Sonnet: One Shan’t Judge the Other
But suff’rings come whether married/ single!
And suff’rings come to young and old alike;
When nerves are weak, one feels the skin tingle.
The family need not talk over a mike.
No one is spared from woes in life on earth,
But face we must, as bravely as we can;
Tho’ virtues and righteousness is a death,
We must all nurture them in every man.
No man can say the other suffers less;
No man can judges neighbor with fairness;
God only knows the nature of soul stress
On judgment-day, God means strict business.
Who knows which soul will be denied Heaven?
God wants just souls sin-free and pure from men!
6-20-2001
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SONNET: If The Things We Wished Happen
The things we think, don't happen in our life;
The things happening are not as per our taste;
Our suff'rings, more than joys are very rife;
Most men on Earth are always in a haste.
We want our joys to remain forever;
We want our woes to vanish in a trice;
To achieve this, Man tries to be clever;
And chooses joys that come along with vice.
In life, we take whatever comes along;
All challenges, we ought to face bravely;
But everywhere, we choose things right from wrong;
Our failures help us face life quite boldly.
If all things happened as we think, where's God?
If not on Earth, Heaven will us reward.
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Sonnet: Let Sufferings Come, So What!
My suff’rings isn’t big compared to others;
Each one’s sufferings appear too much to him!
How suffered my freedom-fighter brothers!
We tend to think that each one’s life is grim.
How pioneers suffer in walks of life!
How prisoners suffer in lone cellars!
How leaders strive to ward off unique strife!
How people suffer when come down pillars!
Suffered have many, much more than any;
How suffered Christ for man’s sins on the cross!
Sufferings in life will visit so many;
A man who suffers is now his own boss!
Sufferings are nothing when God is beside;
In suff’ring souls on earth, God will reside.
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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.
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Why Death Comes?
There is a place after life;
There is a home after death;
There is a life after life on earth,
And that is the Abode of God
Called Heaven!
It’s a place of joy alone;
It’s a place devoid of sorrows;
It’s a place that’s free from pain and sin;
It’s a place that’s very pure;
It’s a place where sufferings are unknown;
It’s a place of everlasting joy;
It’s a place of commune with God-
Eternity is its name!
Death gives rest to souls that depart;
Death gives reprieve from earthly woes;
Death is the only way to God’s Abode;
Death heralds the resurrection of souls!
When death comes, why should we fear?
Death is the one way to Heaven;
But when it comes, our soul must be prepared,
And if that is done, why bother?
Miracles can be wrought by God;
Prayers can bring miracles through;
Yet, a sea of fervent appeals from souls,
May not keep back a single soul
For a time longer than
What God has pre-destined!
Because, God knows each heart;
God knows each soul;
God knows our sufferings,
And the ideal time to deliver
All.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-2-2005
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Sonnet: Evil Are Most Men These Days!
No more this world of men seems civilized!
Their vices have sent virtues to back-ground;
This modern world I know seems devilised!
From actions reckless, men appear Hell-bound!
Tho’ Satan works his newer ways on men,
And causes suff’rings to souls innocent,
Yet, watches God from His abode Heaven,
And soon, the rod to them He will present.
Men’s brains have become crafty to the core!
For money’s sake, men will do anything;
Their frenzied nature appears in the fore;
Thus, evil-doers on earth bring havoc.
But not for long as God will call His shots,
And soon they will become mere broken pots!
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Sonnet: Trust in Jesus
Life has been kind to us despite our woes;
God has provided timely, when in need;
He has protected us from all our woes;
Life gave some sorrows but more joys indeed.
Despite our sins, God blessed our lives for years;
He forgives us but we don’t others’ sins!
As Friend and Guide, He has removed all fears;
Without His help, we cannot even wince.
Why not renew our faith in God, brethren?
With Him beside, no devil can tempt us;
Although He made us all from clay-earthen,
Our soul and holy spirit are things plus.
On no account, will God us ev’r forsake;
Let’s offer our suff’rings for Jesus’ sake.
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Hymn 97
Christ our wisdom, righteousness, etc.
1 Cor. 1:30.
Buried in shadows of the night
We lie till Christ restores the light;
Wisdom descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.
Our guilty souls are drowned in tears
Till his atoning blood appears;
Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing, "The Lord our Righteousness."
Our very frame is mixed with sin,
His Spirit makes our natures clean
Such virtues from his suff'rings flow,
At once to cleanse and pardon too.
Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
Binding his slaves in heavy chains;
He sets the pris'ners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from our necks.
Poor helpless worms in thee possess
Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness;
Thou art our mighty All, and we
Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.
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Sonnet: Suffering’s Are God-sent
Despite the fact that people get punished,
They won’t give up their habits bad for long;
They love to see the other much ravished,
And will not give up things that appear wrong.
’Tis hard abandoning one’s vices gained!
Good habits die an early death in life;
Men commit sins until the soul is stained;
So, God brings on an era of great strife!
