Sonnet: Great Things Can Still Be Done
If man decides, even deserts can green!
Perseverance through hard-work is the key;
As afforestation can change the scene,
And earthlings all can feed and live in glee!
Modern ‘high-tech’ has answers to questions,
No man has hitherto thought of or dreamt;
But man must not forget Nature’s lessons,
Preserving her, however devils tempt!
A man can do impossible things for now;
Even the sky isn’t the limit for him;
To good intentions and God, he must bow;
This earthly-life then need not be so grim!
God gave man hands, innate ability;
Sans God, man delves in sure futility!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Why God Gave Special Senses?
God gave me eyes to see his wondrous work
Of creation that none can ev’r surpass;
God gave me hands to do good things, not shirk,
And help the downtrodden and poorer class.
God gave me ears to hear what Nature says,
Through birds that sing in pleasant notes and songs;
And spend in useful ways, my earthly days,
Listening to good advice, avoiding wrongs.
God gave me skin to feel sun’s warmth/wind’s breeze,
And live a useful life in many climes;
God gave me tongue to taste/ swallow with ease,
Enjoying food that Nature gives all times.
God gave me all these things not to misuse,
But glorify Him by optimum use.
poem by John Celes
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why say good things are impossible?
hard work and perseverance
are the twins – key to success
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On Human Life on Earth
My arms are not just long enough;
My legs are never swift;
And what matters in men is, Oh,
The grey-mater- God’s gift!
There is an inherent reward
In things of earthly mould;
There’s too innate punishment-card
That comes from God untold!
This is the paradox of life
For men who come from mud;
Men’s decisions are fraught with strife;
They do more harm than good.
The more the frontiers of earth’s science
Advance in many fields,
Man better keep his conscience
In all the things he deals!
Although men may achieve much things,
And God made man for that,
Success in life is what God brings;
Man is God’s mere door-mat!
No matter how much shrewd man be,
He never can outdo,
His Creator more skillfully,
But, God’s Will, he must woo!
When man has reached the far-limit
Of earthly senses, thence,
To further science, he is unfit:
His quest for God begins!
However great a man may be,
Mother Nature’s the best;
When time is spend more wastefully,
Man fails God’s earthly Test!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-25-1999
poem by John Celes
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You Can Do It
The sky is limit
Nothing is impossible
You gotta try
You got to live like there is no tomrrow
We got to let go and enjoy life
Sometimes we need courage and support to anything we desire
In our life we deal with pain, drama and all sort of things
Just stand up and keep walking
You can do it
You just got to believe
I be here for you if you need me
You are not alone
If you work hard, something good will come out of it
God is here for us to help us through the challenges
You can do it
It's not end of world if something don't go your way
We won't always be happy and
Everything we want or do might not go our way
We have to deal with it
It's not fair, but it's life
You can do it
poem by Christina Phan
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Best Of Intentions
I had big plans for our future
Said I'd give you the whole world somehow
I tried makin' good on that promise
Thought I'd be so much further by now
Never could build you a castle
Even though you're the queen of my heart
But I've had the best of intentions from the start
Now some people think I'm a loser
'Cause I seldom get things right
But you make me feel like a winner
When you wrap me in your arms so tight
Please tell me you will remember
No matter how much I do wrong
That I had the best of intentions all along
Chorus:
I gave you a ring
And I promised you things
I always thought we'd do
But my best-laid plans
Slipped right through my hands
To show my love for you
And if you could read my heart
Then you'd know without exception
It was all with the best of intentions
Chorus
So here I am asking forgiveness
And praying that you'll understand
Don't think I take you for granted
Girl, I know just how lucky I am
Though you deserve so much better
You won't find devotion more true
'Cause I've had the best of intentions
Girl, I've had the best of intentions
Yes, I've had the best of intentions loving you
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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We Aint Much Different
(gary rossington -- johnny vanzant -- hughie thomasson -- rickey medlocke -- mike estes)
This is a story bout livin
A tale of a long hard road
Aint a whole lot of misgivins
Of the things that I thought I sowed
My daddy was a real hard worker
He said son there will come a day
Talk aint always cheap
And heres what daddy had to say
With these hands Ive made my livin
With these hands Ive held a child
With these hands Ive climbed a mountain
Sometimes we forget
We aint much different at all
He likes grits, you like the apple
There aint nothin wrong with that
He says yall, you say youse
It all depends on where youre at
Well a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun
And its always good for the soul
From new york city out to california
You know its only rock and roll
With these hands we come together
With these hands we can change the world
With these hands I play my music
Sometimes we forget
We aint much different at all
Oh, not at all
So what Im trying to tell you
Is that Im only one son of the south
Its gonna take more than you me and you
To work this whole thing out
With these hands Ive made my livin
With these hands Ive held a child
With these hands Ive climbed a mountain
Sometimes we forget
With these hands we come together
With these hands we can change the world
With these hands I play my music
Sometimes we forget
We aint much different
We aint much different
Aint much different
At all
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Sonnet: God Knows Best
God told to ask and it would be given;
I do not know whatever’s good for me;
Before I ask, devils be out driven;
My body, mind should be of sins afree!
