Sonnet: On The Prudent Use of Earth’s Resources
When mountains’ cut and granite stones are made,
And Iron’s got from ore deep down the Earth,
And wood is sawed from trees of Everglade:
Thus, skyscrapers in cities get their birth!
The Earth’s resources are so abundant;
It lasts as long as God wants it to last;
So, gold is turned into rings and pendant;
In doing this, man appears to be fast.
Prudence is needed in whatev’r man does;
The Earth’s resources could get depleted;
Improper ways of man could make things worse;
Man’s plans to progress get self-defeated.
Let man take care when resources are scarce;
When coffer’s empty, why then cry out hoarse?
6-26-2002 byDr John Celes
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Rethink in progress for M 'lady Mamta
Rethink in progress.
The empty skies are echoing. There are no song birds left to sing.
There are no trees there is no grass. What was foretold has come to pass.
The world is dead and desolate. Mankind did not appreciate
the need for conservation. He practiced exploitation.
Although resources were finite. Mankind thought they had the right
to freely use all they could find and paid the future little mind.
Some realised but far too late what was to be their future fate
When all resources had been used but sadly most point blank refused.
To change their foolish wasteful ways, Thought new resources would replace.
What they consumed without a care and stripped the earth completely bare.
The race of man has now died out.The earth is better off without.
The race of greedy parasites who could not curb their appetites.
A self inflicted genocide: Mankind committed suicide.
The earth lies fallow now to rest because Gaia thinks it’s best
But in due course she’ll try again. With a new race to replace men.
We were a bold experiment which did not work as it was meant.
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Earth Day,2008
Save planet earth;
Save earth from man;
Save all species,
Including man!
Man spills the oil
Upon the seas,
And kills the fish,
Birds, ruthlessly!
Man steals the shelf
Of coral reef,
And ruins grounds
Where fishes breed.
Man flattens hills,
Breaks mountains whole,
For granite stones:
So climes vary.
Man warms the earth
In many ways,
And makes the hole
In ozone sky.
Man shifts the weight
On earth’s surface,
By sky-scrapers:
And born are quakes
Man deforests
For farming lands;
Wild beasts come out
To eat his crops.
Man poaches beasts
For skin and bones,
And builds reserves
To save species.
Man sinks bore-wells
For raising crops,
And drought occurs
As trees are cut.
Man pollutes air
And water, soil;
Diseases come
New, unheard of.
Man makes genes too,
And clones some beasts;
But can’t breathe life
To things he makes.
Man kills his own
Through abortions,
And brags he does
For Eugenics.
Man wastes money
And resources,
While people starve
To death, in crowds.
Man spoils Nature
In many ways,
But takes not blame
For blunders made.
Man does most things
In stupid ways,
Quite hazardous
To human race.
Man acts like God
In every field
But cannot ape
The Maker’s feat.
Man boasts with pride
The things he makes;
Not one seems good
Like how God made.
Mother Nature
Has her balance;
Let man align
To her, sweet ways.
No man can beat
The Maker’s feat;
No creature can
Surpass the Lord!
Save planet earth;
Save earth from man;
Save all species,
Including man!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-16-2008
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Sonnet: A Valentine Dream!
This world requires love in various forms,
And forgiving an attitude always;
Not, pomp and show and wealth, those go to worms;
We ought to change our blunders, erring ways!
This world needs dignity for all brethren;
Insecure life is terrorism’s cause;
Remember equality of all men;
A few nations can’t call themselves, ‘The Boss! ’
The earth’s resources can’t belong to few;
No war should be declared even on foes!
The environs cannot be made anew;
Let’s join our hands to crush all human woes!
Love is the only key to global peace;
Let’s make the earth a paradise with ease.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-14-2007
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Man is for destruction
Utilization of resources
In a way is destruction of resources.
Deprivation of resources
In a way is conservation of resources.
Man existence is destruction.
