Sonnet: O Thank the Lord
God has punished us, not enough as yet;
Contrarily, He has been very kind;
To His Mercy, we are always in debt;
Disgruntled yet remain earthlings, we find.
Has He not spared us from strange diseases,
Those kill or make our earthly life worthless?
He has not broken our clay to pieces!
Yet, man remains in utter selfishness.
Has He not helped us in times of distress,
When foolish were our aims/ achieving means?
Has He not relieved our mind’s/ body’s stress,
And introduced in our life happy scenes?
We are so lucky and must be grateful;
God loves us so much- let us be thankful.
6-3-2001
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- Mind Is Prime
Let Mind not wander in a dreamy way,
And lose control over its sense-organs;
Sound mind will always have the final say;
The lazy one can make a man a dunce.
Important is the Psyche of earthlings,
Most diseases are psychosomatic;
And Psychedelics are mood changing things,
A mind thats ill can make the body sick.
To train the mind is what we ought to do;
The Lunatic is unsound of his mind;
Emotions are a facet of mind too,
His mind's control, the Yogi tries to find.
Happy's the man with mind and body sound;
His soul and spirit, heavenwards gets bound.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Healthy Living
Man, blame thyself for all new maladies,
Afflicting us and newer ones that come;
Just learn to work from Ants and honey-bees;
A healthy life of body, mind welcome.
Diseases most stem from our laziness;
The excess speed of work can cause some more;
Luxury is not same as happiness;
Man’s venturous heart and lifestyles make the core.
The environs polluted is one cause;
Stress, accidents, cancer, old age can kill;
The cure evades and man is at a loss;
The mind’s ‘milieu’, body and soul are ill.
Reset your life and try to be healthy;
Good body, mind and God make one wealthy!
poem by John Celes
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Life is Too Precious to Lose
Our life on earth is most precious –
A gift of God to all earthlings;
A token of God’s love for us –
And man must live akin to kings!
The life-giver alone has right
To take away the life from us;
Will anyone with good eye-sight
Destroy it on some lame excuse?
The God of life, the living God
Loves each of us with love equal;
He’s kind and gives a just, fair rod,
And made hell for hearts of evil.
While doctors try to save man’s life,
Some try to take away one’s own,
On flimsy reasons with a knife/
By ingesting drugs called poisons.
Some try to hang oneself to death;
They feel that life has turned worthless;
They find, ‘all is not well on earth, ’
And try to end their life priceless!
What foolish act is suicide
Or attempting to take one’s life!
In haste most try to thus decide –
’Midst youngsters, this is turning rife!
And ragging is a cause sometimes
A fresher uses to end life;
And loneliness, old-age at times,
Excess suffering and undue strife!
Whatever be the cause behind,
The act is done in hurried way;
Some plan it very well in mind,
And even choose the hour and day!
To cut the thread of earthly life –
Just fools and weak-willed persons do;
Some cannot face penury, strife,
Life’s challenges, just trifles too!
And some escape from their rash act,
And thank the stars for sparing life;
And vow never to fast react
Again in life, despite much strife.
No doubt, our earthly life has woes;
And some may not manage their grief;
To some, life’s song too sadly goes;
Some end their life for pain’s relief!
Some try to immolate and die;
Some live disfigured, looking weird;
Some escape although death was nigh,
And live by Bible’s every word!
’Tis sad to hear of one’s demise;
The family is shattered fast;
Suicide is a thing unwise,
That puts someone into the past!
The Creator can’t bear to see
Life gone away prematurely;
Even the stars might cry freely
When man attempts to die early!
Our earthly life is quite worthy,
Despite all strife that comes, may be;
The caring God will help surely
To live, a wholesome life truly!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 02-17-2009
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Our Extra-time Is To Atone
God has been kind; Unchanged my heart remains!
Perhaps, He has not punished me enough;
In vain, I search for earthly lucre, gains;
Maybe, I’ll learn when going gets quite rough.
Despite our falls, foolish we tend to be,
Slipping on polished floors, even when young;
Let’s blame ourselves for walking carelessly,
With high-heeled shoes on plantain-peels, cow dung.
When old we get, our bones do get fragile;
And joints get stiffened; yet, we think we’re wise;
Remember then, can we hardly walk a mile?
Let’s make our minds pure and try to be nice.
God gives us time to atone for sins past;
An old net gets no fish howev’r well cast.
