Sonnet: Man’s Life Today
Modern man’s life is almost cipher;
There’s no time for anything of mettle
Precious time’s lost to problems decipher
O’er is his time before he can settle.
Mans keen on the money value of things,
Their durability and guarantee;
In virtuality man dances and he sings
Abhors man, the thought of reality.
Life is spent in pomp, show and worthless friends;
God is forgotten and so is man’s soul;
Man is clumsy in his means to his ends;
His current concerns distract him from goal.
Science has compelled man to abandon God!
Man considers himself a powerful lord.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- What Use Hath Excess Money?
O spare me Lord from money in excess,
And let me never love it more than life;
It clothes my body with a pretty dress,
But puts my soul in never-ending strife.
So, let me never envy persons rich;
For wealth can't buy a pass through Heaven's Gate;
With time, it grows into an endless itch;
Whose sufferings, none can ameliorate.
Money gets spent to guard 'gainst men who steal;
Forgotten 'tis, wherev'r it lies buried;
No wound of heart or soul, it tries to heal;
Hatred from friends and foes, it serves to breed.
Money can't solve all problems that we meet,
Nor can it buy the handicapped lost feet.
poem by John Celes
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Life Decisions
Money dwindles while time flies by,
These two most precious things.
The ticking of the clock goes by,
A life with each it brings.
Time waits for no one,
Nor does money grow on trees.
The burning of the pocket flames,
From which your money flees.
Money makes the world go round,
So try to be on time.
Each second means a lot of dosh,
Being late can be a crime.
Time’s a real good healer,
Though money speeds things up.
You dry your eyes with banknotes,
And have tea in a golden cup.
Money makes life sunny while time lets you tan,
Although as great as they can be.
Spending them with loved-ones,
Will fill your heart with glee.
poem by Daniel Murphy
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Science and Art; Man and God
With time, the Man of Science
When he has eminence,
Obeys his conscience,
Knowing God’s omnipotence.
As he becomes quite old,
The Science that ruled his world
Has transformed into Art!
When time ’tis to depart.
His past is now a dream;
The years like weeks now seem;
Within himself, he smiles,
For having lapped Life’s miles!
When old-age sets no doubt,
If he had won his bout,
His sense of achievement,
Goads him to betterment.
And now, he has the time,
And in his mind the clime,
In Science, now Art so keen,
To seek the God unseen!
The Science he had nurtured,
Looks so much now fractured;
Perhaps, like modern-sex,
It has become complex!
And now in his old-age,
He feels no doubt a sage;
Within his old heart’s page,
Has battle’s much to wage.
The Modern Science, he knows,
Has been perhaps in those
Seers centuries ago
Who had lesser ego!
Vexed, he furthers his Art,
To which he gives his heart!
And sees the God he sought,
All through his life so oft!
poem by John Celes
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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
poem by John Celes
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Death Benefits
As death approaches it helps me appreciate life,
Since thought of dying makes daily problems fade.
Worries about all material things causing strife
Mean nothing in view of death’s daunting shade.
Death reminds me how precious is each day.
A rising sun engenders hope with its shine
Its movement means limited time to leave my say
To improve the world with my personal design
Death helps me focus on things that really count
Like the importance of love of family and friends,
And secondary significance of wealth in any amount,
Knowing that my body dies but, my soul never ends.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Sonnet: How to Study Best
A student’s duty’s learning prime, of course;
Enough of time must be ear-marked for this;
Studying must be by self-interest, not force;
All other things, he need not howev’r miss.
Whenev’r you learn, you put your heart and soul;
The two are synchronously done in life;
Distractions should not be your life’s main goal;
They can put persons off gear very rife.
Manage your precious time quite prudently;
Though time is fixed, all things must find a place;
Planning helps one study efficiently;
In everything one cannot be an ace!
Manage your time and let it not bug you;
And distribute it for all things you do.
poem by John Celes
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Food, Clothing, Money, Shelter, and...
Food, clothing, money and shelter
I have them all
Why is this heaviness in life
Why is it to be hauled?
Food, clothing, money and shelter
are all requirements of my body
While pursuing all these material necessities
I forgot to feed my soul.
An engine needs fuel to be propelled
Soul needs a goal
Without goal the life is empty
Goal makes the life whole.
No goal means no life
Worry and fear cloud the soul
To live life to the fullest
I need to have something in the morning
to wake up for.
poem by Anshul Gupta
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Surreal
On your own, when it all goes wrong, like you're in jail
Torn in two, threw the blame at you
Night met reveals
There is no guarantee, what crazy heart like me
Should I go curl up and die?
Surreal
Precious time is slipping away
Revealed
Don't go wishing your life away
Unreal
A fortune can spend it on anyway
A steal
Precious time is running away
One line folds and the next strikes gold
Finds me in jail
Try to run gotta buy me some free time and bail
There is no guarantee fool for a hangmans tree
Should I go curl up and die
Surreal
Precious time is slipping away
Revealed
Don't go wishing your life away
Unreal
A fortune can spend it on anyway
A steal
Precious time is running away
There is no guarantee, what crazy fool like me
Should I go curl up and die?
song performed by by Erasure
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Sonnet: Man Is Materialistic In Vain
In pomp and show, the modern world believes!
