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Sonnet: Nothing’s Reliable on Earth

The world is full of surprises and shocks;
The things we think will happen never could;
No house is safe though built by cement/rocks;
When gas gets empty, we return to wood.

The friend we thought was best becomes our foe!
An evil mind turns Good Samaritan;
Nothing happens as per schedule like woe!
All things are unpredictable like man.

The things on earth can dupe our eyes and ears;
Man’s knowledge is never enough at all;
Though wisdom comes to men who seek oe’r years;
Man’s sinfulness becomes a mighty wall.

Our senses aren’t very perfect at all;
Yet, we must never miss our Maker’s call.

poem by John Celes
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Things I Miss The Most

I don't mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights
I don't miss the funky attitudes
And I don't miss the fights
I lie on the couch 'til suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most:
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
I kinda like frying up
My sad cuisine
Getting in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine
Sometimes in the corner of my eye
I see that adorable ghost
And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The comfy Eames chair
The good copper pans
The '54 Strat
These are the things I miss the most
I had a little birdy friend
By morning she was gone
Birdie good-bye
Birdie bye bye
I'm learning how to meditate
So far so good
I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood
The days really don't last forever
But it's getting pretty damn close
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most

song performed by by Steely Dan
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Sonnet: A Prayer for Myself

Let me be poor like Thee Jesus, my Lord;
Let me be wise and keep on earth, my soul;
Let me live life, not on my own accord;
Let me then work for my Heavenly goal.

Let me not seek only pleasures and joys;
Let me labor till sweat falls to the soil;
Let me in sadness too, thank God- rejoice;
Let me the Tempter’s evil designs foil.

Let me be humble and patient to all;
Let me be kind and love my neighbor’s small;
Let me be honest, remain not a wall;
Let me not ever miss my Maker’s call.

Let me do things that my conscience suggests;
Let me not sin or fail my Maker’s tests!

poem by John Celes
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The role of intellect

Play instincts help one create things
Sexual instincts help one build things.
Aesthetic senses help one perfect things.
Slavery tendencies help one run things.
The world is not built by intellect
Which boasts it governs the world.
31.12.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Charge Of My Attitude

There aren’t many things I’m responsible for,
But I’m in charge of my attitude right to the core.
At times bad things happen and good things don’t,
But letting them make me unhappy; well I just won’t!

I look at the things that I do have like health and love
And I’m thankful that my gracious Maker from above
Gave me this chance to live, so how could I be so rude
As to damage this precious gift of life with a bad attitude.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls

When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,
I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then.
Then there was work in plenty, and I was a thriving man
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade, since the bustle making trade began.
I built bustles with a will then, I made bustles with a wit,
I made bustles as a Yankee hustles, simply for the love of it.
I built bustles with a skill then, surpassed, they say, by none,
But those were the days when bustles were the craze, and now those days are done.
I was a bustle maker once, girls, many many years ago,
I put my heart in the bustle maker's art and I don't mind saying so.
I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, I may have had the mind of a muff,
I may have been plain and deficient in the brain but I did know a bustle maker's stuff.
I built bustles for the slender, I built bustles for the stout,
I built bustles for the girls with muscles, and bustles for the girls without.
I built bustles by the thousands, in the good old days of yore,
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade and I don't build bustles any more.
Many were the models worn once; but mine were unique, tis said,
No rival design was so elegant as mine; I was a bustle maker bred.
I was a bustle maker born once, an artist through and through,
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade
And what can a bustle maker do?
I built bustles to enchant, girls, I built bustles to amaze,
I built bustles for the skirt that rustles, and bustles for the skirt that sways.
I built bustles for my aunt, girls, when other business fled,
But a bustle maker can't make bustles for his aunt when a bustle maker's aunt is dead.
I was a bustle maker once, girls, once in the days gone by,
I lost my heart to the bustle maker's art, and that I don't deny.
I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, as many men appear to suppose,
I may have been obtuse and of little other use
But I could make a bustle when I chose.
I built bustles for the bulging, I built bustles for the lithe,
I built bustles for the girls in Brussels and bustles for the girls in Hythe.
I built bustles for all Europe once, but I've been badly hit,
          Things have decayed in the bustle making trade
                    And that it the truth of it.

poem by Patrick Barrington
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Pray

Listen to my voice.
We are gathered here today
To speak of things we have to do,
And the friends we have to call,
From the middleground,
From the darkness.
Its been many years,
Many years,
Since we have faced a danger such as this.
There is nowhere left to hide.
No safety in old glories.
No sanctuary.
Ive seen the same nightmare in all our dreams,
But now its come to earth in search of us,
And through treachery, we are found.
So we must pray to the maker of all things,
And wait for the storm to come.
Maker
We are disciples to your desire.
Maker
We are the voices that sing your praises.
Maker
We are the rage that feeds your devotion.
Maker
Rise from the ground and be our salvation.