’Tis vanity that steals the hearts of men,
And pride afills their heads in umptine ways;
While jealousy weakens their little ken;
In wasteful thinking, spent are his good days.
But men won’t take the road that’s right and fair!
So, suff’rings come that they just cannot bear.
9-2-2001
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Sonnet: I Want To Be My Good Self, God
I fight a battle lone against great foes;
Some known and seen; others unknown, unseen;
They are the prime cause of my umptine woes;
If God wills only, improve will this scene.
Sometimes, I feel, I should have given up,
Long, long ago and turned to selfish ways;
But what to do, I've drunk the bitter cup;
So oft; I'm waiting for my better days.
Half of my life is almost gone by now;
What has the other half in store for me?
Let suff'rings come, I've learnt to them too love;
My heart and soul yearn for Eternity.
Let success come or failures strike me dead;
I will remain myself with my God-head.
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Sonnet: Renewing My Faith in God
I’m happy with whatev’r God does for me;
But others don’t agree to what I say;
I live in peace and total harmony;
My greed and earnings grow more day by day.
Show me O God a day when I’m secure;
My earthly wants increases endlessly;
Help me O God my suff’rings to endure;
I want to live a life more selflessly.
To keep soul pure is primary on earth;
The world may praise or chide me for my deeds;
God only cares for me ev’r since my birth;
I grow upright amidst the thorns and weeds!
God, be my light and drive all darkness out;
My faith in you should last without a doubt.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-9-2006
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Sonnet: Wisdom in Life
’Tis good to do some good things in our life,
And use all opportunities, God gives,
To mitigate the suff’rings that is rife;
In poor of hearts and honest souls, God lives!
’Tis better to avoid doing great harm;
When God is good, how can He bear evil?
’Tis better to till off sins from soul’s farm,
Not solicit favors from a devil.
’Tis best to do a lot of good in life,
And do the things our conscience tells is right;
’Tis best to help our fellowmen in strife,
And fight for justice’s cause with all our might.
Sin is a sin when fail we in duty;
But God can forgive us yet, what beauty!
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Sonnet: Man Is Dissatisfied
The man ashore longs for the mighty sea;
Its wealth of fishes, shells and pearls, may be!
The man on board, longs for the beach sandy;
And yearns for land when sea has turned stormy.
When suff'rings come, in sequence, ruthlessly,
The heart wants joy, relief and be set free;
When joys bore you almost unceasingly;
Some woes prove welcome, magic remedy.
Each state of life affects the mind and heart;
Good blend of joys and woes is best for all;
Yet, sorrows goad the genius in each art;
Sweetness seems sweeter after bitter gall.
Happy's the man who is much satisfied;
Sad is the one who's joyfully tongue-tied.
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On the Death of His Eldest Son
Though short thy space, God's unimpeach'd decrees
Which made that shorten'd space one long disease;
Yet, merciful in chast'ning, gave thee scope
For mild redeeming virtues, faith and hope,
Meek resignation, pious charity;
And, since this world was not the world for thee,
Far from thy path removed, with partial care,
Strife, glory, gain, and pleasure's flowery snare,
Bade earth's temptation's pass thee harmless by.
And fix'd on heaven thine unreverted eye!
Oh! mark'd from birth, and nurtured for the skies!
In youth with more than learning's wisdom wise!
As sainted martyrs, patient to endure!
Simple as unwean'd infancy, and pure!
Pure from all stain (save that of human clay,
Which Christ's suff'rings now no more oppress'd,
Mount, sinless spirit, to thy destined rest!
While I - reversed our nature's kindlier doom -
Pour forth a father's sorrows on thy tomb.
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Sonnet: Be Glad Always, Man!
Be glad for all the blessings, God gave you;
And thank the Lord with all your heart and soul!
Be glad for all the good things, you could do,
Within the scope God-granted for your role.
Be glad for all the suff’rings, God gave you,
For, that’s the way, you learnt to love Him more!
Be glad for all the things, you could not do,
God will open to you another door!
Be glad for all the misdeeds, you couldn’t do!
Perhaps, your life could have been worse than this;
Be glad for all your good health and wealth too;
Forget your woes and thank God for His bliss!
Be glad, you kept your Road to Heaven, Man!
And praise the Lord in every way, you can.
2-29-2004 by dr john celes
Fondly dedicated to Dr. Prof. S. Narayanan, M.B.B.S., M.Sc.,
Prof. & HOD of Anatomy, and Vice-principal (former)
IRT PMC, Perundurai, Erode, Tamilnadu, India
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Sonnet: Sufferings Make Us Stronger
If Life gets spent with troubles few and rare,
Susceptible, becomes the mind and weak;
When woes come back, man goes into despair,
And like a Lamb, innocent, he is meek.
When man has never felt the slightest pain,
The threshold falls to low levels with time;
A little touch appears painful again!