God knows my wants and so, I do not ask;
He cares for me and loves me dearly too;
But doing things to God is not a task;
So, pray we must: our duty we must do.
God does most things, much miraculously;
He knows the ideal time to tend to needs;
We must not think of things always earthly;
For Heaven’s sake, we must do more good deeds.
God knows the devils’ schemes unseen and seen;
Our Good shepherd knows where the grass is green!
poem by John Celes
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Where I'm In FAITH!
Within a place that creates completeness in oneself,
a place that needs no obstacles,
a place that needs positive reaction,
negative resolution, and stressful elimination:
powers within oneself to have faith
in the faith G-d has for me.
Seeking a miracle is a waste of my time
for the miracles that come to my life
are truly the miracles of creation,
creation of a strong black woman
who can make all things happen,
who can provide for her family,
who can live without the idea of dying
due to destruction seen before her.
I am a miracle in itself as are you,
our faith in ourselves will benefit us
more than the faith we have in what can be done by prayer;
having faith in what we can do to make our prayers reality,
many of our questions have answers,
having faith, and the courage to know the answers are a given,
we are from the breath of the almighty,
we are the world, we are what he has faith in.
Looking for an easy fix is the thought of an addict,
for I am not an addict for life, I am a solution for living.
Look within my eyes and see the miracle of creation,
copyrighted by God himself,
the creation of perfection in his eyes;
Life was given to us as a gift, as a lesson,
a learning experience
with that gift
we were given the ability to survive,
some survive some just live;
I am a survivor, a creation that makes me full,
full of complete joy for I am a gift to this world,
to myself, to nature, as the world,
and nature is a gift to me;
I am a child of God
with that I know my prayers have answers,
before I ask he gives,
he gives me the ability to be the strength
that you seek,
the power that you need,
the fullness of the empty glass,
the waters that flow, the air that blows,
the rain that pours, the heat that warms
I am a miracle, as are you,
see within your reflection
as your creator seen when he gave you life,
be strong, don’t blame, don’t worry,
do all that you can to make your life the best you can
for the faith that he has in you
can never be measured by numbers
the faith he has is you is much greater
than the faith you have in him,
for he is the almighty,
you are simply the creation!
poem by Taunya Benns
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Instead Of Being A Pessimist
You want answers to your questions?
Ask yourself this...
What began the origin of those questions.
And...
How did they begin for you to exist.
You want a life you like?
Oppose to the one you don't?
Why have you chosen to dislike what you do?
And who enforced this dislike upon you.
Do you live with wishes to fulfill your dreams?
Or are you focused on others,
Who seem to have 'your' things.
Are you focused upon others,
Who seem to be living your life?
Doing those things,
You wish for you also to like?
Perhaps those questions you ask,
Are not yours afterall.
And perhaps those answers,
That have come to you answered...
You ignored them to disbelieve,
Those answers received...
Were not yours.
Because you spend your time,
In the minding of other people's business!
And your business,
You haven't given your time to see...
Succeed.
But your time is spent,
Lamenting others you despise and criticize.
You want answers to your questions?
Wait for therm patiently to come.
Before you impatiently decide,
To get up and leave.
Believing they can be found,
With you not around.
You want answers to your questions?
Ask yourself this...
What began the origin of those questions.
And...
How did they begin for you to exist?
Ask yourself that.
Instead of being a pessimist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mortal Man Calls Himself Immortal!
There are some risks in all things that we do,
Be they evil/ righteous; earthly/ divine;
Rewards come; punishments threaten your way;
Ecstasy in some manner has some fine!
Whatever man decides has its own faults;
Whatever God denies has its blessings;
Some things man does, Providence halts;
Imperfect are the things done by earthlings!
Whatever Nature does is best by far;
Whatever man may plan have their hazards;
And yet, we don’t know why God made each star?
And in the same way, why are born the Bards?
Although God made man the best evolved mortal,
Alas! Man still calls himself immortal!
8-20-2003
poem by John Celes
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On Looking Back!
This was my cup and this, my draught!
