Sonnet: The Maker Alone Can Be the Taker
How can the God who loves to create, kill?
How can man commit murders foul on earth?
How can God forgive man’s heinous crime-bill?
The God of love chooses each life ’fore birth!
When man kills unborn fetuses in womb,
And spends huge sums of money doing so,
What’s wrong if Almighty brings man to tomb,
By Nature’s furies, strife and deathly woe?
No man has rights to contradict God’s ways?
The Master knows His Universe in full;
’Tis up to Him to change our earthly days;
Man’s misdoings on earth must reach a lull.
No man predicts that from sleep, he will wake;
The God who makes life only can retake!
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Earthly Laws and ‘in utero’ Baby Rights!
Womb’s environs must be made conducive
For growth of every seed God-implanted;
The birth-canal is road to every life
That seeks a state of separate existence!
Man ought to help the life within the womb
To grow and get nourishment that’s timely;
Let none convert the sacred womb to tomb,
Enacting laws to curb birth ruthlessly!
Why muffle throats that yearn to raise ‘first cry’,
And see their parents’ faces and God’s sky!
The laws on earth shouldn’t make life worse in womb,
Curtailing growth of human progeny!
‘Unwanted child’ is no excuse to kill!
God heals some unborn, unhealthy and ill!
A few jurors can’t decide mankind’s fate,
And tilt the balance against life each time!
All forms of life get innate rights from God,
Including growth, birth, earthly existence;
No king or leader shall undo these rights
Of life, God-made or hinder their free birth!
If those already born have rights plenty,
If birth alone can give a person rights,
Why can’t such rights be given to the child,
By making way for birth in the first place?
There is no reason good enough to kill
The life allowed by God within the womb;
The laws in sacred womb are Nature-made!
No earthly law should permeate the womb.
Give freedom to be born to the unborn!
No God of life can watch with patience more,
When man can destroy millions unborn lives!
No tomb can ever yield a single birth!
When save you want a life that’s ebbing fast,
Why hinder lives that yearn to see the light?
He/she who kills within the womb will kill
By habit anyone already born!
The soul without the grace of God could do
More heinous crimes upon the planet earth;
A homicide is taking others’ lives –
Within the womb or without are both crimes!
God spare the lives of millions denied birth!
How can such murders foul give someone mirth?
The unseen tears of unborn kids brings curse;
Their unheard pleas to man will make lives worse!
If man can kill his child before ‘first cry’,
When man can torture children while in womb,
And bring about their death and destruction,
His heart has turned all cold and loveless too!
Denying freedom of God-destined births?
The woman’s womb belongs to her, sans seed!
Once seeded, it belongs to her seed now!
Eugenics is still far-fetched than real!
Life’s values cannot change in womb/ ex womb!
Abortion on demand can’t give the right
To kill a baby that can thrive on own!
Each baby has the right to live like all.
The days are not far-off when world demands
All invalids and elderly to die!
The theories Eugenics speaks are not true
Or proved beyond a doubt or time-tested!
No doctor can afford to use his ken
To abet crimes of sinful men, women!
Most ‘statistics’ are some-how error-prone;
No man can judge the worthiness of life!
The laws outside the womb can’t stifle life
That grows within the womb, awaiting birth!
Allow the unborn child to be born, man;
No man can add an hour to his life-span!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-26-2009
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Abortion
If mother kills her child in womb,
And this is not a sin or crime,
Why shouldn’t one kill others by bomb,
Or murder innocents each time?
The ‘seed’ implant in utero,
Is precious life, allowed by God,
And has all rights to live, be born
And see the world that God has made!
When homicide per se is crime,
Attracting punishment on earth,
How much more is infanticide
And abortion of unborn child?
What mother is she who would kill
Her unborn child, while still in womb-
An act against Almighty’s Will,
And turn the place of birth, a tomb?
No God of love will allow this
Great sin by modern Adams, Eves;
For, God is fair to all creatures-
Beast or man, big or small, with soul!
You shall not kill a human being
For, murder is a mortal sin,
Inviting mighty wrath of God-
Eternal Damnation, the rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-11-2008
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Stop Abortions, Now!
A billion killed within the womb each year!
Must people kill their kith and kin and dear?
The spattered blood pleads for revenge to God;
Such cruel deaths will invoke God’s just rod!
No excuses can cover up the blot;
Women, beware of this insane a plot;
The distress cries of unborn babes will ring
Throughout your life and woes galore could bring!
Guilty are makers of this policy!
The procurers can’t mask their idiocy!
The leaders can’t escape their major role
Of murders in the womb, loss of each soul!
