Sonnet: On Comparison
Compare ’tween nearly equal personnel,
Who art almost alike in every way;
Compare you can’t a devil with angel
Or darkness with sunlight nor night with day!
Equate not ocean vast with small a sea;
The brine with sweet-smelling Rose essence;
How can a giant’s girth and property,
Ev’r match a dwarf and sense equal non-sense?
A Banyan-tree has mighty growth to make;
A shrub remains always a plant so small;
No one compares a puddle with a lake:
A pigmy horse with giraffe’s stature tall!
Two things of nearly similar proportions
Can be compared in akin situations.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-29-2000
poem by John Celes
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The Wonder of God’s Creation
Every cloud is differently shaped;
Every plume has its own beauty;
Every sand is of size unlike the next;
No two leaves are equally green.
Every grain is similar and yet, dissimilar;
Every creature is so ideally made;
Every man differs in many aspects;
Even cloned individuals aren’t alike.
Every river has a changing course;
Every color looks so beautiful;
Every seed is a miniature tree!
No two mountains are of equal height!
Every beast has brain appropriate;
Every being is well-proportioned;
Every man has talents different;
A potter, however skilled, can’t make two pots alike!
Yet, no one knows if two identical things truly exist;
Only the Maker knows such natural freaks;
God made each creature with unfathomed love;
And man was made the best of all!
There’s nothing yet, in man’s powers,
That equals God’s creations;
For, man is just a creature of God,
Though made with soul, in God’s image!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-18-2006
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: I’m A Bard-giant
You're just a dropp in the ocean, my friend;
You cannot be even a water-pool;
I am a river flowing without end,
with waters clear, and sweet and very cool.
You're just a boat, that can't venture to sea;
The wind is rough, thy stature small, you see;
I am a Bark, uniquely-built, mighty;
I ply the seas and oceans fearlessly.
You're a fire-fly, tiny, bright in the dark;
Your light can't guide the people walking past;
I'm a Light-house, tall that guides every bark;
I show the shore and safety very fast.
You are a dwarf, I am a Poet, see;
One's mind, heart, soul and God matter surely.
poem by John Celes
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Be1ieve
I look up at the sun, yellow streaks of light dancing - twirling with the red and orange beams
Golden and glorious high up in the sky, but to your beauty it does not compare
So I look higher where stars and supernovas clash into colours one's mind cannot even imagine
But still to your beauty it does not compare
This time I have to look down into the clear crystal waters of the Atlantic Ocean
Thousands of colours melting into one another - combined by corrals and creatures of the water
Again to your beauty it does not compare
Now I have no choice but to look deeper - deeper into the earth's secrets
In to the heart of our planet where every molecule meet its one and only match
Only to find the most extraordinary things
- Better than the sun and all its radians
- Better than the stars and the supernova
- Better than the colours in the ocean
- Even better than the tiny crystals of the ocean waters
- And yet I have found that to your beauty it just does not compare
So alas I turn to one side and look in the mirror - the beauty compares
You are beautiful - just believe ;)
poem by Renee Maritz
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Banyan Tree
Banyan tree, banyan tree
that century old banyan tree
standing grandeurly for us to see
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Cool breeze passing through
seeking blessings of banyan tree
branches shaking in approval
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Glassy green with majestic trunk
touching the earth, not breaking free
shelter home for different birds
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Yellowish streaks, some with reddish tinge
welcome every season with a glee
symbol of eternal life
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Shedding leaves, like tears falling
a grandfather lamenting on its knees
new plants cuddling around
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Lord Buddha became its buddy
meditation was the only key
peace you get underneath
that is why it is banyan tree.
Banyan tree, banyan tree
wish fullfilling, it is banyan tree
just pray here and let you see
Banyan tree, banyan tree.
A life giver and just for free
Banyan is my national pride
preserve these at any cost
don't commit a homicide?
God blessed us with banyan tree
heat absorbing banyan tree
has healing powers this banyan tree
banyan tree, banyan tree.
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Sonnet: Don’t Feel Sad
Our birthday-suit is same for everyone,
One shouldn’t copy the world in everything;
Each one is meant to live wedded or lone;
Does life to all alike, joys, sorrows bring?
Each one is different ever since one’s birth;
Ev’n twins with time will grow unlike each one;
Every tree that grows has not same girth;
One can’t afford to mimic else someone!
But this is how each one of us gets born,
And life will take us onto different paths;
Why blame the stars when heart of yours gets torn?
Each one should do properly his ‘Life-Maths’.
Nothing was lost, there’s much to do today!
There’s more to gain by hard-working some day!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-31-2000
poem by John Celes
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If 1 And 2 Were Equal
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have as many hearts as fists
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have confused shopping lists
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be less phone numbers to dial
If 1 and 2 were equal
noon would surely last a while
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be a nose under each eye
If 1 and 2 were equal
you couldn't say no to 'you and I? '
If 1 and 2 were equal
I think I'd be much more happy
'cause if 1 and 2 were equal
I would not be so lonely
poem by John W. McEwers
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Sonnet: The Potter Makes All Earthen Pots Alike
World’s mole-hill good is dwarfed by mountain bad!