03.11.2006
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Oh, Mother Earth, on your day
Earth,
Mother Earth
In the big cosmic space
She is just a drop
Of about 7900 miles dia
Solidified on the surface
Still holding a lot
Molten hot lava within
She has been making this clear to us
By a number of ways
And this time she is so revengeful
That entire North Europe is facing her wrath
Let us not examine
When this droplet
Got separated from
Its origin
Though scientists puts the earth as
4.54 billion years old
But, let us celebrate her birthday
Today, the 22nd April
She is supporter of
Everything that stands upon her
And every thing thriving beneath
Either living or non-living
Mobile or immobile
No one knows for precise
The entire life support systems she is housing
All depend on her not only for a basic living
But also for other luxuries
She helps them grow, get aged and decay
Everything goes back to her
Only to come up again in a new mould
She gives birth to everything
She nourishes them
She has been supplying all that we need
And our demand keeps increasing every second
As we bring into use new devices and facilities
We are also discovering new things beneath the surface
And held within her
That can be of use to us
We term those, who cannot use the down under resources
Under-developed
We take pride and credit
For having consumed more and more of these
Un-replenishable resources
Will she be able to sustain this supply for any long
We need to understand
That we can sustain this growth and development
Only if we help mother earth
Keep supplying all the resources
Which we are putting to use right, left, top and bottom
On this day let us resolve
To make effective use of the resources drawn from earth
And to do everything possible
To restrict unmindful indulgence
Oh, mother earth
We stand before you humbled
We have no words to thank you
As we cannot fittingly express it
For all the good things you have been supplying
We bow before your immense tolerance
To all the thoughtless misdeeds
We have been doing
We pray that you soon cool down
As millions are under stress
Because of your Iceland outburst
As a kind mother
You help us understand means
And implement them to
Gainfully replenish you
So that you can support
All living systems
Above and beneath your surface
For millenniums ahead
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earth has enough resources
tapping planets afar
would be a sheer waste
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The United States has long thought of itself as the land of infinite plenty, and historically we did have abundant resources. But now we are gradually exhausting our fisheries, our topsoil, our water. On top of that, we're coming to the end of world resources.
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Sonnet: New Year 2008 Resolutions
A New Year 2008 has dawned!
Let us resolve to work for global peace;
Let love and brotherhood become our bond;
Let wars and envy amongst nations cease!
Let’s stamp out terrorism from earth’s face.
Let’s ensure basic rights of all brethren;
Let’s safe-guard environs for human race;
Let’s make the earth a place akin heaven.
Let’s help our poor and downtrodden brothers;
Let’s pray to God for help and guidance more;
Let’s protect life of man, beast and others;
Let earth’s resources take man to the fore.
Let’s give up vices and all kinds of sin;
Let’s love our neighbors as our kith and kin.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 01-01-2008
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XXVIII)
There is a place for everything:
A mine for gold, and for silver;
Extracted is iron from earth;
And melted is from stone, copper.
Out of the earth, our food comes first;
It also gives us golden dust;
Out of its stones, comes sapphire;
Its bowels inside is afire.
But wherefrom wisdom can be gained?
Wherefrom understanding is rained?
Nothing equal to it, man knows;
Our living earth is not its source.
It cannot be purchased by gold;
To silver too, it can’t be sold;
No precious metals can buy it;
To hold, no gold vessel is fit.
Wisdom is more than priceless stone;
Wherefrom it comes, remains unknown;
From every beast, it hidden stays;
No bird or eyes have seen its ways.
No beast has ever trodden it;
The seas, abyss are far unfit;
Abaddon never came across;
To death, it was always a cross.
God only knows the way to it;
He knows the place by mere habit;
For, He beholds the ends of earth:
All under heavens that have birth!
Even the darkness has confines;
To farthest realms, His glory shines;
He knows the nature of each rock,
And pow’r to mountains even knock.
All precious things, He knows by heart,
And probes the springs and streams by art;
All hidden things, He brings to light,
And knows the wind by weight and might.
