Sonnet: None Can Cheat the Lord
Despite all care with which we do the crime,
And try avoiding detection on earth,
Despite destroying evidence that’s prime,
We leave behind some prints that are quite worth!
Foot-prints or fingerprints, we may not leave!
Some insects too can give away the crime;
Your DNA can’t help you to deceive;
Present in hair or blood-cells or in slime.
If man can be a forensic expert,
Who can then dupe the omnipotent God?
He knows our every thought and acts by heart;
No one dare check the Creator and Lord.
Yet, man thinks that he can do foolproof things!
He cannot fly birdlike with real wings,
6-9-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Machines Have Come… But…
Machines have come…
To peer and pry;
To watch whatev'r you do;
To hear whatev'r you say;
To see and spy.
But, you can dupe them all!
Machines have come…
To know all your secrets;
To follow all your moves;
To help you run your shows;
To guard your homes and doors!
But, you can dupe them all!
Machines have come…
To catch you on wrong foot;
To check your wealth, accounts;
To detect where you hide;
To note with whom you talk.
But, you can dupe them all!
Yet, God is more than all the best machines!
The timeless one living supernatural Being;
The Omnipotent who does all things eternally;
He made all things with perfection,
And does not wish to cheat!
And none dare ev'r dupe Him!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-08-12
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Sonnet: God Can’t Be Duped
Although I laugh within my heart, I cry;
Although I smile within myself, I’m sad;
Although I sin, avoiding it I try;
Although I’m sound, sometimes I feel, I’m mad.
Some actors make expressions of all kind;
Some wear a mask to dupe the beholder;
The face for all is mirror of the mind,
Becoming wrinkled, mask-like when older.
How long can you thus cheat the world this way?
Experienced men discern the false from true;
Such tricks cannot protect you every day;
There are so many ways to get a cue!
Yet, none can dupe the Maker of your heart!
He knows too well, all creatures and their art.
8-30-2002
poem by John Celes
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There is - you know, there's receipts for rented cars and license plates and guns and hand prints and palm prints and fingerprints. You know, I want to wait until I'm in a court.
quote by Patty Hearst
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Foot Prints
Foot Prints
a man and a woman
shoulder to shoulder
hand in hand
walk on the winter beach
his foot prints being left behind him
her foot prints following her
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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Absolute proof.
Absolute proof
Blood, sweat and tears don’t disappear
But always leave some trace behind.
Forensic science makes it clear
there’s always something we can find
A fibre here or just a hair.
A finger print that you have missed.
All tend to prove that you were there.
The smallest clue can still persist.
You’re sure; you’ll get away Scott free
The evidence says otherwise.
It will prove quite definitely.
Your alibi’s a pack of lies.
The final proof your DNA.
Will prove to you crime does not pay.
Wednesday,22 September 2010
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seeing foot-prints on snow
a teenager turned towards God
becoming a saint
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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
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Sonnet: Earthly Judgements are Fallible
Let no Man judge a man for any crime;
Let none sentence him to great punishment;
For land to land, there is a changing clime;
Laws vary under the same firmament.
Accused is not always, guilty of charge;
Many a time, you can't prove innocence;
Many a criminal is always at large;
Sometimes, the law appears to be nonsense.
And these are days of high-tech cyber-crime;
Some heinous crimes occur in lock-ups too;
The crime when done, reforming man is prime;
'Tis natural for cows to only 'moo'.
Forgive the offender and win his heart;
To love your enemy worst, is an art.
poem by John Celes
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These Things Take Time
My eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wunderkind
You took me behind a dis-used railway line
And said "i know a place where we can go
Where we are not known"
And you gave me something that i won't forget too soon
But i can't believe you'd ever care
And this is why you will never care
These things take time
I know that i'm
The most inept
That ever stepped
I'm spellbound, but a woman divides
And the hills are alive with celibate cries
But you know where you came from, you know where
You're going and you know where you belong
You said i was ill, and you were not wrong
But i can't believe you'd ever care
And this is why you will never care
These things take time
I know that i'm
The most inept
That ever stepped
Oh, the alcoholic afternoons
When we sat in your room
They meant more to me
Than any, than any living thing on earth
They had more worth
Than any living thing on earth
On earth, on earth, oh ...
Vivid and in your prime
You will leave me behind
You will leave me behind
song performed by by Smiths
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Simply You're My Heart!
I've asked you my beloved,
Do not desert my love
Your love is already melted with my blood cells!
So how can you leave!
And you know that your existence in my life is the secret,
Thats why I still survive,
Don't you know! That your love is running throughout my venis,
Before my blood cells!
So if you'll ever leave me,
The life will desert me too,
How can you leave me!
Your love is my blood and with it my soul revives,
You're the one who,
Knocked on my heart doors,
And became your home,
How can you leave your home!
If you ever leave my heart,
You'll destroy it to millions of pieces
Simply my heart became you, and you became my heart.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Memories and Marks
Foot prints in the sand
Tell their story
Side by side they stood
Right at sunset
As the sun was shining it's last rays
As the silver moon overtook
They kissed
Everything was perfect
Love was everywhere
Happy as could be
They walked
Leaving behind foot prints
A tangible mark
Eventually washed away
By waves of blue
But the memory remains
poem by Autumn Winds
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Sonnet-All Things Happen Through God
Yeah, Man can't solve all problems in his life,
And only when he can't, he thinks of God;
No man on earth needs God if not for strife;
Man thinks he can do things all, tho’ he's clod.