Condemn the barbaric methods in vogue;
Such killers aren’t better than any rogue;
If taking lives is part of ‘good health care’,
Then deaths from Nature’s furies are but fair!
Are unborn babies ‘lambs’ of sacrifice?
Is womb-killing a virtue then, not vice?
Each life within the womb was made by God;
No human being dare challenge the Lord!
The murders foul will bring down curses great;
Then sufferings on earth will not abate;
Abortions can’t curtail the people’s growth;
More things are wrought by prayers and good faith!
Why kill your own in ruthless, heinous ways?
Why buy the wrath of God in your earth-days?
‘Accept the ways of Nature’, Maker says;
Obey God’s codes to fill your soul with grace!
'Abortions, the Blot in Modern Health Care Delivery'
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-31-2009
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Have Mercy on thy Children, Man!
’Tis only man who kills his own
offsprings while in their mother’s womb;
And turns his human heart to stone,
and sanctity of womb to tomb!
The womb is now a slaughter-house!
The child can’t see the light of day;
The blame doesn’t go to either spouse;
The unborn children have no say!
What evil heart dares bring piecemeal
The little ‘homo sapiens’,
Forgetting it can sense and feel,
And lies in womb without defence!
The life within the womb hasn’t rights;
Parents decide the unborn’s fate;
No one will change the poor child’s plight;
Millions have died this way till date!
What cruel gadgets harm the child,
Dismembering it while alive!
Such things aren’t done by beasts in wild,
Freedom to live, can man deprive?
When man can kill his own like this,
What wrath can fill the heart of God!
Will Nature not deny him bliss,
And give him on earth stern a rod?
Man, have a heart for little ones;
Life is life in the tiniest ant!
If you pile corpses in the tons,
No living God will hear your chant.
All human lives are sacred most;
Man can’t kill babies and then boast;
Such murders will become a ghost,
And haunt him life-time, turning worst!
The God who allows life to start
Cannot forgive the man who kills,
For flimsy reasons without heart by
In ruthless ways and ev’n pills!
Oh, stop these senseless killings, man!
Lest scourge of God fall upon you!
Do good and increase your life-span;
Let evil thoughts not woo you through!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-24-2009
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Abortions on the Increase
The world kills babies by the millions;
What cruel hearts could love to kill their own?
The babies killed are wholesome and healthy;
But Nature kills just those who can’t survive.
The right to life is baby’s basic right;
To kill a new-born babe is not correct;
God sees the tears of unborn babies all;
The God of life will punish those who kill.
The guilt of abortion can wreck one’s life;
Some mothers have committed suicide;
What insane minds dare kill their unborn kids?
Though maimed, some fetuses are born alive!
No species kills its own within the womb;
The right to life is prime for all species;
All parents rear their young ones though deformed;
But man alone kills babies though well-formed!
Oh, won’t you stop such treacherous killing?
Breast cancer afflicts mothers who abort;
Abortions lead to more miscarriages;
Stop murder of unborn babies in womb.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-4-2008
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Abortion Revisited
The Sculptor makes each masterpiece,
With equal labor, love and care;
But human beings murder own,
Unlike the beasts, who know not God.
While many yearn for just one child,
And families on earth vanish,
As God denies the gift of child:
Yet, those with children kill offspring?
The Maker makes some wombs sterile;
The Maker makes some, more fertile;
What ruthless hearts dare murder babes-
That bear semblance to God Himself!
Don’t expect mercy from the Lord,
Who loves all creatures, great and small;
He gave man freedom and free will:
That is abused by earthlings still.
God hears the pleas of unborn babes,
(Who wish to see the world, God made)
All murdered by their own parents-
A treachery, deserving hell.
Behold the unborn’s curse shall bring
Unwanted woes and suffering,
That punishes generations,
However mighty are nations.
No species kill their very own!
All babies have freedom to live;
No human being kills by right,
Another in the human race.
Abortion is a heinous crime;
Procured abortion is a Sin;
All lives are lives in utero;
No one has right to abortion.
The baby in the womb has rights;
A life that’s formed by God in womb,
Has right to exist after birth!
To God, all lives are truly same!
Show me some beasts that kill offspring!
Don’t they struggle to rear their young?
Why human beings turn ‘beast-like,
When God is merciful to them?
The unborn child needs dignity;
Unwanted babies are God’s gems;
If you can’t spare your baby’s life,
God’s rod befalls you like a knife!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-26-2008
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A Rethink on Abortions
The time has come for all to think-
A babe in womb is also life;
No one with conscience would dare kill,
Nor dismember a life with skill.