Even the rain follows His rule;
Nothing on earth can dare Him fool;
He fixed the scope of waters too;
And knew wisdom all through and through.
To man, God said, the fear of God-
Fortitude is wisdom, Behold!
Avoiding evil, more than gold-
Understanding, comes from the Lord!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-8-2007
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Why Are We So Greedy
To the Earth Mother who feeds us disrespect we do pay
That future generations may have to pay for one day
Of stealing from Nature's resources billions some do make
Why are we so greedy that we take and we take?
In disrespect for Nature through innocence lost
The success of us humans could come at a cost
The ways of Mother Nature we do not understand
We pollute the air, seas, waterways and land
'Tis Nature resources made the oil dealer a billionaire
Yet of Nature's beauty such types not aware
We do not own Nature though to her we belong
And to her many of us have done wrong
And for our crimes against her future generations may yet pay
That seems a sad thing for to have to say.
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Leave Nature's Resources With Nature
I'm one of the many who does love Nature though Nature does need every friend
Of late she is not looking healthy otherwise why should we pretend
That all is well in Nature's Garden when all is not well there at all
Our crimes against Nature are many and any crime against Nature not small.
For our senseless polluting of Nature the price yet may be huge to pay
To our Earth Mother the one who does feed us we act in a disrespectful way
We pollute our natural environment with the resources we steal from Earth Mother that does not seem clever to me
Leave Nature's precious resources with Nature at least that is how it should be.
Humankind as a species quite successful that does go without any doubt
Yet when I say to some we are not friends of Nature they say to me what are you on about
They see no wrong in digging up the ground for it's resources or stealing oil from the floor of the sea
They are entitled to their opinions though we all look at things differently.
The Polar ice caps slowly melting and climate change is Worldwide
the talks of an Economic Depression have pushed Global warming to the side
But the financial economy is built on Nature and to Nature all of us belong
And 'twould seem in our dealings with Nature that we have our priorities wrong.
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From a beloved mother
If you can mine, why should I not
You discovered use of metals
Long back
Your civilizations are chronicled
By the unearthed material
That was at use that time
Like
Stone age
Iron age
Copper age
I was happy initially as
You were exploring me
With an attempt to extract minerals
For the use of common man
But now
You may not know
I am threatened by your
Ways of winning minerals and fuel resources
And by the quantum of them
You are consuming
You are planning to increase the consumption
And you do not appreciate how dangerous
It could be
What all you did manually
Have now been mechanized
It hurts me, the way
You drill, make bore and blast holes, blast
And what not
Your beneficiation techniques too
Devour my precious resources
And you have no concrete plans
To recharge the resources you are drawing
I thought
Why should I not demonstrate
As to how I take out minerals
From beneath
My process is very simple
No prospecting,
No exploration,
No drilling,
No blasting,
No shoveling,
No dumping,
No overburden
With the geothermal heat inside me
I melt the matter to be mined out
With imbalance created within me
By your activities on the surface
I build up pressure on the molten material
And pump the molten ore out
Like a fountain
In all directions
With no conveyor or other transporting facilities
I know some of you will be affected
But I cannot help it
The fact is that you people make me less sensitive
To your miseries
As you show no concern for me
And for the turbulence generated in me
Because of your activities
Remember, the more you dig
Bigger will be the fountain
Larger will be the quantum
If you can mine, why should I not
Your beloved mother earth
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And, in fact, you can find that the lack of basic resources, material resources, contributes to unhappiness, but the increase in material resources do not increase happiness.
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The Internet provides the access to resources, so it's incumbent upon the people who control those resources to make sure that the economic engine stays intact.