What glitter marks the functions that we see!
What wasteful lives are spent by Adams/ Eves!
And people speak such white lies blatantly.
And stocking wealth by any means is prime;
Benami transactions are also rife;
And hiding it in many ways past-time!
Accruing more wealth, man spends all his life.
But how much more can receiving hands hold?
If health of mind and body seems all lost;
There is no cure for recurrent chest-cold!
Into a sea of discontent, man’s tossed.
And not a nickel does he take with him;
Nor can he spend or enjoy with eyes dim.
poem by John Celes
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I Have Learned
Though in life I become distraught, to me, The Lord God has taught,
Through all of my years and days, that He works in miraculous ways,
When the times may appear bleak, as I find myself emotionally weak,
My tendency is to be concerned, ignoring all from Christ I've learned.
I learned to rest and be assured, through all things, in Christ my Lord,
Who holds me in His mighty hand, through times I do not understand,
Taking me through that darker time, not of my choice, but His design,
While using my life just as He wills, as a greater, purpose God fulfills.
Concerns to worry we can't afford, our focus must be upon The Lord,
Remembering the dark times past, all concerns to Him I need to cast,
Casting to my Savior my every care, as all concerns with God I share,
Or else undue concerns entangle us, this when we forget Christ Jesus.
Hard times, dark as they may be, are small steps, on towards eternity,
Steps, in which The Lord Jesus, is molding each and every one of us,
As God shapes us to be like Christ, through all current trials in our life,
Purifying us through our life's fires, to become what The Lord desires.
So when times get hard, I recall, Jesus Christ, is still the Lord over all,
As the same God, Who created me, during all times, helps me to see,
His hand is in every step I take, knowing that my Lord will not forsake,
My side, as God helps me to stand, firmly in times I don't understand.
(Copyright ©03/2012)
Settle Down My Boy
Settle down, an eat your peas and gravy, my boy
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Stop wasting all your time with running around the town
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Knuckle down and find a job and take some responsibility
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
The futures something you should be thinking about
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Look around for a wife to start a family, my boy
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Listen toy our father and hell tell you the same as me
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Your words would go in one ear and out the other side
Dont say my head was empty and I had things to hide
And you better put something away for your old age
So settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down uh huh huh
song performed by by Men At Work
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God Must Have Spent... (Groove Station To Station Mix)
Can this be true, tell me can this be real
How can I put into words what I feel
My life was complete, I thought I was whole
Why do I feel like I'm losing control
I never thought that love could feel like this
Then you changed my world with just one kiss
How can it be that right here with me
There's an angel, it's a miracle
Your love is like a river
Peaceful and deep
Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep
When I look into your eyes
I know that it's true
God must have spent a little more time on you
Oh a little more time, yes he did baby
In all of creation, all things great and small
You are the one that surpasses them all
More precious than and diamond or pearl
They broke the mold when you came in this world
And I'm trying hard to figure out
Just how I ever did without
The warmth of your smile, the heart of a child
That's deep inside and leaves me purified
Your love is like a river
Peaceful and deep
Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep
When I look into your eyes
I know that it's true
God must have spent a little more time on you
On you...
Yes he did baby
I never thought that love could feel like this
Then you changed my world with just one kiss
How can it be that right here with me
There's an angel, it's a miracle
Your love is like a river
Peaceful and deep
Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep
When I look into your eyes
I know that it's true
God must have spent a little more time on you
On you...
God must have spent a little more time on you
A little more time on you, oh
song performed by by N Sync
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Time Is Of The Essence
Dear friend, time is of the essence, for this world knows not when,
We’ll see the Glorious Presence, of The Lord and Savior of all men.
First there’ll be an assemblance, of all those who were Born Again.
And we’ll visit our remembrance, of saved family and saved friends.
Then every single man and nation, shall see the Glory of our Lord.
When all shall see the exaltation, of The One that they all ignored.
For Christ alone is our Salvation, for Jesus Christ is the only Door.
From the dawn of man’s creation, He’s the One men have adored.
Your length of time on this earth, comes without a sure guarantee,
From the very time of your birth, to that time you step into eternity.
Even in living life for all its worth, the end of it is the only certainty.
And this world has not the mirth, which you’ll see through eternity.
This life is so uncertain friend, for some it is short, others it’s long.
Even if you don’t see the end, you’re here today then you’re gone.
How in eternity will you spend, that time ahead that quite is long?
Is Jesus Christ an Eternal Friend, to fill your eternity with a song?
The end of time is sure to come, no matter what you’ve believed.
So don’t continue worthless fun, and enter into eternity deceived.
But today, call upon God’s Son, and in your heart, in Him believe,
And from Christ The Eternal One, an Eternal Life you will receive.
