Sonnet: Prisoners of War
Look at the famished men in cells ill-kept!
Just fleshless skeletons, draped by thin skin;
Some are but heroes, unlauded, unwept,
Who spend the lives for unknown crimes and sin.
Look at the ravished prisoners of war!
Who had been tortured to reveal details;
Release is but an event very far;
There are no souls to send them even mails.
Look at the wretched souls ‘hind wire-fence!
They breathe an air of slavery so foul;
None to forgive their ‘crimes’ till date and hence
To die a death of starvation- their goal.
Could earthlings not evolve a better way,
Of punishments and forgiveness someday?
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: “I am the Lord, Thy God! ”
The Lord has saved my life from death so oft;
How do I thank Him for His kindness great?
He helps in time although my call is soft;
He cared for me so lovingly till date.
He’ as drawn me in the palm of His own hand!
A thousand years is just a day to God;
To righteous souls, He shows His promised land;
To evil ones, He gives His just, stern rod.
How could the universe evolve from naught?
How could life come from lifeless forms sans God?
How could one say ’tis written fate or lot?
Can earthlings ever breathe life into clod?
Can chaos lead to harmony on own?
All things are possible to God alone.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-25-2006
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: God, Have Mercy on Sinners!
Oh what horrendous crimes men commit, Lord!
-much shameless acts, unimaginably sad!
Such souls should surely meet the divine sword;
Your fine creation keeps turning so mad!
Men look aghast at men's misdeeds these days;
Our tolerance has ebbed beyond control;
Yet, awesome God permits man's criminal ways!
No one predicts God's ways and His prime goal!
We pray for souls of victims of such crimes;
God, give the survivors, Your healing touch;
These are the ‘end days' penultimate times;
Show mercy on the demonized men much!
O Lord, prevent all unfairness on earth!
Preserve the meaning, worthiness of birth!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-06-12
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Crimes Of The Mind
Bigger than man walking on the moon
Coming to a theatre near you soon
This is what Im living for
You get a little bit
And you want a little more
Everything is fine
Crimes of the mind
I drink a little wine
Crimes of the mind
Heres to modern times
Crimes of the mind
Every dog will have its day
And all these dogs just want to play
You will reap what you sow
But the real truth we will never know
Everything is fine
Crimes of the mind
I drink a little wine
Crimes of the mind
Heres to modern times
Crimes of the mind
Rolling in the grime
Crimes of the mind
Digging for a dime
Crimes of the mind
Blind leading the blind
Crimes of the mind
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Penitence
Great God!
Greater than greatest! better than the best!
Kinder than kindest! with soft pity's eye
Look down -
On a poor breathing particle of dust!
Or, lower, - an immortal in his crimes.
His crimes forgive, forgive his virtues too!
Those smaller faults, half converts to the right.
poem by Edward Young
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Sonnet- Laws are for all alike
The world in which we live is sensitive;
One spark can cause a forest-fire widespread;
Each human lives life like a fugitive;
Uncommonly, there's sensible a head.
What diff'rences exist 'midst people most;
All love for neighbours has simply vanished;
And yet of unity all seem to boast;
In days, the country could become ravished.
Crime is a crime, no matter who you are;
Mob-violence cannot be allowed in lands;
The law is same for criminals or star;
One cannot take the law into one's hands.
Let no one hurt the other's sentiments.
All crimes must get some kind of punishments.
poem by John Celes
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Sin and Stuff
Lord – if that is how
a stranger, I, should address
that stranger, you –
I – or one resembling I –
have done so many actions
which the world would classify
as crimes, or sins, according as
the one who classified them might believe…
and in the classifications which
men attribute boldly to that presumed you,
there must be crimes or sins which are unnamed
which I have done; good left undone…
indeed, your devotees would see it as a sin
if any single breath, any heartbeat passed
without their holding you in mind…
So if I understood forgiveness, as beyond
the way we scold our children, even punish them,
yet never cease to love…
then I would ask forgiveness of my sins
in that same spirit; yet I would ask, first,
understanding; mine, and yours
(though I would hope them finally the same)
for I believe that really, the you
that I perceive you as –
that really, you’re my best friend…
who understands my crimes and sins
better than I do myself…
and in that understanding, love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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How Would You Have Known?
Forgive those dingy souls,
who lowered their vibration
so that you would know-
how to forgive for you
wanted to know.
Do you not remember
it was your souls goal?
You were born into this dimension,
to use duality for comprehension.
We live with evil
for we believe in it so.
That’s what we believe so it grows.