The righteous few by countless evil hearts;
That God’s beside the upright makes us glad;
Do good all life, ignoring evil arts!
No instrument is evil by itself;
Its use by man decides its value true;
Man’s heart can be like angel or an elf;
The net result depends on what we do!
The man behind the machine decides use;
The mind behind an idea, abuse;
A gadget can better or worsen things;
Equal are paupers before God to kings!
The Potter makes all earthen pots alike:
The devils aid to earn divine dislike!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-15-2009
poem by John Celes
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Shining, As A Beacon In The Night
Not able am I to explicate-my heart, with emotion so vast:
Alas, your charms enrapture me, causing my fall, fast!
Await do I, a chance to catch even a breath of your voice-
I go wherest I am led by my heart, I haven't but a choice!
Naught shall be for me it's equal, nary shall there be, ever,
Ne'er shall another gather compare to thee-never!
As though a thousand trumpeteers lauded your arrival,
So too must I glorify you-the essence of my survival!
Our first rendezvous, but a prelude of that yet to come,
The power and glory of which is felt but a very few some!
A love as this, naught shall there be compare-
Tested by time-as if stopped, and we stare!
Resplendent: my love for thee, shining, as a beacon in the night,
Assuring you that you shall ne'er be beyond my sight!
Maurice Harris,12 October 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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The White Rose Tree
The red rose lay on the ground
Knocked from the tree by the small kids
It lay there, what becomes of it
Does it blow away and dissappear
Maybe a passing man will pick it up
No two things in life are the same
But I suppose there ending will always be alike
The small kids that climbed that tree
What becomes of them
Do they dissappear as well
Just like most people in this world
Do they just fade into the darkness
behind the curtains of life
Just another passing drone
Maybe there’s a bigger picture here
That I'm always missing
Maybe the rose has a purpose
The passing man who could of picked up the rose
He may of given it to the women he loved
Who now keeps it in in her diary
Reminding her of the day he first said I love you
The red rose still lies there
I see it with my own two eyes
The women standing over it finally picks it up
She smells it and walks away
I wonder who she is
Why was there a tear in her eye
and why a red rose lay under the white rose tree
poem by Niall Boland
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Set Your Heart On Sweet Truth
Set your heart on Sweet truth
Firm so your belief
For from meek soul rises incredible strength of huge hopes
So vast and strong
That the whole matter of universe shrinks again to a small
Fragment of its existence
From where it rose to such a supreme power
And this little speck that you hide unknowingly
Is lost somewhere in your timid heart
Where all the sweet truths and simple ways passive for the
Fear to be known
Oh the Beloveds of Master
Let Your Stature be tall
And let your eyes look up in the eyes of pride
For Your Stature has risen from Humble to Divine
For your sight Exhibits the radiance of belief
For with your small steps mobilises infinite strength
And when you believe in your being and soar
The Lord Himself Smiles Upon You...
poem by Lama Abbas
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A Pleasant Grove
Unto a pleasant grove or such like place,
Where here the curious cutting of a hedge:
There, by a pond, the trimming of the sedge:
Here the fine setting of well-shading trees:
The walks there mounting up by small degrees,
The gravel and the green so equal lie,
It, with the rest, draws on your ling'ring eye:
Here the sweet smells that do perfume the air,
Arising from the infinite repair
Of odoriferous buds and herbs of price,
(As if it were another Paradise)
So please the smelling sense, that you are fain
Where last you walk'd to turn and walk again.
There the small birds with their harmonious notes
Sing to a spring that smileth as she floats:
For in her face a many dimples show,
And often skips as it did dancing go:
Here further down an over-arched alley,
That from a hill goes winding in a valley,
You spy at end thereof a standing lake,
Where some ingenious artist strives to make
The water (brought in turning pipes of lead
Through birds of earth most lively fashioned)
To counterfeit and mock the sylvans all,
In singing well their own set madrigal.
This with no small delight retains your ear,
And makes you think none blest but who live there.
Then in another place the fruits that be
In gallant clusters decking each good tree,
Invite your hand to crop some from the stem,
And liking one, taste every sort of them:
Then to the arbours walk, then to the bowers,
Thence to the walks again, thence to the flowers,
Then to birds, and to the clear spring thence,
Now pleasing one, and then another sense.
Here one walks oft, and yet anew begin'th,
As if it were some hidden labyrinth;
So loath to part and so content to stay,
That when the gard'ner knocks for you away,
It grieves you so to leave the pleasures in it,
That you could wish that you had never seen it.
poem by William Browne
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Sonnet: All Men Are Equal before God
The things we find are of unequal size,
Amongst mountains, rivers, places and trees!
Two men have unequal virtues and vice;
So are the beasts, dew-drops, the wind and breeze.