'Tis pain to ears that hear the bells just chime.
When troubles come, the heart and mind turn strong;
And suff'rings make one feel life's joys better;
Sometimes, it happens, we go in the wrong;
Avoiding struggles is the worst fetter.
One can't spend life in dreams often for long;
Nevertheless, laugh, smile, whistle a song.
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Sonnet: Give Your Heart To God
'I gave you life within your human form;
Give me your heart to me back, ' says the Lord;
And knowing well his frame is meant for worm,
Man offers heart and soul to devil's word!
How can the Lord bless man if he so does?
Is not the Maker right in His statement?
To turn aright for long, man makes a fuss,
Inviting suff 'rings sans their abatement.
Pledge back your heart to God and things turn right;
Your prayers will be heard; God will bless you;
He is the truth, the way and Heaven's light;
Renounce the devil, man and repent too.
The Lord's with you; obey His holy will;
He heals the body, mind and soul that's ill.
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Family Business
[Intro: Kanye West]
How's your son? (all, all, all the things, things)
He make the team this year? (all, all, all the things things)
Aw th-, they said he wasn't tall enough?
(all, all, all the glitter in that gold)
Yeah me we gon' cook this up (now gold is not a reality)
(real is what you live to be)
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
This is family business
And this is for the family that can't be with us
And this is for my cousin locked down, know the answer's in us
That's why I spit it in my songs so sweet
Like a photo of your granny's picture
Now that you're gone it hit us
Super hard on Thankgiving and Christmas, this can't be right
Yeah you heard the track I did man, this can't be light
Somebody please say grace so I can save face
And have a reason to cover my face
I even made you a plate, soul food, know how Granny do it
Pumpkin bread on the side, know how the family do it
When I brought it why did God have to look all to it?
As kids we used to laugh
Who knew that life would move this fast?
Who knew I'd have to look at you through a glass?
And look, tell me you ain't did it, you ain't did it
And if you did, then that's family business
[Hook: Choir]
And I don't care 'bout (all the, all the diamond rings, diamond rings)
They don't mean a thing (all, all, all the things)
All these fancy things
I tell you that all (all the glitter) I'm waiting for
Now all I know I know all these things
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
This is family business
And this is for everybody standin' with us
Come on, let's take a family Grammy picture
Hey B, remember when they ain't believe in me?
Now she like "See, that's m
song performed by by Kanye West
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Sonnet- Life Must Be Respected
How does one man burn another alive?
How can one torture men to get things done?
Should one from other's suff'rings joy derive?
Man must be crazy, firing machine-gun.
Man shouldn't be sadistic in his approach;
No man should maim a man for trivial gains;
No man should on other's freedom encroach;
No man should lead others down nasty lanes.
As man has soul, he can't be very base;
That man's fiend who gloats when other's pained;
The Earth belongs to men of every race;
Are true criminals gallowed, punished or caned?
To judge a man is difficult- most a job;
In justice's name, undue lives shouldn't one rob.
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O Lemme Go, My Time Has Come!
O lemme go, my time has come!
I smell death somewhere lurking near;
With weakened frame, I must welcome,
My end of earthly stay, sans fear!
O lemme go, my time has come!
My pain and suff'rings may now cease;
My job on earth is done/ half-done;
So, let me breathe my last in peace!
O lemme go, my time has come!
I tried to do the best I could;
I hear my Saviour's clarion call;
So, let me leave this world for good!
O lemme go, my time has come!
The Lord awaits with open arms;
The narrow road, I always trod;
So, let my body go to worms!
O lemme go, my time has come!
The love of flesh and world can't stop;
I see my earthly journey's end;
So, to my Master's wish, I bend!
O lemme go, my time has come!
Don't grieve or cry for me at all;
God's time for me has ended here;
So, let me dress up in my pall!
O lemme go, my time has come!
My kith and kin, do pray for me;
My soul will soon be freed at last;
So, long I for eternity!
O lemme go, my time has come!
The angels wait to take my soul;
No one can be perfect all life;
So, let me get my rod/reward!
O lemme go, my time has come!
Most of my time, I lived for God,
The Lord well knows all sins of mine;
So, let me not argue, opine!
O lemme go, my time has come!
My Heaven's road has come to end;
I'm gonna be with God above;
So, lemme go, my time is up!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-08-12
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Sonnet: Evil-doers Can’t Escape
If God does want to punish Man ably,
’Tis not impossible a task for Him;
Through Nature, He can do things suitably,
And make His creature Man better and trim.
The Lord who sent the deluge o’er the earth,
The God who sent locusts to destroy grain,
The Lord who killed Egypt’s first-born aft-birth,
Can bring disease or drought or wind or rain!
Yet, God is kind and patient all along;
He has great love for this one creature Man!
He bestows suff’rings to correct his wrong;
Pardon his sins and redeem him, God can!
Someday, the weeds will be removed all well;
While good men get Heaven, evil get Hell.
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