On highly evolved planets they already know,
so it is not a part of their reality at all.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The War Winners
The war winners always write the war history and as for those in war who have known defeat
They never do know of adulation and with a sad ending they meet
Arrested and tried for war crimes and executed for crimes against humanity
The victorious war leaders are feted as heroes though they seem no less guilty to me
Than those who are known as war losers in war far too many do die
And that the victorious of war crimes not guilty in truth of course only a lie
How can the one who order the bombings that killed thousands of people be seen as one quite free of taint
When they are guilty of mass murder and a murderer cannot be a saint
Why do we make heroes of villians two wrongs never do make a right
Though the winner is always the hero that's how it is in every fight
And the war dead with tears are remembered and the war mothers weep for their dead
Though their dead children helped to win the war and good things of them have been said.
The war winners write the war history that's how it is and it will always be
But history itself keeps repeating of war will we ever be free
If the victorious war leaders were not treated as heroes and for their war crimes arrested and tried
We may not have had war in the first place and so many young people may not have died.
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Sonnet-The Wicked are Punished by God
The Wheel of Time, rotates surely but slow;
And punishes perpetrators of crimes;
The self-exalted ones must sooner bow,
Deserving ones can make their lives sublime.
The purifying process is so fast;
God-given punishments are rather smart;
And soon the wrong-doers are cellar-cast,
And tried for treason and their wicked part.
Time heals the wounds of hearts of those aggrieved;
And lasting joy smiles back sometime surely;
The pleas of downtrodden souls gets reprieved,
God's ways are never understood truly.
God hears the cries of unfairness on earth;
And renders justice in this world with mirth.
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It is incontestable and deplorable that Negroes have committed crimes; but they are derivative crimes. They are born of the greater crimes of the white society.
quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.
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We've committed many war crimes in Vietnam - but I'll tell you something interesting about that. We were committing war crimes in World War II, before the Nuremberg trials were held and the principle of war crimes was stated.
quote by George Wald
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Forgiveness
Forgiveness is an act that works through God;
Forgiveness is an act of God in man;
Forgiveness is the work of God’s great love;
Forgiveness is an art that man must learn!
Men with good sense will restrain their anger;
Such men defer their anger for long times;
To forgive transgressions is man’s glory;
To hold one’s tongue is done by people smart.
Forgiving is an act almost divine;
Forgiving is something not all can do;
Forgiving someone is too tough at times;
Forgiving fully is done by just few!
To preach is easy; forgiving is tough;
Forgiving is an honor of men wise;
If God should forgive us, we must forgive;
Like God, we must be slow to anger too.
‘Forgive those who sin against us, ’ tells Christ;
To gain God’s forgiveness, we must then, first;
There is no limit to forgive someone;
Forgiveness is a virtue Jesus taught.
One who forgives has no revenge in heart;
One who forgives has no hate from the start;
‘Forgive and God will forgive you, ’ says Lord.
Forgiving plants the seed of love of God.
When all are sinners, forgiveness is prime;
By doing so, we gain the love of God;
Through forgiveness, our tolerance will grow;
For prayers to be heard, forgive right now!
A man with grudge is like a fruitless tree!
Grudge can stand in-between you and heaven!
Spare no occasion of forgiving men;
Judge not others but show mercy on them!
We turn like God when we forgive others;
Forgiving earns more souls for God, brothers!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-13-2009
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Let me him
I know the law
Of man and of flesh
That there is no justice
Just crimes and punishments
Therefore i beseech you
Allow my son in my hands
You see how he weeps in my bosom
Oh to be of mice and men
i will not die 'til he be cured
Or what good is his mind in a cell
Shall he indeed know life is beauty
But he instead shall rot
his head shall be worse before he ends
As prisons do their best to bring ends
But i will nourish my son 'till death
he will know his sin
he will repent he will repent
i shall have my son
i shall have my son
i beg you have mercy do not kill him
But let me him
poem by Deci Hernandez
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I'm Coming Down
From his throne up in Heaven, God looked down on the lost souls of man.
Thousands of men, lost forever, wandering a cursed forsaken land.
Their dried-up souls searching for his presence:
But they were wretched abominations, separated from his holiness.
A select few suceeded in touching his hem, but most were hoplessly lost.
So God, set out through the ages, arrows that pointed to a cross.
As man floundered and fell, he was ever there, preparing his master plan.
A rescue mission for the souls of man.
Then finally the day came when all was set-as men were weeping: no hope to be found:
Said the Almighty, 'Hold on, I'm coming down! '
I don't believe in sone distant deity sending one of three to die for me:
I believe in an eternal spirit paying a ransom for me for free.
My God didn't send someone else to the rescue: He didn't send someone else!
In a fusion of humanity and deity, the God of eternity came himself.