The surface of the sea has wavelets, waves;
Two grains of sand ashore aren’t equal-sized;
Unequal are all men on land and caves;
A hierarchy appears that looks much lysed.
Despite great differences, there’s harmony!
All things are equal ’fore the eyes of God;
Though different hives make differently honey,
The souls of men appear alike to Lord.
One isn’t made like the other in this world;
Yet, we can all make it to God’s Abode!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Duty of Children
They slogged more than their frames could quite afford;
But lost their cool when aged and fear seized them;
With life thus spent, their future looked so bored;
Their will-pow’r gone, Life’s torn-cloth, they couldn’t hem!
The love they showed was equal and much more;
They loved their children but couldn’t keep them close;
Their children quarreled, turning their eye-sore!
The ‘shrub’ that grew had many thorns than rose!
The old couple had wept and cursed their fate;
No one was there to tend to them when aged;
So till the last, they cooked their food and ate;
Their happy home was sad: they were enraged!
This is what happens to some families;
So, children ought to maintain love and peace!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-9-2006
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: All Creatures are Equal ‘fore God’s Eyes
‘What mammoth frame, ivory tusks, I’ve got! ’
‘No forest-king or beast dare challenge me! ’
‘I lift tree-trunks and battles too I’ve fought! ’
‘I stand and sleep: eat grass, green leaves only.’
The Ant that heard the Elephant’s words said:
‘Tho’ small in size, I labor hard, day/night! ’
‘I eat the biggest beast and men who’re dead! ’
‘I disappear in small cracks out of sight! ’
Each one on earth has merits/demerits;
God made all beings with purpose innate;
One can’t compare the poets that have writ,
Nor can we harbor jealousy or hate.
God expects just some things for which we’re made;
A heart’s a heart: a spade always a spade.
9-13-2002
poem by John Celes
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She Matters Most, Your Wife
He was a Bee in a Rose-garden,
Seeking nectar from its flowers;
Unable to quench his thirst, one day,
He had soon forgotten that
She was a Rose in the same garden!
His wife- a flower so rare,
Beautiful beyond compare,
Ready to blossom some day,
To perfume his life some way.
To forgive is divine, err mundane;
To learn from other’s blunders- humane;
So, forget the past and start afresh,
For you aren’t too old today!
When the devil can get credit,
Why not your wife her bit?
’Tis better late than never
To make up with her some way!
For, se is a Rose in your own garden,
A flower so very, very rare,
Beautiful beyond compare,
Waiting to serve all through life,
She matters most, your Wife!
My first poem ever written that was readied
In May,1998, coinciding with India’s Pokhran II
Blasts and has remained unaltered till date
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Like Father, so Son
A father loves that son, who most obeys,
And maintains sense of values in his life,
And tends to parents when old, in last days,
With faith in God, unswerving, amidst strife.
A son loves father who is role-model,
And lives an exemplary life on earth,
Good-principled, undaunted, healthy, well,
And loves the son, whole-heartedly from birth.
With time, the son must equal father’s feats,
Surpassing him in fields where possible;
The father’s happy when son, glory meets,
And does great things which were impossible.
Like father, so will son then tend to be-
A truth the world will almost, always see.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-3-2008
poem by John Celes
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All fingers are not alike, If you cut bigger ones to make all equal it is communism, If you stretch smaller ones to make all equal it is socialism, If you do nothing to make all equal it is capitalism.
quote by B.J. Gupta
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Mother Giraffe’s Baby-Kiss!
This is your mother’s kiss, my child!
Don’t you worry: things will be fine;
Just eat and sleep and play awhile.
You’ve had your birth on lovely earth;
You’ll take your time to grow up tall;
Soon you’ll become a long-necked beast!
Wait till your legs get strength to stand;
Wait till your bones can make you walk;
Wait till your mouth reaches tree-leaves!
And when you’re tall as your mother,
And children look at you in awe,
You will feel truly, very great!
This is your mother’s kiss of love;
This is your mother’s kiss of pride;
For when you match her neck and stride,
You must bend low too, from above!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-9-2005
poem by John Celes
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Could I Compare You?
Could I compare you
to a single summer day
being kindly warm
and ever caring
shining with a own sweet serenity
in a tranquil cloudless deep blue sky
with the same feelings
that is transparent in your eyes
with a fresh breeze sweeping in
much alike your presence
and still it would vastly
not be equal to you
and your beauty that shines through.
poem by Gert Strydom
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God's Love Alone is Constant
The tallest statue's seen only from far;
The temple on a mountain appears small;
No use being a bigger star farther;
The human eyes want optimal-sized things.
A celebrity's status also wanes;
A leader cannot rule a nation long;
Trends, fashions, wishes, desires also change;
Nothing remains constant in life on earth.
The love within a family changes fast;
The needs of persons change with age and time;
You cannot hold a throng spell-bound for long;
There are limits for everything that's done.
Yet, divine love is one thing that doesn't wane;
God gives to all alike both sun and rain.
Just God is constant for eternity;
He is the only Master of all things!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 31-10-2012
poem by John Celes
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