If it was good, to thank God, I ought;
If it was not, and perilously fought;
Let me take blame and be not distraught;
If things didn’t happen, the ways I sought,
And in umpteen troubles, I got caught;
If what I expected, happened not,
Let me not blame others for my lot!
This was the environs given to me;
Whatever they be, let me thank the Almighty;
But, did I use my fullest energy?
Did I use my time properly?
The past is past, be it good or bad;
The future is wide open and right in my hands;
Let me revamp my body, mind and heart;
And do even better, right from the start.
Let me reset my life’s aims and ambitions;
Let me work harder, with perseverance, undeterred;
Let me take things as they come my way;
But let not fear ever dampen my spirits, any day.
For,
Life is to live and to accomplish;
Life is to face its hurdles and challenges;
Life is to make this world a better place for oneself and others;
Life is to seek God’s love and truth and Heaven.
Knowing and continually reminding ourselves,
The impermanence of human endeavors
And transience of our earthly stay;
The omnipotence and incredible perfection of the Maker
And supremacy of Nature’s fury,
Every day!
poem by John Celes
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Regrets
I have done things wrong,
I will never forget.
But I cannot live,
A life of regret.
I am not a bad person.
But I have done bad things.
When a guitar gets broken,
You can change it's strings.
Life can be a song.
You can choose to dance.
Or you can sit in a corner.
And not take a chance.
It can be an adventure.
It can just be mundane.
You can dress it all up.
Or just leave it plain.
You can live for the moment.
You can live in the past.
You can live for tomorrow.
Or all you've amassed.
You can live for it's gifts.
You can live for it's treasures.
You can live for it's pain.
Or live for it's pleasures.
You can live it for Jesus.
Or live it for you.
You can live it for everyone.
Or just for a few.
And when it all,
Comes to an end.
Will you feel it's been true?
Or just been pretend.
Will you feel like you gave it,
Gave it your best.
Or did just what you had to.
Like all of the rest.
Did you make a difference?
Or did you blend in.
Did you look forward to where you were going?
Or stuck where you'd been?
Did you take life by the horns?
Or did it take you?
When things got real tough?
Just what did you do?
Did you sit in a corner?
Did you mope, did you cry?
Did you simply give up?
Did part of you die?
Did you fight the good fight?
Did you give it your best?
Did you go through your journey?
And complete your quest.
So live for the moment.
And never forget.
Don't let life shape you.
By what you regret.
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Sonnet: Woes Too Come For Our Good
However high, you climb up life's ladder,
You can't be far away from earth's surface;
Neither have you gone to Heaven nearer,
Unless your soul's goodness is strong in base.
Bad things too happen only for our good,
Our problems tune our minds and hearts to God;
Without his woes, man forgets mortal-hood;
Behaving uncreaturely, very odd.
And yet, the devils can't tempt man for long;
The One most High is watching every scene;
He hears each earthling’s lament, plaintive song;
The God who made us, never can be mean.
Unfathomed stays the love of God for Man;
His judgement fair comes from His ba1ance-pan.
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Questions Above
Many questions, seventy times seven, may be asked once in Heaven,
Our thoughts about the patriarchs, one or more questions this sparks,
Or maybe questions about this life, just why so much pain and strife?
Or the things we can't comprehend; may prompt questions in the end.
But with a pure mind and heart, many of those questions shall depart,
This when we enter into Eternal Life, now, with the pure mind of Christ,
Former things remembered no more, as we step on that eternal shore,
With an eternal mindset instead, as past is behind with Eternity ahead.
The things we could not comprehend, shall come to light at that bend,
The final turn at the end of our life, as we see the face of Jesus Christ,
With our glorified body and mind, those former things are well behind,
Many questions we may have asked, may be faded things of our past.
Most things from the former time, shall pale in the light of the sublime,
As the Crystal Sea and streets of gold, with our Lord our eyes behold,
Mindful now, of the things to come, as we enter, His Eternal Kingdom,
A Kingdom that shall not pass away, one, where we'll be there to stay,
Many things that we now ponder, may fade away as we get up yonder,
Earthly things will lose their allure, as we begin a new life for evermore,
Many questions now thought of, will likely fade in His presence above,
As Christ answers more than we ask, when we begin, that Eternal Task.
Being, here, now
First, I gave up asking, Why?
for I was never told the truth;
now I live in whylessness;
then I gave up asking, How?
for they said, best find out for yourself;
now I live in howlessness;
then I gave up asking, When?
for they said, who can be sure?
now I live in whenlessness;
then I gave up asking, Where?
for they said, where is it not?
now I live in wherelessness;
then I gave up asking, Who?
for they said, first know yourself;
now I live in wholessness;
and now I live without these questions,
the answers run toward me;
now I am more here and now, and
elsewhereness near gone;
for elsewhere’s here and now, I find;
and Other’s really One.
