Sonnet: Living Wisely On Earth
I may remain a fool on earth altho’,
’Tis deliberately done you ought to know;
I can’t just live the way others want me,
For theirs isn’t the way to Eternity!
For money’s sake I can’t change my nature;
For transient joys, can I vices nurture?
The art of earthly life is to be good,
And search for God without losing one’s mood!
What if I gain the world losing my soul?
‘Do good and shame the devil’- is my goal;
This world I see is not a perfect one;
The sins we commit can sometimes us stun!
If happiness I can get on this earth,
Where is the need to seek the other Mirth?
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Never Give Up
Am I fighting against too many odds?
In all the world so vast, have I no friend?
Yet, death and problems come to commons/ lords;
I know this life on earth is not the end.
Could I dilute my principles too good?
Could I lower my ambitions in life?
Should I change over to a happier mood?
Could vices mitigate my earthly strife?
Unwavering must be courage on earth;
Troubles and joys are fleeting, impermanent;
Heaven is not for those without this birth;
To do good things, we need a divine bent.
Just like the sky that becomes clear and blue,
When purified, the soul too changes hue!
poem by John Celes
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Perfect
Clinging to a hope
Dust that makes me choke
A tiny piece of dirt
Happiness assured can't be too far
Can't be too hard
Traction having slipped
I think I've lost my grip, mine
But not for long, mine
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing ground
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing ground
Down falls
Down hurts me much less
So good, so good
So perfect like
How could, how could, how could you try
What for, what for, what better life
Once more, once more it all slips by me...again by me
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing ground
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing once more
Put it in a package of perfect like
Leave it in package of perfect size
Never opened up and it can't slip by
It all slips by
song performed by by Ultraspank
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Living Life on Earth
Laugh off your troubles all away;
Fears, known / unknown, night and day;
Live with much hope renewed, endless,
Lest turns life’s journey meaningless!
Vices and sin corrupt our life;
Be happy espoused or no wife;
Disease, penury all will strike,
Our earthly life, whenev’r they like.
By birth are we cast onto earth,
Where things perfect remain a dearth;
This world therefore can’t be heaven;
Earth is earth and heaven, Heaven.
Why bother man about stay then?
‘Take life as it comes”- men, women;
There isn’t a common way to live;
Our life’s our wealth that God did give.
Look for the writings on the wall;
We get up after every fall;
There is no time to sulk or muse;
On each depends, life’s use/ mis-use!
Why blame the Potter for the pot?
To be earthen-ware is our lot;
Let us adorn His earthly hall;
He expects not the same from all.
Let us then serve for what we are;
Death lurks so near and yet seems far;
Our duty done to Almighty,
We leave earth for eternity!
poem by John Celes
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A Poet’s Love
My heart is one and only one:
A furnace full of love, my own;
Despite my giving it wholesome,
It grows and tries to more blossom!
My heart has grown in size some way;
O’er-filled with love, begins to sway;
My Maker kind did full it fill,
So that I could give love at will.
A poet loves Nature so well,
In which God does always much dwell;
Almighty God, He is my Friend;
I shall love Him until my end.
My heart is one- belongs to God;
I long to live in good accord;
As men are selfish to the core,
My heart to God, I owe much more.
The things all that we do on earth
Are mainly ones which give less mirth;
It seems that good men are a dearth;
I pray that heaven stays on earth!
Our life on earth is just a phase,
To keep our soul and save our face;
If you could lift your heart beyond,
You will hear well God’s call- command!
Our earthly feat is important;
With sins, our soul turns impotent;
My talent is God-giv’n a gift;
Nurture I must or go adrift.
A man cannot serve two masters;
And if he tries, he just falters;
Love God alone and love Him well,
And earthly life will turn out swell!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-26-1999
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The Terrorists
The Muslim terrorists are now across the earth
They want peace prosperity happiness and mirth
Their goal is good but path is wrong
In the misled group they belong
They commit sins in exchange of sins
They mislead even innocent teens
They want to become martyrs
But they become murderers
They kill guiltless ones in the name of holy war
On Islam's beautiful face they are like a scar
poem by Asif Andalib
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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: I Shan’t Follow the World
How can I change my ways to match the world?
For years I’ve slogged for principles so good;
In middle-age, why should I change my mould?
Till now, for truth and honesty, I’ve stood.
Why should I change my ways just for world’s sake?
Suffered I have in life till now, maybe!
Amongst the righteous few too, I see fake;
I live working for my Eternity.