Do we all eat to vomit food?
Do we all drink to bring it out?
Why let a ‘seed’ grow in the womb,
And pare the ‘seedling’ fully grown?
O noble souls that heal all wounds!
You took your oath to save all lives;
Let conscience dictate all your ways;
Let not your hand cut string of life!
Life is most sacred when human;
You should not kill for merely fun;
When you can’t make one human part,
Why kill a human babe with art?
Should mankind turn a killer-race?
Should doctors serve, abetting crime?
No law can suppress one’s conscience,
That tells you what is right or wrong.
The unborn baby in the womb
Is also life, like me and you;
Why make its place of birth, a tomb?
The God of life won’t forgive you.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-24-2008
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Man, Thou Shalt Not Kill!
Each human child by God is made
In His image own, with love, care;
To take a life is God-forbade,
No human being shall then dare!
Each human child is called by name,
While growing in the womb by God;
To murder is a sin and shame
Inviting Maker’s just rod!
The law of lands may change with time,
But lives God-made must stay untouched;
To kill is both a sin and crime,
And cannot be ignored or hushed!
The curse of God shall be upon
The man/ woman who kill the child;
The pleas of revenge of unborn
Will bring a punishment, not mild!
To urge someone to kill is just
The work of Satan with much plan;
Such human beings are accursed:
Let all know this – man or woman!
So, spare the life within the womb;
Let every life see world God-made;
The place of birth can’t turn a tomb;
Without blooming, no bud may fade!
‘Abortion is a mortal sin and heinous crime! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-16-2010
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Be Very Patient
Be very patient,
The potter's clay;
Be very wise,
The writer's pen;
Be very useful,
Of the muse of life with a living hope;
Let your yes be yes and your no be no.
Life is like the patience of Iyyob,
So abstain from fleshly lust;
Like the days of our visitations on this earth.
Sarah obeyed Abraham,
Like the sea and the seashore;
So established are the two witnesses.
Oh womb, womb, womb!
Oh bomb, bomb, bpomb! !
Oh tomb, tomb, tomb! ! !
Be very patient in this life.
Womb. bomb, tomb;
The womb is opened.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The earth is defiled.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The time of trouble on this earth with our muses.
Our bombs will shake the heavens,
And our sins will led us to our tombs;
As it is written in the Book Of Life like,
A child born today from the womb.
We came out of the womb and,
Many of us will be killed by the bombs! !
Which will finally send us into the tombs.
Read about the facts,
Learn about the truth,
Our days of darkness from the womb!
We came out of the womb and,
Are destroying the world with our bombs;
Soon, we will be buried in the tombs!
Womb, bomb, tomb;
Be very patient on this earth without hatred.
Lets be each others keeper,
Lets learn for the truth of all things;
Our days on this earth is still very short.
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God Abhors Murder
‘Thou shalt not kill! ’
–Outside the womb or inside it.
The life-Giver can always take;
The life-rearer dare never kill!
Life is God-given most precious wealth on earth;
No human being shalt take life or abet,
Except the Giver in His time by right!
Pro-life’s the way, the world goes on;
Pro-life’s the only way, we can exist;
Pro-life’s meant for all ages, sex;
Pro-life’s patron is God himself!
Do not provoke God’s wrath through murders foul;
Do not invoke His anger by killing;
Do not annul the blessings pre-destined,
By murdering the unborn in the womb!
Shame on a society that kills its own!
Accursed be leaders according license;
When saving lives is health-care’s main ethics,
Abortion, mercy-killing have no place!
The lives we try to save are scarce;
The ones we kill are so many;
More lives perish when humans err!
Like doctors, mothers too shan’t kill!
Why pluck the buds that aren’t blossomed?
Why destroy trees are quite old?
The elderly now tend to kids,
But children don’t want them old-aged!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-12-2009
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Abortion is Outright Murder
You have no right to kill yourself;
You have no right to kill your own;
You have no right to kill others;
No one has right to kill someone.
Abortion kills the babe unborn;
Abortion kills the babe in womb;
Abortion is murder outright;
Abortion’s not anyone’s right!
Parents shouldn’t kill their progeny;
‘Aborting parents’ are killers;
Parents are like terrorists then!
Abortion isn’t doctors’ duty!
Doctors are meant to just save lives;
Doctors can’t abet murders, man;
Health care can’t include abortions!
Health care must only extend life.
Doctors are healers, life-savers;
Parents are rearers, life-carers;
Health care must try to avoid deaths;
Health care shouldn’t lead to murders foul!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-17-2009
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Abortion is Evil
Baby, are you gonna kill
Your baby in the womb, again?