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Fond Farewell

The litebrite's now black and white
Cause you took apart a picture that wasn't right
Pitch burning on a shining sheet
The only maker that you'd want to meet
The dying man in a living room
Who's shadow paces the floor
Who'll take you out in the open door
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend
He said really I just wanna dance
Good and evil matched perfect it's a great romance
I can deal with some psychic pain
If it'll slow down my higher brain
Veins full of disappearing ink
Vomiting in the kitchen sink
Disconnecting from the missing link
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend
I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy
The cold comfort of the in between
A little less than a human being
A little less than a happy high
A little less than a suicide
The only things that you really tried
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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A Fond Farewell

the litebrite's now black and white
cause you took apart a picture that wasn't right
pitch burning on a shining sheet
the only maker that you want to meet
a dying man in a living room
who's shadow paces the floor
who'll take you out in the open door
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend
he said really i just wanna dance
good and evil matched perfect it's a great romance
i can deal with some physic pain
if it'll slow down my higher brain
veins full of disappearing ink
vomiting in the kitchen sink
disconnecting from the missing link
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend
i see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy
the cold comfort of the in between
a little less than a human being
a little less than a happy high
a little less than a suicide
the only things that you really tried
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XXXIV)

‘O men of wisdom, hear me speak!
O men of knowledge, watch me seek,
The truth for ourselves, what is right,
And learn what’s good with good fore-sight! ’

For, Job maintains, he’s innocent,
And God took all his due, decent;
What kind of man is Job, matters?
He drinks blasphemies like waters.

He lives in evil company,
And knows men wicked, so many!
Job says it profits man nothing,
When he does things to God, pleasing.

But God is far from wickedness;
He lives in only righteousness;
He corrects men with misconduct,
And reminds them of their product!

God cannot act so wickedly;
Justice is loved by Almighty;
Who gave him power over earth?
Who made all things and gave each, birth?

If God takes off man’s spirit back,
And breath divine, all men should lack,
Perish must all together fast,
And turn to dust of present / past!

Hear this, O Job, do it now please!
‘To condemn the Supreme One, Cease! ’
’Tis man who goes back to earth’s dust!
Could God of justice, be unjust?

Who tells a king, he is worthless?
Who tells nobles, they are ruthless?
God favors neither rich nor poor,
For all things were by His Hands, sure!

Each one of them in moments dies;
The powerful, he cuts to size;
His eyes on man’s ways, always stays;
He watches tenderly his days!

Hide evil can’t in darkness dense;
God doesn’t allow any nonsense;
The work of each one, God discerns;
At night, to crush him, He then turns!

He tells no man when comes Judgment;
He surprises with punishment;
The mighty get replaced instead,
Because they cared not for God-head.

And turned away from God-told ways,
And caused the poor, their cries, to raise;
God hears the pleas of afflicted;
The mighty get thus indicted.

When God stays calm, who can question?
If God hides face, who dare condemn?
If man repents, then God relents;
To man’s wishes, God never bends!

God need not punish, when man wants;
God need not care for his raves / rants;
God’s doings, man understands not;
To accept His verdicts, man ought!

The words of Job are without sense;
He speaks without intelligence;
He should not add to sin, non-sense;
Let him be tried to limits, hence.

poem by John Celes
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You Are Unto Dust

You are made from the dust of the earth,
And the Wailing-Wall will be there for you;
For you are unto dust and you shall return unto dust,
And this is just the journey of the spirit.

To the realm of the unknown and to the things we do for love,
And until death put us apart on this side of the planet;
For the flesh goes back to where it belongs to!
Yes, back to the earth.

Death is part of us and we need to learn from others,
For we have to be prepared as well;
For he flesh goes back to where it belongs to;
And out of the dust we were made.

The dust became flesh and today we are human beings,
And from the knowledge of the things to come;
But naked we came and naked we shall return.

Shed no tears on this love,
For death comes for all of us on this earth;
And we need to learn from the facts around us as well,
For it is better to be very righteous than to be buried with evil deeds.

Life is a long road full of sand and,
All that is acquired on this earth is vanity!
Yes, vanity upon vanity! !
For you and i are unto dust and,
Unto dust we shall return at the end of of all things.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When Judgement Comes

Bad things happen to bad people
and bad things happen to good people.
They say only the good die young
but in driven droves the bad die young
also except when the bad die young
usually nobody notices and or nobody cares.