Who can escape punishments forever,
The Maker, world or himself gives someday?
The rewards may come on earth or may never;
I keep my soul pure, trudging just God’s way.
Why live a hundred or more years but lose,
My war ’gainst sin and devils, that too close?
poem by John Celes
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Beyond Vanity
Everything is truly done in vain, unless you live your life for God,
For there is nothing that will remain, on this present earth we trod.
All this world is temporal friend, no matter what path you choose,
And everything will have an end, and earthly gain we all shall lose.
All men are simply like the grass, here today, but soon will perish,
And when all comes to pass, is it Christ Jesus whom you cherish?
That’s one thing that will endure, with benefits well into eternal life,
Where you will live forevermore, while in Eternity with Jesus Christ.
When all on earth’s said and done, there lies ahead a great reward,
For all who come to God’s Son, and live to serve The Living Lord.
The life that Christ came to give, God offers to both, you and me,
And Jesus helps us to daily live, while He prepares us for Eternity.
With our focus now up above, filled with Heaven’s Joys and Bliss,
Moved anew through God’s Love, life now, is not so meaningless.
For Jesus came to give men life, taking us from the dark of night,
Freeing men of meaningless strife, while guiding them in His Light.
All vanities shall simply fade away, from your heart and your mind,
When Christ’s in our heart to stay, giving spiritual sight to the blind.
And now with new eyes you see, a world beyond this temporal sod,
Where we will live for Eternity, with Jesus Christ, our Lord and God.
(04/2007)
Your Time is Running Out!
Your time is running out!
Christ died for you and me;
He paid the price for sins
Of all humanity.
This day is yours!
Do not procrastinate;
Regret, amend, repent;
Receive the grace of God.
Restart a life anew;
Live life meaningfully;
Live in the fear of God;
Decide eternity.
The devils are a losing lot;
The Maker knows their every plot;
He knows our weaknesses, bad thoughts;
To save our souls, we ought
Our earthly life is transient;
He knows our strife- Omniscient;
The Son of God has opened gates
Of Heaven and lovingly waits
For every soul, He made with love,
To enter His abode above!
poem by John Celes
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When We Die!
Not a nickel can we take back, when we die!
All earthly things, we leave here upon earth;
All treasures must sometime uselessly lie;
Ephemeral’s the world in which we live!
Not an extra hour can we live, our way;
The Maker knows that moment when each leaves;
And death will snatch us stealthily one day;
The strongest monument will soon perish.
Our health will wane and fail us doubtlessly;
All pain, diseases end some day on earth;
Our labor cannot go on endlessly;
We separate from kith, kin, friend or foe!
Our span of life is finite in its length;
Our earthly suffering must end some time;
A minute more, we can’t add by own strength;
The day shall come when we take our last breath!
Just all the good and bad deeds done, we take;
Our mortal sins could steer our soul to hell;
The Maker knows the genuine hearts from fake;
The Lord decides each soul's eternity!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-19-2007
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Are You Eager To Meet The Lord?
Life on this earth friend is temporal and it is not very long at all,
Though man was to live forever, his life was shortened by the fall.
And through Adam's fall, sin and death was passed down to all men,
So instead of life eternal, man's life is just three score and ten.
Created and put in a perfect world, with access to the Tree of Life,
But desire for knowledge of good and evil created a world of strife.
Adam's fall has also destined that all men must face God's judgment,
Even if you do not repent, from God's justice you will not be absent.
Forbidden back into the Garden and no more access to the tree within,
First God shed an animal's blood, to cover their nakedness and sin.
Now shut out of a perfect Garden to grope upon the now cursed earth,
But God offers all Adam's children, Eternal Life through a New Birth.
For us God used more than just a skin, He made Jesus Christ our sin,
His Blood cleanses our sin and He fills us with Righteousness within.
God willed Christ to suffer, for granting man life was His desire,
But for the unbelieving and vile scoffer He prepared a Lake of Fire.
What does profit a man to gain the whole world but lose his own soul?
For eternity apart from Christ is an empty and foreboding dark hole.
Eternity is ahead for all men and blessings or wrath has been stored,
So when your earthly life is over will you be eager to meet The Lord?
(Copyright ©02/2004)
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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To My Friend
I can’t change you but I will try;
You are my friend and you know why;
If wise, you must certainly cry!
With remorse, atone for a while.
Good men suffer for venial sins;
Here on Earth, not in hellish kilns;
Tongue has no bones; words must not mince;
A true water-fish has some fins.
Pleasures are not always the same;
Our emotions must become tame;
To enjoy joys, sorrows must call!
