,
What can be more precious than life given,
For keeping love alive than life liven?
Ah love, nothing on earth can drive a wedge,
Between us hearts united on cliff’s edge;
When joy’s the same in living or dying,
Must we continue to live by loving?
Ah love, tho’ human we’re, yet love’s divine!
Anything must be done to keep it fine.
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Happy Mother’s Day,2008
I’m glad to have a mother good,
Who nursed me well and gave good food;
Who taught me how to read and write,
And sang a lullaby each night.
Who showed me how to walk and run,
And played with me to have some fun;
Who kept me spick and span each day,
And told me stories like a Fay.
Who showed me how to pray to God,
And caned me sometimes as a rod;
Who reared me well with love and care,
And toiled all life for my welfare.
A lovely soul, one’s mother is,
Who shows the way to every bliss!
God bless my mother specially,
And keep her happy and healthy.
‘Wish you dear mom, a Happy Mother’s Day,2008! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-1-2008
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The Babe in the Womb
This is my home;
This is my own;
I am alone;
No one’s welcome!
It is all free
For ten months’ time;
My sweet home prime,
Where I must be!
On watery bed,
I sleep for hours;
And time does pass,
And I’m not dead!
I have no shocks;
I roll about;
I do not shout;
I get no knocks!
A home, my size;
I grow, it grows;
God is my Boss;
Things are so nice.
With door just shut,
None come inside;
With God beside,
My splendid hut!
And this is where
I must stay on,
Until I’m born,
And need some air!
All is silent;
There is no light;
Things are quite bright;
I pay no rent!
God talks to me;
Calls me by name;
Reminds my aim;
To me sweetly.
I need no food;
The Lord feeds me
A meal bloody;
And things look good.
My mother calls;
I hear her not;
To sleep, I’ve got;
There are no falls!
I am all nude;
A satin-sheet,
Covers me neat,
To keep my mood!
My eyes are closed;
I cannot see
With clarity;
But I am poised;
God loves me much;
He watches me
So tenderly,
With magic touch.
I dream of days,
Of life on earth,
After my birth,
If born, in case!
I want to see
The world God made;
I wish to wade
In earthly sea!
I wish to feel
The sun’s great heat,
And place my feet
Like gliding eel.
All seems so well;
Will I be born?
Will I be torn
Apart, like hell?
I have a life
Like everyone;
I want some fun,
Despite some strife!
I hear of laws
Preventing birth,
On recent earth,
Where man is boss!
Could they kill me?
I am afraid;
I am God-made
To live freely!
Don’t make the womb,
A slaughter-house;
I bear no grouse;
Don’t build my tomb!
Have mercy, God!
I wanna live;
My love, I’ll give;
Spare me from rod.
Have pity, mum!
Don’t you love me?
I love to see
You, dad at home!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-25-2009
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Sonnet: In Earthly Life
Most things we do in life appear in vain;
Most decisions we take seem incorrect;
Attempts we make in worldly life are bane:
Sad plight of Homo sapiens who’s erect!
We must not measure labor with money;
We can’t return our parents’ love in life;
We cannot gauge Bees’ toil that makes honey;
God compensates our efforts ’midst our strife.
The love of man for God is not so deep;
The love of God which made us is so great;
His code of conduct, every man must keep;
God helps us always to improve our fate.
Sometimes, our earthly life seems like a drill;
Nevertheless, we ought to do God’s will!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-21-2008
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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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Man, Thou Shalt Not Kill!
Each human child by God is made
In His image own, with love, care;
To take a life is God-forbade,
No human being shall then dare!
Each human child is called by name,
While growing in the womb by God;
To murder is a sin and shame
Inviting Maker’s just rod!
The law of lands may change with time,
But lives God-made must stay untouched;
To kill is both a sin and crime,
And cannot be ignored or hushed!
The curse of God shall be upon
The man/ woman who kill the child;
The pleas of revenge of unborn
Will bring a punishment, not mild!
To urge someone to kill is just
The work of Satan with much plan;
Such human beings are accursed:
Let all know this – man or woman!
So, spare the life within the womb;
Let every life see world God-made;
The place of birth can’t turn a tomb;
Without blooming, no bud may fade!
‘Abortion is a mortal sin and heinous crime! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-16-2010
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Sonnet: Abortion- Murder, most foul in the Womb!
God makes the buds that blossom into flow’rs,
And flow’rs to form the seeds for newer plants;
God gives sun-light and bathes the roots with show’rs,
And nutrition, protecting them from ants!
God makes each species propagate on earth-
A mystery and wonder, all must take;
God takes care of their every want from birth-
Food, water, shelter, freedom from each ache!
God breathed life into clay and called it ‘man’!
And loved him, more than every creature made;
And made from him, his partner called ‘woman’;
His love for man (woman) will never fade!
‘Abortion- murder, most foul, in the womb! ’
Should mothers turn the sacred womb, a tomb?
Lovingly dedicated to all good mothers who
God-willingly serve to maintain the human race.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-12-2008
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Man, Leave the Human Embryos Alone!
Not all the buds of an inflorescence
Can blossom into flowers, nice and hale;
Not all the flowers are lucky to be
Well pollinated by the insects, bees;
Only a few can turn into young fruits;
A fewer only grow in size, ripen.
Some buds and flow’rs are lost to wind and rain;
Some get aborted by disease and sun;
The Mother Nature decides what to keep,
And destroys whichever it thinks unfit!
Both genes and environs thus do their job –
The Maker uses Nature to create!
Though Nature plays its role in all species,
Man takes the upper hand by blocking it;
The freedom that God gave is thus misused;
In guise of Eugenics, he destroys, kills;
Each child is at the mercy of parents;
If lucky, they may see the world, God made!
Right to be born is denied to children!
Oh, what a ruthless world awaits their birth!
The world isn’t fair to children ev’n if born;
Despite all odds, procreation goes on;
The changing laws don’t favor children’s rights;
Man rules the fate of human lives at birth!
Ev’n embryos are left unspared by man!
‘The life that has begun can be undone! ’
Some mighty nations set the trends this way;
The embryos are denied right to grow;
They can be killed for cells that make spare-parts!
A human life that ought to live cannot!
Oh, leave thine embryos alone, O man!
Allow the human womb to do God’s work;
Don’t turn the wombs of birth to tombs of death!
Give dignity to life when just begun;
Who will take care of human progeny?
Align with Nature in procreation!
Man, love thy species and your children please;
Man, leave the human embryos alone!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-13-2009
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A Rethink on Abortions
The time has come for all to think-
A babe in womb is also life;
No one with conscience would dare kill,
Nor dismember a life with skill.
Do we all eat to vomit food?
Do we all drink to bring it out?
Why let a ‘seed’ grow in the womb,
And pare the ‘seedling’ fully grown?
O noble souls that heal all wounds!
You took your oath to save all lives;
Let conscience dictate all your ways;
Let not your hand cut string of life!
Life is most sacred when human;
You should not kill for merely fun;
When you can’t make one human part,
Why kill a human babe with art?
Should mankind turn a killer-race?
Should doctors serve, abetting crime?
No law can suppress one’s conscience,
That tells you what is right or wrong.
The unborn baby in the womb
Is also life, like me and you;
Why make its place of birth, a tomb?
The God of life won’t forgive you.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-24-2008
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