Baby, can you stay happy,
Walking in this sinful lane?
Your choice, you wanna exercise
Means murder cold-blooded of child;
The guilt, ill-effects of this vice
Can haunt all life and are not mild.
Each child that’s formed is by God’s grace –
A priceless wealth that He bestows;
The womb is made to keep the race,
In proper number, in due course.
Good parenting begins in womb;
Abortion can’t give you mind’s peace;
The sacred womb that turns a tomb,
Can’t help you live your days in ease.
You knew what sex can sometimes bring –
The unborn child’s no life-less mass!
The death-knell for the child you ring –
A curse could befall you, Alas!
So, baby, do not abort, please;
You cannot go against God’s plan;
Accept the unborn child with peace
And God will add your earth’s life-span!
Mothers, must you kill again?
Fathers, must you abet crime?
Don’t hold your unborn with disdain;
Each child brings joy and blessings prime!
God gifts parents, children by lease,
And forms them without big disease;
Take heart and deliver them, please;
God will bless you and give you peace!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-21-2009
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Stop Abortions in the New Year,2010! ’
Let nations boasting freedom free
The womb’s children, sentenced to death,
Affording them a passage safe,
Through birth canal or Caesarean!
‘Stop Abortions! ’ in New Year then;
Let earth turn haven and heaven
To tiny ‘Homo sapiens’ in
Wombs human: ‘Give room in the inn! ’
Let atheist nations stop killing
Of God-made lives within the womb,
And end the murders foul, chilling,
Respecting life of all offspring!
Let New Year give the unborn hope –
Of delivery without harm,
Of seeing earth that God has made,
Of praising God for life precious!
Let leaders have a change of heart,
And give dignity of life to all
The creatures made by God of Life,
Who cannot bear to see lives lost!
Stop aborting your own offspring;
Have mercy on the unborn child;
God will shower on you blessing;
O spare the lamb that’s meek and mild!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-31-2009
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Womb to womb to tomb
I am born unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before I take birth once again unto another womb
Then as mark of respect
A tomb shall man place on that womb
To remind the world
That this day a man
Was, born unto this womb.
Before another birth I seek
To live another life in another womb
In the seas of life I shall swim
Before I am once again ready
To take birth unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before, I take birth once again to be entombed.
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Children’s Day 2011
The bud that tried to form some way
Was disallowed from doing so;
The bud that sprung out fine one day
Couldn’t blossom like how others do.
The buds that bloomed into flowers
Got plucked or crushed before they grew;
The flowers that found the rain showers
Got withered unseeded by dew!
When children are future adults on earth,
Why parents choose to play God while in womb?
And kill them mercilessly before birth,
Converting their first home into a tomb!
When love of God has formed them healthy, hale,
Should mom or dad decide their destiny?
And if to Maker unborn tell their tale,
God’s rage will rise supporting the tiny!
Let parents love their kids before their birth;
Let unborn see world’s grandeur that’s God-made;
Let human beings be humane on earth;
Let love of life be prime and hatred fade!
Allow all children to be born and fed;
Give them the love and tender care they need;
Bestow the warmth and human touch in bed;
Let children grow like mammoth trees from seed!
On Children’s Day, let love enter young hearts;
Let children not be unwanted on earth;
Let children not be used as man’s spare-parts;
Let every nation feel proud by their birth!
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Lamentations of an Abortus
God knew me ev’n before I was conceived;
He blessed me to be formed wholesome in womb;
He had great ideas for me to do;
I was so eager therefore, to be born.
Just when I was all set to be born live,
I knocked the womb’s door. My mom did not heed;
I knocked for long and pleaded to be born;
How I wished to make my parents happy!
I longed to see my daddy and my mom;
I yearned to be fondled and kissed by them;
I loved to show the baby doll, I was;
My dreams were shattered: I was aborted!
Oh, mother dear, what folly had I done?
Did I ask God to be born as your son?
Was I not life like daddy and my mom?
I had been murdered for no crime of mine.
The love of God which formed me must be shocked;
How foolish men and women try to be;
They do not hesitate to kill their own;
How mean to kill the baby that’s unborn!
Forgive my mother’s mortal sin, O God!
For, if you don’t, she’s bound to land in hell;
Forgive my father’s iniquities, Lord;
Forgive them both; I wish they will REPENT.
O God, I pray to meet them in Heaven;
Shower your mercy on them both, O Lord;
Forgive them for their heinous crime and sin;
Control your wrath and forgive mom and dad.
