Sonnet: The Beauty of God's Creation
The inflorescence of the grass seems great -
A spectacle of beauty to the eye:
A Maker's witness, we can't underrate:
A simply gorgeous thing under the sky!
Even the least of things is made so well;
A prying look reveals this truth and fact;
The worst of things on earth can't seem like hell;
Promise to man, God keeps always by pact!
Remember man, to never forget God;
Futile are things man-made and do not last;
But industriousness, God will applaud;
Let not engulf your heart, guilt of sins, past!
Mere human toil cannot sustain us much;
All things happen on earth by divine touch!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet-Human Power Is A Naught
God made all things with purpose specific;
Misuses man in ways unnatural;
Sometimes, the sequelae are terrific,
When Nature turns the Earth into a hell.
No man dare do a thing that is 'gainst God;
Both good and bad happen if He allows;
Even the best of Kings on earth is clod!
A man can't go to hell if Maker loves.
Our human pow’r is useless 'gainst God's might;
'Tis foolishness to think money is all;
And man can't see well like some beasts at night;
All men in sin repeatedly do fall.
God is the only One whom we can trust;
He gave us glory tho' we are mere dust.
poem by John Celes
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Things Happen For Their Reasons
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.
Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.
And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Even while one ages,
With a life reminisced played on many stages...
Try their best to gracefully accept,
Things happen for their reasons.
And those experienced,
Eventually see this.
Things happen for their reasons.
And in the living of one's life...
A discovery reveals,
Those reasons with insight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet-'Tis God Who'll End the World
Would I be more happy, if blind since birth?
Would I be more happy if deaf all years?
Would I be more happy not seeing earth?
Would I be more happy then with less tears?
The earth is dying rapidly with time;
Mad men destroy its beauty very fast;
All things are changing including its clime;
The way things are, never happened in past.
The things that happen God knows, even before;
None know the mystery of Universe;
Apocalypse by men is mere folk-lore;
The wounds men inflict, God will surely nurse.
The world will end as per the divine plan;
The Doomsday can't be ushered in by Man.
poem by John Celes
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God
All that I know is there’s one God
Who made the Universe;
And made the stars, moon, sky and sun;
Earth for beings, human.
If God is truth and truth is God,
And truth alone triumphs;
Then, God is true and truly God
And non-believers, odd!
If God is light and light is God
And light dispels darkness;
Then, God is all we need on earth,
Right from our very birth!
All that I know is there’s a God
Whose presence, Science can’t prove;
The Creation’s testimony
Of God’s existence, love!
The Omnipotent God was there
Always and forever;
The ruler of things known, unknown
Which fools deny, brother!
The beauty of all things God made
Is something, man wonders;
The harmony can never fade,
’Tis man who just blunders!
What love and care, God packed in things
With finesse, unsurpassed;
God is perfect and unequalled,
His judgments, unbiased!
The living God, lives everywhere
And watches all with care;
To steal some souls, all devils dare
But cannot so well fare!
Almighty God does mighty things,
He plans eternally;
His Kingdom comes and Will be done
Hell will be man’s folly!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- God gave man superior senses
God made each man, with eyes to see clearly,
And ears to hear the sounds that Nature made,
And nose to smell the scent of things surely,
And gave him skin to touch the Earth he laid.
Man made his own gadgets and tools to tell,
Details of environs that him surround;
Nevertheless, the things he made all fell,
Quite off the mark his special senses found.
And to his surprise, man had realised,
God given Special Senses simply great;
And all the things he'd made were mammoth-sized,
Ashamed and yet, he accepts not his state.
Whatever, God our Master gave to Man,
No man surpass'd; at least equal it can.
poem by John Celes
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Try to Forget, Try to Remeber, But don't Forget who you are
Try to forget,
Try to remember,
Try not to loose hope,
Try to catch your dreams,
So you can fly towards the heavens,
Try to forget your past,
Try to forget your fears,
But don’t try to forget who you are,
Here the winds howl,
Your name,
Trying you to forget,
Your past,
Here the sea splashing,
Trying you to remember,
Your fears,
Here the earth shakes,
Trying you to forget who you are,
The winds howl,
Your name
Across the sea,
The sea splashes,
Your memories
To the earth,
The earth shakes,
But you don’t forget who you are.
Don’t loose hope little one,
Don’t let your dreams fly away,
To the heavens,
Forget all the things you have been through
Forget all the things you have done.
Just don’t forget who you are,
The phoenix of the winds,
The sea,
The earth.
Cold as you may seem,
You know who you are,
That’s one thing you will never forget.
poem by Destiny Paul
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Awards For Greatness
Not all can get awards though deserving;
Some luck and pluck too decides awardees;
The heart knows if he/she truly deserves;
The rest remain unsung all life on earth!
Awards on earth are not the ultimate;
The greatest feats are forgotten by men;
The greatest men, women are things of past;
Achievers who get lime-light aren't greatest!
All things on earth return to dust with time;
Most famous monuments become rubble;
Even rivers do change their course often;
Nothing is permanent in earthly life!