8-1-2001
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet-Time is Most Precious
The time given by god is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/ hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures; make your life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Time Is Most Precious
The time given by God is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures: make your life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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Since I Lost You
It seems in a moment, your whole world can shatter
Like morning dreams they just disappear
Like dust in your hand falling to the floor
How can life ever be the same
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since youve been gone
Its all too easy to take so much for granted
Oh but its so hard to find the words to say
Like a castle in the sand the water takes away
But how can life ever be the same
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since Ive lost you
Oh now youll never see
Oh youll never know
All the things I planned for you
Things for you and me
Held your hand so tightly
That I couldnt let it go
Now how can life ever be the same
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since youve been gone
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since Ive lost you
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since youve been gone
song performed by by Genesis
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Sonnet: Glory
Man tries his level-best to gain glory,
In short a time and by all covert means;
His life gets spent with mind in this worry,
Knowing not that they are but earthly scenes!
One’s glory got by climbing high a peak,
Will stay forev’r if done by hardest way;
But glory o’er-night, others try to seek,
That plummets down to earth during the day!
All earthly glory vanishes with time;
Some may remain for centuries to come;
The wisest man will make his life sublime,
By keeping eyes fixed on heaven- God’s home!
The glory got by man’s efforts lasts not;
Each word from mouth of God decides one’s lot!
poem by John Celes (26 December 2006)
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Thanksgiving
Time to put our problems aside and get along for
Thanksgiving
With family, friends, and relatives
We all have something to be thankful for
I'm thankful for my family, friends, and God
Without them I won't be here today
I feel so lucky and grateful for what I have
Some of us are less fortunate and don't get to celebrate
Thanksgiving
It time to give back
You will feel great about yourself
It make you think about life
Some of us don't care about this holiday and we should stop and think and care
That we all are so forunate and grateful for what we have
Some of our tradition we do are watch football, family dinner or party
Thanksgiving
It time when we all get together, laugh, eat, smile, and have a great time
Thanksgiving
Gobble, gobble
I wish you all Happy
Thanksgiving
I hope you all have wonderful time because I'm going to have fun, and be thankful for what I got now
Thanksgiving
poem by Christina Phan
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Your Belief Makes It So
If you say ' I can heal' lets say
you will—your body will then obey.
For it is all about a state of mind—
it has to be sane I sincerley do find.
Your mind has to be emotionally stable
then you can affirm for which you are able.
I was lucky I got out of a funk
I am grateful I can say that much.
For oils of Dr. Gregory helped me get on track
get my mind stable and nervous system back.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Sonnet: The Book of Life
I clasped the Book of Life onto my chest!
O God, I pray to never give it up;
And as I read I know it is the best,
As God empties my Life’s most bitter-cup.
O God, Let wisdom me emancipate;
Let foolish desires not fill my mind;
O protect me from crimes, men perpetrate;
My peace of mind in Thee alone, I find.
Let fortitude afill my mind and heart,
Through which alone comes wisdom that I seek;
Let follow prudence/ temperance/ thinking-art;
A mind and heart that remains humble/ meek.
The Bible gives me all my wisdom God,
To live a virtuous life, spared from Thy rod!
poem by John Celes
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Stop Aborting Hereafter; Avoid the Wrath of God!
How dare you kill a lovely baby hale?
How ruthless can your heart become at times!
How foolish calling babies ‘unwanted'!
How sad you murder cold-blooded your own!
Each child is life uniquely made by God;
Each child is God's love, mercy in flesh-form;
Each child is precious to the Maker's eyes;
Each child is gift divine and heaven's bliss!
Abortion is foul murder every time;
Abortion can't become health-care at all;
Abortion turns the sacred womb, a tomb!
Abortion leaves an anguished heart and mind!
Avoid the mortal sin of abortion;
The act displeases God - Giver of Life!
The unborn child's blood pleads God for revenge;
How can a God most fair remain silent?
How can you kill your own offspring in life?
How can you stay happy on earth by crime?
How can you blunt your conscience that's right?
Must you abort and think it bestows joy?
poem by John Celes
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Thankful
You know my soul
You know everything about me theres to know
You know my heart
How to make me stop & how to make me go
You should know I love everything
About you dont you know
That Im thankful
For the blessing
And the lessons that Ive learned w/you
By my side
That Im thankful so thankful for the love
That you keep bringing in my life
In my life
Thankful so thankful
You know my thoughts
Before I open up my mouth & try to speak
You know my dreams
Must be listening when Im talking in my sleep
I hope you know
I love having you around me dont you know
That Im thankful for the blessing
And the lessons that Ive learned w/you
By my side
That Im thankful so thankful for the love
That you keep bringing in my life in my life
Dont you know that Im thankful for the moment
When Im down you always know how to make me smile
Thankful for the moments & the joy that your bringing to my life
For the lessons that Ive learned
For the trouble Ive known
For the heartache & pain
That youve thrown my way
When I didnt think I could go on
But you made me feel strong
With you I am never alone
Thankful so thankful
Thankful for the blessing
And the lessons that Ive learned w/you
By my side
That Im thankful so thankful for the love
That you keep bringing in my life in my life
Thankful so thankful
When Im down you always know how to make me smile
Thankful for the joys that your bringing to my life
Thankful so thankful
song performed by by Kelly Clarkson
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Sonnet: Death Will Come
God breathed life into dust to make each man,
And gave him soul to realize His love;
And made each, uniquely, both man, woman:
And keep soul sin-free, and one’s love to prove.