This is my prayer to you Lord, O God;
This is my final wish for now, I’m dead;
Please spare my parents from your stern just rod;
Dear God, by devils, they were both misled!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-16-2008
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The Babe in the Womb
This is my home;
This is my own;
I am alone;
No one’s welcome!
It is all free
For ten months’ time;
My sweet home prime,
Where I must be!
On watery bed,
I sleep for hours;
And time does pass,
And I’m not dead!
I have no shocks;
I roll about;
I do not shout;
I get no knocks!
A home, my size;
I grow, it grows;
God is my Boss;
Things are so nice.
With door just shut,
None come inside;
With God beside,
My splendid hut!
And this is where
I must stay on,
Until I’m born,
And need some air!
All is silent;
There is no light;
Things are quite bright;
I pay no rent!
God talks to me;
Calls me by name;
Reminds my aim;
To me sweetly.
I need no food;
The Lord feeds me
A meal bloody;
And things look good.
My mother calls;
I hear her not;
To sleep, I’ve got;
There are no falls!
I am all nude;
A satin-sheet,
Covers me neat,
To keep my mood!
My eyes are closed;
I cannot see
With clarity;
But I am poised;
God loves me much;
He watches me
So tenderly,
With magic touch.
I dream of days,
Of life on earth,
After my birth,
If born, in case!
I want to see
The world God made;
I wish to wade
In earthly sea!
I wish to feel
The sun’s great heat,
And place my feet
Like gliding eel.
All seems so well;
Will I be born?
Will I be torn
Apart, like hell?
I have a life
Like everyone;
I want some fun,
Despite some strife!
I hear of laws
Preventing birth,
On recent earth,
Where man is boss!
Could they kill me?
I am afraid;
I am God-made
To live freely!
Don’t make the womb,
A slaughter-house;
I bear no grouse;
Don’t build my tomb!
Have mercy, God!
I wanna live;
My love, I’ll give;
Spare me from rod.
Have pity, mum!
Don’t you love me?
I love to see
You, dad at home!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-25-2009
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Stop Aborting Hereafter; Avoid the Wrath of God!
How dare you kill a lovely baby hale?
How ruthless can your heart become at times!
How foolish calling babies ‘unwanted'!
How sad you murder cold-blooded your own!
Each child is life uniquely made by God;
Each child is God's love, mercy in flesh-form;
Each child is precious to the Maker's eyes;
Each child is gift divine and heaven's bliss!
Abortion is foul murder every time;
Abortion can't become health-care at all;
Abortion turns the sacred womb, a tomb!
Abortion leaves an anguished heart and mind!
Avoid the mortal sin of abortion;
The act displeases God - Giver of Life!
The unborn child's blood pleads God for revenge;
How can a God most fair remain silent?
How can you kill your own offspring in life?
How can you stay happy on earth by crime?
How can you blunt your conscience that's right?
Must you abort and think it bestows joy?
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Sonnet: The Right Way to Live
A Chameleon on earth one soon becomes!
The safest way to live and pass one’s days;
And quickly then amass huge money sums,
To spend one’s life in rather pleasant ways.
The man who is honest suffers a lot;
The poor woman is turned into harlot;
From pillar to post for a gowpenful,
Of food they go but can’t be deceitful.
No doubt, ’tis a hostile, horrendous world!
A sinful life imbues the soul so fast;
’Tis wise to live straight, dignity unsold;
For earthly treasures cannot for long last.
Life has much ups and downs in its journey,
However, you win or lose this tourney!
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Save the Human Embryo
If man cannot protect his own species,
Then, who else will?
If man cannot ensure life’s dignity,
Then, who else will?
If man cannot preserve womb’s sanctity,
Then, who else will?
If man will not allow emerging life,
Then, who else will?
Life’s life, however big or small;
Life is precious to every beast and all;
The Life-Giver hasn’t allowed man to kill,
Why take the lives God-made within the womb
Although healthy, and not quite ill?
Should man not love his own offsprings?
Who can decide who’s wanted, unwanted?
God calls the unborn child by name!
Man should not call its birth, a shame!
Only the fool would spill the seed
Upon the ground that’s meant for it,
And seeing sproutlings come out, bit by bit,
Prevent their growth, by every means he thinks fit!
Why spill the seeds at all in the first place?
No man has rights to kill or maim,
The innocent, unarmed and downtrodden;
If serving man is man’s prime aim,
He can’t serve God in ways hidden!
No God who gives the breath of life to clay,
And calls these forms man and woman,
Would ev’r accept their right to kill and say,
‘Science must be fostered in every way! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-11-2009
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