09/2005
I'm Sorry Mom
I’m sorry mom for the things I put you through
I’m sorry mom for not doing the things you wanted me to do
I’m sorry mom for leaving you so soon
I’m sorry mom for that call you got that afternoon
Leaving you was the last thought on mind
Just like so many I guess it was just my time
I thought about you the last minutes of my life
I thought about my son and I even thought about my wife
But momma I can imagine how this must be for you
Because I see you when you are alone
When nobody else do
I don’t want you to feel so much pain
There’s really no one to blame
Tell dad to stop grieving
I see his pain as well
I almost didn’t make it
Yall know the life I live
But I had a second chance
And the Lord heard my prayer
My life wasn’t taking instance
I had time to repent
I ask the lord to wash my sins
And show me a better way
He opens up new doors for me
And here is where I stay
So tell everyone who doubted me
I made it anyway
I’m sorry mom for leaving you, without saying goodbye
I’m sorry mom for hurting you, I still see you cry
I’m sorry mom, but be happy for I got my wings its true
Something no one thought Mousey will ever do,
So the next time I see you crying it’s my wing that will be holding you
I’m so sorry mom, and I will always, always love you.
poem by Zonda Davis
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Sonnet- The World Believes In Pomp And Show
The world believes in pomp and outward show;
Most things are done from business point of view;
All things are sold and purchased for some dough;
Human misdeeds have gone beyond review.
For everything, there is a strategy;
A lot is spent on merchandise-display;
A lot of things are done technically,
Involving waste of time, labor some way.
Enthralled are men by external appeal;
None cares about the future of his soul;
They want their bodies to mostly reveal;
Their ambition is just an earthly goal.
When will man come out of all this turmoil,
And trust in God much more than his own toil?
poem by John Celes
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Time
Time is money.
Time is a resource.
A valuable means to our end,
A wherewithal for studious students.
Time is students' valuable asset.
Time is scholars' handy treasure.
This jewel, judiciously used,
Signals a solid intent to succeed.
And undoudtedly unleashes success
Time squandered is never salvaged.
So make hay while the sun shines,
Stitch tattered clothes in time,
Apply every second aptly,
That is the track to triumph
Treat your time with respect
Allocate your time with purpose
Utilise every bit with passion
Be accountable for every second
That is the formula to fame
Time purposely spent,
Promotes achievement of goals,
Goads one towards success,
Ensures a happy ending,
That end eagerly being pursued.
Regard every second precious,
Budget your time carefully,
Use your time cautiously,
To pursue worthy ends diligently,
And be a witness to time's influence.
Appropriate time use, a vital input,
That determines students' output.
Well planned application of time,
Is without any atom of doubt,
A necessary condition to students' success.
Time is, indeed, money.
Thoughtfully treat it, thus.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Money Money Money
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Aint it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
Thats too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldnt have to work at all, Id fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
A man like that is hard to find but I cant get him off my mind
Aint it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldnt fancy me
Thats too bad
So I must leave, Ill have to go
To las vegas or monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Its a rich mans world
song performed by by ABBA
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Being Weaned Away
I remember those days when I was innocent.
I was still breast feeding at the time.
And believed even then,
This was the kind of life to enjoy!
The most difficult part about being innocent,
Is being weaned away from it.
The trappings of reality begin to soon enfold.
And obstacles are noticed for their durability.
When my personality began to be developed,
Demands on my luxurious time...
Helped create my moods with a chosen attitude.
Soon after,
I learned that expressing intelligence...
Can become problematic.
Others see this as a weapon they can use,
When doing and saying the most devious things possible.
As if to test one's awareness of their misdeeds...
And mental agility!
I remember those days when I was innocent.
I was still breast feeding at the time.
And believed even then,
This was the kind of life to enjoy!
The most difficult part about being innocent,
Is being weaned away from it.
The trappings of reality begin to soon enfold.
And obstacles are noticed for their durability.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet-Man And Science
Where is the modern world now heading to?
Our life is in the 'automatic' mode;
As per his fancies, things man tries to do;
Forgetting God, man follows any road.
Each one feels orphaned despite kith and kin;
To earn money is man's primary goal;
More wealth puts man into vices and sin,
That grows into a mountain from a mole.
Science questions creation of even God;
Yet, man can't control Nature in fury;
Man's thoughts are sometimes quixotic and odd;
The health of soul is one thing we bury.
But Science has limits; man is handicapped;
And God is there where knowledge can't be tapped.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Prudent Use of Time
People save time by traveling so fast;
Important is time in these modern days;
Never do they learn from mistakes of past;
Nor do they change their old unhealthy ways.
The time that’s saved is precious, so be it!
But people waste it in some wretched ways;
They do not change an improper habit,
Leading a lazy life in any case.
Stress and most diseases originate,
When work is done in a manner of haste;
Luxurious lifestyles too bring on a spate
The precious time that’s saved goes to sheer waste.
‘Time and tide wait for none’, ’tis truly said;
Time improperly spent lands one in bed.
poem by John Celes
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