When bad things happen to good people
usually friends neighbours relatives people
will willingly come flock to their aid
but for the hand mind which chose evil paid
reality check is alarm wake up call delayed
death judgement waits for every soul rewards...

are made paid
according to choices
choices greedy good
or evil before the spade
all are weighed measured
in judgement of soul lost saved?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Things That Dreams Are Made Of

Take time to see the wonders of the world
To see the things youve only ever heard of
Dream life the way you think it ought to be
See things you thought youd never ever see
Take a cruise to china
Or a train to spain
Go round the world
Again and again
Meet a girl on a boat
Meet a boy on a train
And fall in love
Without the pain
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Take a lift to the top of the empire state
Take a drive across the golden gate
March, march, march across red square
Do all the things youve ever dared
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Like fun and money and food and love
And things you never thought of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
New york, ice cream, tv, travel, good times
Norman wisdom, johnny, joey, dee dee, good times
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of

song performed by by Human League
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Human Error

There is always a mystery
behind every tragedy in this world.
Always questions are asked
and someone has to take the blame.
Human error they call it
that cost all those lives,
but not all things are human error.
Some things are unavoidable,
unexplainable and even unpredictable.
They just happen without warning
and no one can prevent it.
They will happen again
and possibly again.

8 April 2008

poem by David Harris
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Winds of Change Will Blow Some Day

Nothing will stay forev’r the same:
Sky, earth, land, sea, vale, mountain, air;
The honest souls, why should all blame?
Let things happen, why should we care?

The sky will change and come will rain;
The soil with seed will sprout again;
A plant will grow quite speedily;
A mighty tree will stand truly!

With roots so deep, good fruits to reap;
And branches stout and strong will peep; .
And it will live a hundred years,
And lauded be, much more than peers.

And give all shade, yet not be paid;
While birds build nest and gladly rest.
The world will say on its D-Day:
Oh, what a tree and go away!

Yeah, things are done by word of God
In heaven, earth by same one Lord;
The world today though unfair be,
Cannot stay so for long surely.

For, winds of change will blow some day,
And truth will have its final say;
And acknowledge will people all:
’Tis best to heed to Maker’s call.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-8-2001

poem by John Celes
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Things Happen For Their Reasons

Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.

Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.

Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.

Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.

Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.

And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.

Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.

Even while one ages,
With a life reminisced played on many stages...
Try their best to gracefully accept,
Things happen for their reasons.
And those experienced,
Eventually see this.

Things happen for their reasons.
And in the living of one's life...
A discovery reveals,
Those reasons with insight.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ears And The Eyes

so many things my ears have missed
if only the Almighty has set them for
more vibrations of excitements such as
those of rattling earth plates pulling
buildings and us off our feet

so many things my eyes cannot see
if only the Almighty has structured them
to see the realms, so many other worlds
we would know and be friends with

so many things the mind cannot fathom
if only the Almighty could raise it out
of the mundane to concentrate on the
essence of his creations, and to string
their relationships one by one into
a necklace we could all wear how
perfect a world we could all be in

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Home For Love

Because the earth is vast and dark
And wet and cold;
Because man's heart wants warmth and light
Lest it grow old;

Therefore the house was built--wall, roof
And brick and beam,
By a lost hand following the lost
Delight of a dream,

And room and stair show how that hand
Groped in eager doubt,
With needless weight of teasing timber
Matching his thought--

Such fond superfluousness of strength
In wall and wood
As his half-wise, half-fearful eye
Deemed only good.

His brain he built into the house,
Laboured his bones;
He burnt his heart into the brick
And red hearth-stones.

It is his blood that makes the house
Still warm, safe, bright,
Honest as aim and eye and hand,
As clean, as light.

Because the earth is vast and dark
The house was built--
Now with another heart and fire
To be fulfilled.

poem by John Freeman
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Clueless

I really don't have clue
All things I do and bad things
I do and keep it a secret can come out at any moment
The guilt built on inside hurt
Clueless
About life and things
Whatever throw and come my way
I let it make me fall down and break into pieces
I get blame for not listening and
Doing the right thing
Clueless
About what I really want to happen and see come true
I need to let my heart decision
I need keep my ears open and
Watch out for people and things
Time and years flying by so fast
I can't be
Cluelesss
Anymore and not let anyone/anything bring me down
Clueless

poem by Christina Phan
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The Good Things

Demo version, from mayor of simpleton single.
Released in 1989.
Four-track recording.
Though your heart desires the things that money can buy
Emptiness lies through the glass, I shield your eyes
Theres nothing out there for you, my dear
Theres nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things
I know your head is full of big ideas
You aint missing anything, have no fear
I have touched the grass so green on the other side
It will grieve you and deceive you with disguise
Theres nothing out there for you, my dear
Theres nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things
I know you pine for things you see in magazines
That world brings heartache, now its not real, believe me
Remember all of those good things
You know you cant buy all those good things

song performed by by Xtc
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I'm Twisted and Evil

I'm twisted its true,
and its all because of you.
All the hateful things you said,
and what you've put me through.
I'm evil indeed,
and its all because of me.
The things I put before my eyes,
and the books I like to read.
Twisted and evil,
and up to no damn good.
I want so bad just to be loved,
why aint that understood.
Take out my pain on some one else,
is the only thing I know.
These twisted evil ways of mine,
are all Ive got to show.
I'm twisted and evil,
through my flesh down to the bone.
And I do twisted evil things,
just thought you'd like to know.

poem by Ken Bennight
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