*
[leaning on Rumi]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sonnet: On Deforestation
What heart of stone dare lift an axe to strike,
And fell a tree thats young, green, and mighty?
And when the act is over, what dislike,
Shouldst fill the heart of Nature, Almighty?
Who sows the seeds and grows the forest-trees?
Who brings the Rain and makes the flowers fruit?
Who makes the leaves, nuts fall in Autumn's breeze?
Forests made over years, in days men loot!
Deforestation is an act unkind;
That men keep doing foolishly for long;
Such men are insane, doing things off mind;
Afforestation sans, 'tis very wrong.
How can men rid the earth of greenery?
No man can live in such a scenery.
poem by John Celes
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I 'Use' To Be Many Things
I 'use' to be many things!
Like Mother Nature I am.
When 'she' decides...
It is time for Fall, Winter
Summer or Spring.
I 'use' to be in fifth grade!
And sometimes I 'act'
As if lessons learned...
I have yet in my life made,
To prove that at all!
I 'use' to have youthful looks.
And denied I was aging.
I 'use' to be what others say I had been.
And as long as I live...
I will always be what it was,
I am not now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All The Things She Gave Me
All the things
All the things she gave me
All the things
All the things she gave me
I wrapped them up
In a big brown box
Tied it with ribbon
Drove to the docks
Checked my time
By the old town clock
All the things...
I saw the watchman
He was blowing into
Cupped hands
As he walked to the car
He said where do you think
Youre drivin to, son?
All good folks are in bed
And a days work is done
I said Im just looking for
Someplace to burn
All the things
All the things that she gave me...
All the things that she gave me
Where do I put them?
Where can I hide them
Where I wont have to see them?
Its dark as hell here
This citys grown cold
The devils in drag
Playing poker with souls
The lots are all empty
The last man is out
The moons made of cheese
And God is a boy scout
When I go to sleep
Ill be dreaming about
All the things...
Then Ill dream about churches
With great tall spires
Cathedrals and candles
Chimneys and choirs
Ill dream about
That place
Where I set fire
All the things
All the things that she...
song performed by by Waterboys
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True Companions!
take off your hat!
come on in....
black coffee, good books,
good wine, moments of stillness,
and conversations of the soul
that last all night....
you came from where?
that's good! tell me,
where are you going?
are you tired of walking alone?
do you need an echo?
questions for your answers?
or answers for your questions?
or do you just need to feel
someone breathing beside you?
we are what we dare to search for!
fear limits us to what we know.
i'll push you out of the nest
if you push me....
we'll either fly together,
or share the fall!
even as the seasons change around us,
they change within us as well.
and all we can ever hope for
are true companions on this road!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Trainwrecks
i think sometimes it takes trainwrecks,
before we'll sit down and look at, really look at,
who we are, what we are, and what we've become.
and i've had more than my share of trainwrecks....
often we bring them on ourselves, but sometimes
we have help...
it is the nature of life now that we get used, abused,
betrayed, and tormented....it makes one wonder how
much of that goes on inside us...
for the real battle is always within.
all the good and evil, all the hatreds, all the love,
all the wars, all injustices, human consciousness,
peace, and equality... all begin and end within us.
read a quote the other day... forgot who said it, that
went something like, '...there are people so good they
could never harm or kill anyone. i'm not one of them.
i wish i was... but i have to work at it.' and i understood!
i did a lot of things, especially when i was younger, that
i regret. and i paid the price.
i've made a lot of bad decisions, worked for a lot of
unscrupulous people, that used you for what they wanted,
and dumped you.
i've lost everything i had more than once, and stand to again.
when you think you dont have anything left to lose, life has
a way of showing you different.
we too often forget the value of the small things. we forget
what really matters.
and so you get pushed in a hard corner, and you stand up
angry, ready to fight. but what you're fighting is so big
you dont know where to start.... and you're fighting a
battle you cannot win!
and part of it is that the times are hard now. we've run
out of options, we have become expendable! the sad thing
is that we let this happen. we turned our heads, and walked
in indifference.
i am not a good man, nor a bad man. i am a man!
58 years old, with health issues, still wanting to work,
still fighting for what i believe is right. i have seen and
known a depth in life that i try to live, that i try to share,
with my actions, words, and intentions.
but i've reached the point where i'm not willing to
take any more shit! if i've done the wrong thing, then i
own my mistakes. but i wont apologize for what i think
is right!
running out of time, and having a hard time finding a
bridge. but that's my problem.
again and again telling my clenched fist to open.....
waiting for a break, some ray of sun....
human,100% human!
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