Life’s ups and downs, happen to all.
Born in this world, improve thine soul;
Prepare for the next Life- our goal;
A mansion-life, isn’t saintly one!
Bend, thou must ‘fore you arise, son.
Time is for good use, if you can;
Unused, forever ‘tis gone, Man;
Peace of mind, good health and some wealth,
Achieve them hard-work and by stealth.
dedicated to 'my best friend'!
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Maybe You Should Seek His Face
He walks with me, The Lord above, and guides me with Grace and Love,
He walks with me every day and helps me through trials along the way.
He guides me with a loving hand helping with what I don't understand.
He helps each and every hour by filling me with His Grace and Power.
My world has been a different place ever since I sought His face.
My empty heart of grief and pain has been filled with Eternal Gain.
No need to seek earthly fame, as I have an inheritance in His Name.
I need no abode on shifting sand, as I have a room built by His hand.
Earthly ties I can sever, as Christ's relationship will last forever.
People come and people go, but He is one through eternity I'll know.
Earthly gain will be left behind, but Godly gain is eternally mine.
With earthly eyes I can not see what He's eternally prepared for me.
Life on earth can be a lonely place; maybe you should seek His face.
No matter what your present strife, Christ can give you a new life.
Your trials may never cease, but Christ will give you an inner peace.
And when this earthly life does end you'll have an eternity to spend.
Everything has been done by Him; He's even forgiven all of your sin.
Believe in His work on the cross and you won't suffer Eternal loss.
Your life will end on earth for sure; even now Christ is at the door.
But if you don't believe The Lord, you'll be in darkness forevermore.
(Copyright ©02/2004)
Evil’s Root (1)
Evil is like a bad disease
Affecting heart and soul
Bringing its victim to their knees
It robs them of their goal
Some seek in depth the devil’s course
We seek where shame begins
We search the world; it’s evil source
The root of all our sins
Genetics; is our prime excuse
Creation’s sad mistake
When parent’s drink, their drug abuse!
But not commands; we break
We’ve always someone else to blame
Remorse, is less than rare
Some shrink inside in fear of shame
Yet most don’t even care
Evil conceived, finds death; it’s dawn
Rebellion waxes wild
Satanic brood, the devil’s spawn
The noose for man and child
The beast, forever on the prowl
Brings death to those yet blind
Like flies upon some meat gone foul
A tumour to the mind
Attractive; as it often seems
Seductive to the core
It taunts us in our very dreams
Yet still we crave for more
But evil is the devil’s gain
Man’s choice to disobey
Where Satan is allowed to reign
God’s children fall and stray…PTO
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Art of losing
Maybe a shock, maybe hard in the beginning
Maybe too soon, maybe numb in the feeling
Losing is losing
Always brings an amount of grief
Even the rich, even the expert
Whether once, whether often
Losing is losing
And deal with it
Whether precious, whether replaceable
Whether unconscious choice, whether paying the price
Losing is losing
But don't be carried with guilt
Whether mysteriously disappeared, whether deeply investigated
Whether destroying your life, whether ruining your happiness
Losing is losing
So start to forgive yourself
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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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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Sonnet: Heaven’s Our Goal
Oh, never mind if you’re just a cipher,
In things of earthly mould and clay domain;
Your origin’s from clay- well decipher!
Your soul off sin, you always must regain.
And like a Phoenix, you must rise from dust,
Tho’ dead by sin, a mountain-load in weight;
For, victory with the devil is a must,
And love of God will arrange for souls freight.
How can one live in luxury on earth,
And be a saint all life at the same time?
How can one attain Heaven without birth,
Or do misdeeds, yet make one’s life sublime?
What if you gain the world but lose your soul?
For Salvation to each one is prime goal.
6-28-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Who I Am
I am who I am
Always will be
For I was born
Not by choice
Being shaped by conscience
And the world in which I live
Taught by life's lessions
Of hope and disappointment
Winning and losing
Happiness and despair
All of which have made me
What I am today
Part good, part bad
For no one is perfect
poem by David Kush
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Happiness To Me
Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the
human mind, body and soul.
All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life,
filled with happiness alone;
Life could become boring, when happiness is prolonged.
Even A pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even A beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.
Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;
Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;
Happiness does not depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;
Happiness is in being child-like, though adult;
Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake;
Happiness is in doing acts of charity;
Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.
Happiness to some is in dreams alone;
Happiness to some doing risky feats;
Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life;
Happiness to me is in loving.
poem by Richard Maginness
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