This was his grand master plan, the ultimate sacrifice:
Coming to earth to be denied, mocked, tortured, and killed, all to save a wretched life.
Some people, they want to confuse his miraclulous rescue.
But we preach Christ crucified, bleeding and dying- just for you.
If you're feeling lost, forsaken, rejected. Jesus is still there waiting: ever since he died on a cross two thousand years ago:
When God said, 'Hang on, I'm coming down.'
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Futile is Life if Swapped!
A fish out of its water-bowl!
A Pup within a fishes’-bowl!
–Unnatural are both these things,
And life could end for both earthlings!
Fish-gills are meant for oxygen
Dissolved in water and not air;
Pup’s lungs need air to breathe and live;
It can’t stay long under-water!
Fish-fins help it to move about
In water most effortlessly;
A pup can’t be confined without
the needed space to run and play!
All lives are meant for habitats
Specifically pre-destined;
One cannot live a normal life,
With living conditions exchanged!
God made the land for beasts with lungs
To breathe the oxygen in air;
God made the fish cold-blooded to
Swim freely and feed in water.
God made each being with purpose;
Man cannot fly like birds of air;
Nor can he live within water;
Each one must know his/her confines!
Why risk one’s life to do a thing,
Which is not worth the risks, one takes?
Why play with life – a priceless gift
From God above to all earthlings?
The fool endangers his one life
To do something that is worthless;
Great souls will sacrifice their lives
In saving many more brethren!
Life is most precious wealth on earth;
Spend all our wealth to save our health.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-5-2008
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Punishable
Playing any sort of role
Is a crime and punishable
Do not indulge in crimes.
Do not aid and abet criminals
It is a crime and punishable
Do not indulge in crimes.
Abide by the rules and regulations
If you can not abide by rules
It is abhorrent and is a crimes
And punishable
Do not indulge in crimes
Do not indulge in crimes
If you are really a human being.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Blood Stained
Atrocities
Made every day
Religiously
Their sins
They hide
Can never disguise
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
They wage their wars
Such profiteers
Will nail us all
Their crimes
Concealed
Despicably reveal
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained lies
They fire at will
Intent to kill
They have no conscience
They have no conscience
Ethnic cleansing nothing more!
Blood of nations blood of war
Turn blind eyes
From all your crimes
You bare our souls
Show no remorse
You cannot wash
The bloodstains off
They turn their backs
While others
Commit grisly acts
Were scared
For life
By politicians greedy
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained crimes
Blood stained lands
Blood stained minds
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
And while such predators
Stalk this earth
Disguised as saints
They kill our faith
Obsessed by greed
Lying through their teeth
They cannot wash
The blood stains off
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Sonnet: What If Death Comes!
A lot of faces known to me are gone,
Including near and dear ones, friends and foes!
I wonder if I would exist till dawn!
Bereavements add to personal grief and woes.
The list grows bigger as I turn older!
Some faces new become acquainted too;
With time, our earthly life appears colder;
When Death souls steals, what earthlings poor can do?
None know when death takes off another soul;
Our state of grace is always important;
Preparing soul for heaven is our goal;
No earthly job is more significant.
Good Christians never fear their time of death,
With faith in God unshakeable since birth!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-19-2006
poem by John Celes
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All Souls’ Day
The many ones I knew are hardly seen;
My friends, relatives are in scarce numbers;
Their memories are truly evergreen;
But death has put those souls in deep slumbers!
Most near and dear and loved ones are all gone;
This world looks empty but their graves abound;
They couldn’t be saints but sinned even alone;
Their cemeteries with time are hardly found!
Yet, most had left with venial sins galore;
In Purgatory, God cleanses souls by grace;
They need our prayers to be freed much more;
Like gold refined, souls enter Heaven’s haze!
But fiery love of God can change their roles;
The ones in mortal sins are nearer hell;
God’s mystic mercy could redeem such souls;
The living souls on earth can make them well!
All Souls’ Day comes once in a year for all;
Let’s empty Purgatory by praying hard;
Let’s fast to hasten Almighty God’s call;
Recite the rosary to stay on guard!
God, send your angels soon to fetch all souls;
Their sufferings are much more than on earth;
Let light perpetual shine upon dead souls;
Take them to Your Abode and grant them mirth!
Show mercy Lord, on every soul, we pray!
Let light divine annul the hellish spray;
Forgive them, Jesus Christ, we beg to say;
Ignore their trespasses on Judgment Day!
Lovingly dedicated to all souls on ‘All Souls’ Day! ’
poem by John Celes
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Last Living Souls
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That's no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn't sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn't seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up...
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin' on
The coldest man doesn't see it's all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
Yeah, we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
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