All earthlings must perish some day on earth,
And leave behind all earthly things, we got;
A great blessing indeed is every birth;
There is no thing we call as our sheer lot!
Are we prepared to embrace death that day?
It comes thief-like to cut the thread of life;
How many can to death then bravely say,
‘I’m ready for your cruel, ruthless knife! ’
All earthlings die to turn again to clay,
Releasing soul for God’s Last Judgment Day!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-11-2008
poem by John Celes
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You Are My Lucky Star
You are my lucky star
In life you've helped me get really far
You were always there when I needed you
And I hope I was always there for you too
You are my lucky star
I know God sent you here for me from afar
You had a way of making me happy when I was sad
And if I did something wrong, you wouldn't be mad
You are my lucky star
My best friend is also what you are
You helped me realize what I'm living for
But now you're gone & each day I'm missing you more
poem by Aashka Thakkar
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You are my lucky star
you are my lucky star
in life you've helped me get really far
you are always there when i need you
an i hope im there for you too
you are my lucky star
sent from afar
you have a way of making me happy when i am sad
and if i did something wrong, you wouldnt be mad
you are my lucky star
my best friend is also what you are
you've helped me realize what im living for
but you are there, and each passing day im missing you more and more
poem by Kendyll Brown
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Sonnet-Friendship Needn't Long Last
My friend ain't dead but dead is my friendship;
My friend ain’t friend yet, he is not my foe;
The tempest came, with out at sea my ship;
I should not blame him for my daily woe.
When selfishness has swept like forest-fire;
When pride remains like burning embers left;
When ego's mist has blinded his desire;
And years of friendship have been lost like theft!
There is no need to lament, brood or muse,
For life has shown that men of clay decay;
Our earthly life's mishaps shouldn't us confuse;
Tho' difficult, we must call it a day.
Friendship with men is not infallible;
Forgive seventy-seven times, says Bible.
poem by John Celes
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Be Thankful
Whatever you believe,
In your life that is missed.
Whatever it is,
You wished you had
But does not exist.
Be grateful even for that!
Let your faith remain in tact!
And be thankful.
Feel blessed.
Don't compare yourself with the rest.
Accept that God knows best.
And for you,
As long as you keep your faith in Him true...
He will do for you what He alone does.
He'll come through.
God delivers!
He is the best 'stimulus' you can get!
Know it.
Be thankful.
And insist...
With consistent obedience,
You are deserving.
And be thankful,
For the gifts God gives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some…
Some have the mind but means, they cannot find;
Some have the heart but cannot make a start;
Some have the thought but in a maze, they’re caught;
Some have the will but body seems quite ill!
Some wish to help but cannot find the sums;
Some wish to share but never have excess;
Some wish to love but cannot find one now;
Some wish to fight but cannot garner might!
Some want to build but cannot find resource;
Some want to dream but things remain the same;
Some want to win but comes in way their sin;
Some want to pray but God has His own way!
God gives us talents to nurture and use;
God ladens trees with excess fruits for all;
God blesses those who war for righteous cause;
God loves the soul that loves others like God!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-9-2008
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Little Harry (A Cautionary Tale)
Little Harry grew up to be a businessman,
one of those that make a profit in any way they can
and from the days of his youth
he was wheeling and dealing without a regard for truth.
At times he laughed with a sudden kind of glee
about other people's infirmity,
their trust and weakness of the mind
that helped him to play on them havoc of a certain kind.
Every afternoon at the close of day
he took his earnings, his shady profits away
and he would go out to dance
to find a girl with whom to romance
until the early morning light,
but at a time he became known as a predator of the night
as in relationships he treated girls just the same
as his customers and to him love, was just another game
and so it came to be with time passing on
that all the sweet girls, all his companions were gone
and with money he had to pay for love and attention
for the kind of women that sincere men do not mention.
Loneliness was something that he could not face
and life went on at its same old pace
but suddenly a solution came to him
to buy a Russian bride, someone beautiful, full of grace and trim,
to marry her and like a princess
he would treat her and his life would be without distress
while at his whims she would act,
almost like a slave without being able to go back
and off to Moscow he went
with one task hell-bent
and there he did pick and choose a lovely woman,
who would be desired by every other man.
Together homewards they travelled
but from the start their relationship shrivelled,
while he introduced her to every other Harry and his mate,
with her dined out and went to the movies until late,
for at times he treated her as just another bought thing,
and if his wishes were not met, his words did sting
and on his wedding day,
she left him; to a new true lover she went away.
poem by Gert Strydom
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