The devils lie that sin gives joy all life;
And men become a victim of false hope;
Man ventures forth in sinful ways so rife,
And God gives woes to check him- he can't cope!
And when his sins affect his body, mind;
The fear of death, disease, suff'rings loom high;
Man thinks of God again; So, Peace he'll find;
His soul is cleansed and no more like pig-sty.
God gives more grace to souls in contrition;
Man does more good as acts of attrition.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Nukes are Satanic Evils
The nuclear arms produce great loss of life,
Destroying structures miles across, tho’ strong!
And leave behind human misery and strife,
That make generations sing woeful song.
Cities can turn incinerators soon!
Diseases kill the future populace;
The soil’s unsafe; who wants the sun or moon?
No one can heal the wounds or even dress.
A button’s press can bring the destruction!
And insane leaders threaten with their nukes;
The ill-effects can affect earth’s function;
Nukes are Satan’s ideas, born like flukes!
Who would destroy the planet made for man?
Yet, earth will go on as per divine plan!
6-10-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Sonnet: God is Great
Denies me God, some things that I did ask;
He gives me many more, I don’t deserve;
He knows my heart despite my facial mask;
He helps me timely and Him only serve.
Perhaps I ask for things not important;
My earthly eyes cannot discern His ways;
On Life’s fabric, His love acts like mordant;
“Just ask and it will be given, ” He says.
God fully knows what things are best for me;
He knows the ideal time and routes to give;
He sees my heart and soul primarily;
He guides my earthly decisions to live.
So, God is great in everything He charts;
No devils dare raise doubts in human hearts!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-12-2005
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Sonnet: Man’s Work Should be blessed by God
Most things we do remain ineffective;
Our human minds are not infallible;
But if it turns to be God’s directive,
Our planning seems to be infallible.
Man falters in most things he tends to do,
Right from the stage of idea onwards;
His foresight fails; new problems emerge too;
The execution fails to move forwards.
Thus, man per se is bad in doing things;
When blessed by God, he tends to do better;
God’s grace is needed every time he sings;
The Scriptures will come true to the letter.
Each creature does what Creator expects;
Man’s freedom of thought/ action God respects.
5- 27-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Sturdy hip, a binding grip
I marvel at your foot prints
That you make in wet soil
When you walk across, the heel
Being more hollow by the heaviness
Of your hip and the flatness of the belly.
29.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: Man is Discontent
I am much better than my good father,
But I am yet to inculcate his good;
I am much better than my good mother,
But I am yet to taste her dainty food.
I am much better than many others,
Yet, I am grateful to my Creator;
I am much better than sisters, brothers;
Am I thankful to God for that matter?
I am much better than my poor brethren;
Discontented’s my cry much of the time!
I am much better than orphaned children;
Do I take care to turn my life sublime?
I am much better than most downtrodden,
Yet, my heart to God at times does harden.
5-19-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Sonnet: Soul-wise Advice
Cut off the thought, O man, if bad for thee!
Thine soul is more important than body;
Cut off the branches, vicious trunk wholly;
How long can sin give joy just like toddy?
Cut of the sinful habits haunting thee;
They devastate thine life on earth and soul;
Cut off their roots and all of them fully;
They sprout to cause havoc just like the ‘mole’.
Avoid the environs that promote sin;
Indulge in holy thoughts and do good deeds;
Empty thy heart and soul’s sinful bin;
And raise good crops for sowing virtue’s seeds.
Renounce the devils or you land in Hell;
Trust in the Lord and all things will be well.
5-25-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Sonnet: Reciprocal Love
’Tis our turn to play Good Samaritan;
We’ll see how best we can return your love;
You’d showed us all, you are so puritan;
The respect you had got ’midst us, we’ll prove.
You did your level-best in just one year!
You wished to do much more but weren’t allowed;
And though an expert in the human ear,
For good things done, may you be more hallowed.
We were so glad to work in your deanship;
We pray the Lord must give you ‘extension’;
We did our best and worked in good friendship;
You gave us back dignity sans tension.
We pray the transport Boss will be quite kind,
Allowing you to leave us more streamlined.
7-17-2001 by Dr John Celes
Dedicated to our beloved former dean
Dr.Ramalingam M.S.(E.N.T.)
IRT PMCRC&PMCH Perundurai
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In The Night
Zazou, what youre gonna do?
Theres a lot of people coming for you
Zazou, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night
That zazou, he dont care
Dark glasses, long hair
Takes his time, sneers at men
Some ugly people want revenge
Zazou, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night (in the night)
In the night (in the night)
That zazou, he sleeps all day
Then down to select or le collisee
Sips his drinks, orders more
Says what he thinks and its a crazy war
Zazou, what youre gonna do?
A knock on the door in the night
(in the night in the night ...)
Zazou, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night (the night the night)
And when the soldiers strut, all he cares about
Is love
When the flags are out, all he cares about
Is love
Well, theres a thin line between love and crime
And in this situation
A thin line between love and crime and -
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In the night
(in the night in the night in the night in the night ...)
(crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime
Crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime
Crime crime crime crime ...)
In the night (in the night in the night)
In the night (in the night in the night)
Zazou, what youre gonna do?
Theres a lot of people coming for you
Zazou, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night
Now everybodys under somebodys spell
Unless theyve already gone to hell
In the streets you can hear the people say
That, zazou, he should be locked away!
When the soldiers strut, all he cares about
Is love
Oh, when the flags are out, all he cares about
Is love
And theres a thin line between love and crime
And in this situation
A thin line between love and crime and
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song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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