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A Poet’s Heart-mail to God
The way, more heinous crimes increase on earth;
The way, the modern world is wasting time;
The way, more people seem to commit sins;
The way, the innocent are ill-treated;
The way, resources are being wasted;
The way, brethren are treated with disgust;
The way, children grow disobedient;
The way, hate has replaced love of neighbor;
The way, the weed of corruption has grown;
The way, some leaders declare futile wars;
The way, the poor are ravaged all the more;
The way, the righteous are humiliated;
The way, God’s people are persecuted;
The way, more people become immoral;
The way, vice-dens are multiplying fast;
The way, nations distrust one another;
The way, the Creator is forgotten,
The way, most things are happening on earth,
It seems that Satan’s work is in full-swing,
And end of world is coming very soon.
This is my heart-mail to Thee, O my God,
Written with tears of blood from my hurt heart,
And sent to Thee for URGENT REDRESSAL.
Written by Poet Dr John Celes 3-13-2008
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Sonnet: Hurry up, man!
Respect your parents in all things you can;
Revere your teachers, elders, while alive;
Remember, you are from dust of earth, man!
Return God's love to you, and for this strive!
Just do your duty without wasting time;
Take care of health, given by God, priceless;
In some way, make your life on earth, sublime;
Treasures in heaven await you, boundless!
Do all the good you can without a lull;
Avoid all vices that crop up your way;
Never turn lazy, indolent and dull;
Have faith in God who ushers your D-day!
So, hurry up to be righteous on earth;
This is what the Maker wants from your birth.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-6-12
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Sonnet: All Things Are Possible for God
The God who made all creatures most perfect,
Is fairest Judge of all, in universe;
But man has turned the earth so imperfect
And tends to make it even much more worse!
The God who made all creatures, big and small
Is duty-bound to give them, fair a deal;
He loves all creatures: man, the most of all;
Takes care of every want and every meal!
The Maker guards the poor, unfortunate:
Takes special care of handicapped and weak;
And yet, gives chances for those fortunate,
And those who pray to Him and favors seek.
How difficult a job, this seems to man!
Do things impossible with ease, God can.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-22-2006
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Sonnet: Make Life on Earth Secure
When umptine lives get lost in hurricanes,
And many more are lost to Tsunamis,
And Nature’s furies take more down its lanes,
Man promises an earthly life of peace!
When affluent cities get destroyed fast,
And powerful leaders make blunders so great,
And glorious people’s lives turn soon aghast,
Man still believes in science, himself and fate!
All human toil on earth can’t last for long;
Man’s intellect betrays him many times;
Our earthly life is just a finite song;
God is the one who helps man in all climes.
When life is short, why man destroys earth / space?
What Maker plans, no man can ev’r efface!
Dr John Celes 9-13-2005
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Who Else Is There More Qualified
I am not understanding any of this.
Why are the people so upset?
We've attempted to meet all of their requests.
What is the problem?
Why aren't they happy?
We are doing the best we can.
Oh...
About the jacuzzi.
You are using too much eucalyptus.
And we've had this discussion before.
'Maybe it has 'something' to do,
With you deciding how their resources...
Should be rationed.'
And...
Your point is what?
Rationed?
Huh?
Oh...
I had forgotten what we were discussing.
What resources?
'I'm not sure,
If my comments will make to you...
Any sense at all.
But...
You are making the decision,
As to how 'their' resources...
Should be rationed,
To 'them'.'
I'm still not understanding.
You are making this too complicated.
More complicated than it needs to be!
Who else is there...
More qualified to do it?
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Today’s Funny World
When olive branch, we show the world,
They think, our weakened stage has come,
And treat us worse than ev’n before!
When flag of truce, in hand we hold,
They stiffen conditions on us,
As though we can’t fight anymore!
When bow we as mark of respect,
They look down upon us askance,
As though we are worthless on earth!
The world today is suspicious;
The human lives are less precious;
There’s dearth of people more pious!
Man wants to do whatev’r he likes;
Money decides the things he does;
The love in families seems gone.
One wants to make a quicker buck;
One takes more risks and tries his luck;
One feels things can be got by pluck.
Oh, what a funny world, it seems!
The human face appears well-masked;
The heart of man is ne’er contrite!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 01-03-2010
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