The luckiest deserving get awards;
The less lucky can't make up to life's peak;
The unlucky forget what awards mean;
A toiling few cannot think of such things!
Yet, human toil must get recognition;
Awards, rewards encourage achievements;
A few are born with silver-spoon in mouth;
The rest great slip into oblivion!
Yet, hopelessness need not fill any mind;
A few are heros/heroines on earth;
A few are great on earth and in heaven;
A few turn greatest only in heaven!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Be Content Man, Always!
Each day, I want to do so many things!
A fraction but I do, of what I’d thought;
Our time gets frittered, tackling strife life brings;
To be contented in our lives, we ought.
The many things we plan don’t turn out well;
Some things we never think of happen right;
Sometimes, our life’s a veritable hell;
Should we yet burn the oil of the mid-night?
Yet, this is how our life on earth goes on;
Just take the things as they come in your wake;
A garb of toil, patience and hope, we don,
And do our duty at least for God’s sake!
Nevertheless, be content Man, always;
Then pleasantly pass off our earthly days!
poem by John Celes
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The Things That Dreams Are Made Of
Take time to see the wonders of the world
To see the things youve only ever heard of
Dream life the way you think it ought to be
See things you thought youd never ever see
Take a cruise to china
Or a train to spain
Go round the world
Again and again
Meet a girl on a boat
Meet a boy on a train
And fall in love
Without the pain
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Take a lift to the top of the empire state
Take a drive across the golden gate
March, march, march across red square
Do all the things youve ever dared
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Like fun and money and food and love
And things you never thought of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
New york, ice cream, tv, travel, good times
Norman wisdom, johnny, joey, dee dee, good times
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
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Strange Things Happen
She believes in god
And karma too
Paranormal powers
You know some people do
Got scorpio risin
Uh huh
Tell you whats in your stars
She was down in rio
Turn the heads of state
Got em into makin
This planet a better place
On copacabana
Uh huh
Oh yeah she radiate better go meditate
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen
Strange things happen
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen to me
Strange things happen
Oh ohhh ohhhh
Oh oh strange things happen
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen to me
Met a pshycic reader
With a crystal ball
Had a vision
Said we could have it all
I caught her gazin
Uh huh
At our destiny cosmically
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen
Oh ohhh ohhhh
Oh oh strange things happen
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen to me
Strange things happen
Oh ohhh ohhhh
Oh oh strange things happen
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen to me
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Sonnet: Life
In life on earth, contrasting things happen;
The highest on earth will be soon tumbled;
The greatest on earth will be too humbled;
All can’t have success and all can’t captain.
The higher we fly, greater will be fall;
The greater the care we ought to take then;
We are all human and we are mere men;
Though feeling secure, we await the call.
Life is in achieving great things may be!
The balance of mind and peace, you will need;
No time can any man control the sea!
Nature is far greater, supreme indeed.
Every man ought to learn his limits first;
Man is driven by curiosity’s thirst.
poem by John Celes
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Things In My Life
There are things I will never remember
And there are things I will never forget
There are things I will cherish forever
And there are things I will always regret
Well I think that Im in scotland
And Im walking through a forest in the rain
And I wonder if Ill fall in love again
We can never remember the things we always forget
There are things you can buy in a drugstore
There are things you can hang on your wall
There are things you can read in the paper
There are things that do nothing at all
Well I think that Im in scotland
And Im walking through a forest in the rain
And I wonder if Ill fall in love again
We can never remember the things we always forget
Things like polyester pants and shoes dont make it easy to remember
Was it here or yesterday, or wasnt it the 14th of november
Well I think that Im in scotland
And Im walking through a forest in the rain
And I wonder if Ill fall in love again
We can never remember the things we always forget
Well, I think that Im invincible but when I think about it once again
I ask myself is this the way things end?
We can always remember the things we never forget
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Remember Always
Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you
Always remember to forget
The troubles that have passed away
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day
poem by Kat Mercado
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’Tis time for a change of heart!
I thank you profusely,
From the depths of my heart,
For promoting me, at last,
To Professor cadre.
If it had been earlier,
It would have been better;
It could have been better,
But it doesn’t matter.
Yet, was it in my fate?
I’as unique till date;
Was it because of others?
Whom I thought were brothers!
What’s past is past;
When things looked aghast;
But we know truth will last;
Though the world is fast.
But I am very glad,
That I’m no longer sad;
My image that seemed bad,
Is better now on pad.
Not a visit, I’ad made;
I call a spade a spade;
And I’as ne’er afraid,
Nor did I look for aid.
And all I know is this,
‘A man aright has bliss’
Though cruel be world’s kiss;
And things do go amiss.
When God is by my side;
And I in Him abide;
And truth is my great pride;
The stormy waves, I ride!
But why such things happen?
And why men jump the fen?
All fruits one day ripen;
All wells, one must deepen.
Why men choose easy routes?
Can one wear always boots?
We eat our parent’s fruits;
And go about in suits!
But shouldn’t we change for good?
Too much is poison-food;
And why to fret and brood?
And why to wear a hood?
Our stay on earth is short;
And life can well abort;
Lets change our minds and heart;
And practice genuine art.
All men are just brothers;
Lets think about others;
Some beasts do need feathers;
A thing with time weathers.
Don’t believe what some say;
Each man will have his day;
We go in God’s way;
Or for our blunders pay!
Lets make this world of men,
And things uneven, even;
Lets make the earth, Heaven;
In time that’s God-given!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: And This Is How a Poet Great Is Made!
This is the way a poet great is made,
From fire to the frying pan of men-
By sufferings! His name can never fade!
His glory reaches earth, also Heaven.
Without their knowledge, men help him to write;
Their provocations goad him do better;
All through his life, he struggles for things right;
And in the end, God frees him from fetter.
He blames no man for things that happen fast;
But everything is predestined by God;
He thanks his foes and friends and stars all past;
His gift of poetry is from the Lord!
And when a Bard he’s made, the world is dumb!
None can believe- his siblings, dad nor mom!
poem by John Celes
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Nothing In Heaven
Nothing
I mean not a Thing
Literally
No Things
Can You Imagine
That lack
Of Things?
Everything on the Earth
Stays on the Earth
Or under earth
If that be your preference
But nothing
Not one thing
Gets packed
No Things in Heaven
Let me say it
One more time
Not
One
Thing
Only you
And the memory
Of everyone
You ever loved
And every moment
Lived, but not
Lived for the love
Of Things
Can you dig that kind of Thing?
poem by Mary Havran
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Won't Back Down
I know what darkness means
(and the void you left for me)
the isolation stings
(so thick it wants to bleed)
the echoes in my brain
(all the things you said to me)
you took my everything
Now I'm coming for you
I won't back down
I will not bow
I've come to bring you hell
And I can't forget
things you did
I've come to bring you hell
The shadow that you see
(in the places that you sleep)
are memories of me
(you better pray your soul to keep)
the truth behind you eyes
(you know the things you never see)
your darkest little lies
(I'm coming for you)
I won't back down
I will not bow
I've come to bring you hell
And I can't forget things you did
I've come to bring you hell
All the scars that never heal
All the wounds that will not seal
I will not forget the days
Theses memories never fall
I won't back down
I will not bow
And I can't forget
things you did
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
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Sonnet: Live Aright, Man!
Who are we cheating- Man, oneself or God?
Our sins estrange us all from God/ heaven;
Misdeeds invite God’s wrath, judgment, fair rod;
And happily, more devils romp therein.
So many times, we forget God’s commands;
Engrossed in earthly chores, we forget soul;
Many a time, we stray in alien lands;
When things go wrong, we question Maker’s role!
The love of God can’t wish for man’s ruin;
The Maker loves to have back souls He made;
The heart of God can forgive any sin;
Man ought to live in ways that Maker bade.
The soul of man belongs to God alone;
And hell wasn’t made for men to moan and groan!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-30-2006
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Sonnet: Love
Love is what that made the Maker make man,
The world, the things in it, so that he can
Get to know His love through those things he made,
And conform to His tenets which He bade.
Love is that which makes man better than beasts
To participate in His divine feast;
Human love excels any in this world,
But cannot be better than that of God’s.
Love originates from the mind and heart
Of men, forming an inalienable part;
It is of many types and various hues
Of such complex nature, none can review.
Divine love is more than Ocean or sea;
The Creator’s ultimate mystic key.
poem by John Celes
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Question Marked Innocence
When we talked you promised
That you would never leave
Then I told you of the demons
And how they made me bleed
I made you promise crazy things
But your words weren’t enough
I couldn’t believe you loved me
I thought to love me was to tough
When I cry about my past
And say that I’m ashamed
I know that I am the one
Who is to be blamed
Then you hold me tight
And say that it’s okay
So I cry for my lack of innocence
And the things I couldn’t give away
When I can’t sleep through the night
And the memories start to hurt too much
I burn myself and tell you,
Because you’re the only one I trust
You say your better then you’re past
You tell me that I’m strong
You say that I’m the love of your life
But if you only knew
The kind of thoughts I think
And what I used to do
You tell me that it doesn’t matter
And that you love me anyway
So I cry for my stolen innocence
And the things I shouldn’t have given away
They all said my body lacked beauty
And it made my confidence fall apart
But when I let you look
You marveled at me like a work of art
I then held you close just to say
Remember this moment and don’t let it fade
So I cry for my question mark innocence
And the things I wish I gave away
I never felt a thing
Before I gave you my heart
And when those bad memories won’t fade
And I feel like I’ll fall apart
You will tell me you love me so
Then as you wrap your arms around me
And say you’ll never let me go
I know you really love me,
And you’ll keep me safe from harm
You know I’ve been hurt,
And abused in every kind of way
So I cry for my loss of innocence
And the things I gave away
poem by Lora Cooley
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