Sonnet: Through Science to Heaven
The computer has surely changed our lives;
All inventions can play havoc with souls;
From umptine vices, youth pleasure derives,
And misled children take up newer roles.
Don’t shun the newer gadgets coming in;
Machines should not alter our lives too much;
They should not help us land in mortal sin;
They should not give our bodies Satan’s touch.
Whatever comes anew has good and bad;
Self-control lies within our minds and hearts;
Too much of anything can turn us mad;
Our soul’s state matters first, when it departs.
Be not a slave to machines any time;
Let gadgets help us make our lives sublime.
9-7-2002
poem by John Celes
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Comforting
We understand the time must come
when one of us will have to leave.
The when not ours to command
but for our comfort we believe.
That we will surely meet again
in future lives, yet to be
as surely as we’ve met before
in lives hidden from memory.
Sometimes we’ve lived as man and wife.
In other lives played different roles.
No cause for jealousy or strife.
Pure love connects our kindred souls.
I have loved you since time began
though sometimes we are separate.
We come together when we can
which gives us cause to celebrate.
Each soul created has to learn
by hard experience usually.
Through each successive life in turn
until we reach maturity.
True love dies not it cannot do
love grants us immortality.
I state what we believe is true.
That we go on eternally
Though others may hold different views.
Derived from what they have been taught.
I think each one of us must choose.
Whatever offers us comfort.
(12-Nov-07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Mad Men In Metal Machines
...ignition...the message...faster, faster...
Transmission...engine...hes outa control, look at
The screen there, I cant control the trajectory of
The ship...
Mad men, metal machines
Circa 1995, he did the show, no ones alive
By fall of 1999, [...], look at it shine
Mad men in metal machines
Well look out for the ones with the energy beams
All the joys of working overtime
[...trying to... all of your lives]
Slipping into girls and boys
[...]
[tonight...]
[and ... each other...]
[new gun ... moving faster...]
Better make your move before its too late
Put away your wheelchair and cane, that you dont need
Recall that youve been changed
Relax, relax dont bend your mind
[... things will be fine]
Mad men in metal machines
Well look out for the ones with the energy beams
Look at all those men
Watching everybody on the video screen
[...scene]
Watch out for the ones with the energy beam
song performed by by Utopia
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Sonnet: The Younger Ones Must Be Better
It is pure joy to see one's children win,
More laurels than we did in our life-time;
It is so sad to see the world of sin,
The modern age, blind to the word sublime.
It is great joy to see our students do,
A feat far better than we did in our days;
It is so sad to see one lazy, too,
And waste his life on earth in umptine ways.
It is a joy that words cannot describe,
When youngsters outdo old-timers some way;
It is so sad to see a newer tribe,
Illiterate, half-naked, standing gay.
The youth must do much better than the old,
And keep their soul, mind, body fit and bold.
poem by John Celes
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The Funeral Song
Who will sing the funeral songs of mine?
O my dear heart
Think and observe all the elements
Than answers the question truly
Who will sing the songs of funeral for you?
Who will congratulate you on your ultimate success.
I sing the song of love,
The songs of my heart,
The ultimate pronounce for the sake of love.
Then who will sing the songs of my innocence heart
When all the songs of mine will stop for ever.
Lives comes, lives goes,
Death gives birth of new souls.
Behold the history of the love
The heart which processes the love
Acquire the immortality of heart.
Behold the history of love,
The heart which can love like those
Achieves the immortality of soul.
Only for the ability to worship the heart of love
Those can’t attain by any eternal senses.
Only the nominated, elected and selected souls
By the mercy of Heaven
Can have the power to love.
Love, earnestly love thy souls
And in return you will have the love.
The love will as sanctified as the love of you,
The love will concern with heart
As much as concern with your heart.
The heart will sing the funeral song for you,
The love will sing the love song for you,
The love will make you alive
In the mortal days of lives,
Worship your heart,
Remember your songs,
Nothing else nor the others
But only love, only love.
Only the love can survive you
After the thousands years of your death.
Though died, possesses a newer mortal life
I perceive the fact, I do perceive of fact.
The love will sing for you
I do confidently declare by the Lord’s name
The love will congratulate at your conquer
The love will sing the joyous song of your joy.
O love,
O the love,
I know, I hear and I behold.
The love,
The eco of love,
The alliteration of love.
I heed the echoes of love
From the origin of soul
To the present day of the life
From Adam to the computer.
I hear the echo,
I do hear the echo.
O the loving soul
Hold your ear in the air,
You also have the sound of the echo,
The sacred echo – love, love and love.
The love will sing the song for my funeral,
The love will congratulate me
With heartiest affection of love,
The love will remember me in the earth,
The love will give a newer birth of mine
After the death of my earthen form.
I do proud in this sense
I have the heart
And I have the potency,
The mighty Lord’s mercy
To love, to love earnestly.
The love, the ability to love,
This love will sing my funeral song
And alive me in this earth
Until the last day of the light of the sun.
I sing for this love,
I do sing for this love.
poem by Md. Moniruzzaman
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I think there's a tendency for modern man to become dominated by gadgets and machines, taking us further and further away from the things I've been talking about.
No Tears... He Lives!
another picker played
his last tune last night,
laid down his instrument,
and went home.....
and yet his music lives
in the hearts of those he moved,
in the memories of those he
helped mold by human touch....
in the prayers of those whose lives
were changed simply by
coming into contact with him....
in the spirit of freedom
giving hope to those he left behind...
no tears... he lives!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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World Poetry Day 2012 Poem: Corruption-eradication
Though cancer finds cures at times and
Cold wars abate when changes tides,
Hatred may transform to love but
The monster Corruption lives on!
Too ingrained in men's hearts, the vice
can change its forms and shapes with ease;
The roots are too widespread and deep;
Corruption defies erasure.
Whole lifetimes can't suffice to deal;
Fuelled by satan and legions,
It resists efforts to efface,
Remaining mother of vices!
Yet, good hearts can curb menace well;
A century of labour yields
A class of men when born anew
Who promise God to live straight lives.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-03-12
poem by John Celes
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We Work The Black Seam
This place has changed for good
Your economic theory said it would
Its hard for us to understand
We cant give up our jobs the way we should
Our blood has stained the coal
We tunneled deep inside the nations soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they cant control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
The seam lies underground
Three million years of pressure packed it down
We walk through ancient forest lands
And light a thousand cities with our hands
Your dark satanic mills
Have made redundant all our mining skills
You cant exchange a six inch band
For all the poisoned streams in cumberland
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they cant control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
Our conscious lives run deep
You cling onto your mountain while we sleep
This way of life is part of me
The is no price so only let me be
And should the children weep
The turning world will sing their souls to sleep
When you have sunk without a trace
The universe will suck me into place
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they cant control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
song performed by by Sting
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Sonnet- 'Tis Easiest Listening to God
All things we do, may not be good for us;
Some things we yearn for, God denies for goods;
Nevertheless, we must never God curse;
He knows soul's poison's from virtuous foods.
We can't-expect miracles all the-time;
Sometimes, God allows us to struggle much;
Our sufferings could turn our lives sublime;
God heals the wounds of heart with Grace's touch.
Yet, God prefers all souls to heed to Him;
Each one is meant to do some special things;
And yet, the soul should be most pure and trim.
For Heaven's skies needs Birds with righteous wings!
And when we listen to whatever God tells;
We will some day surely toll Heaven's bells.
poem by John Celes
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Loose Talk Costs Lives
(b gibb)
Loose talk costs lives
People like to play
Were basically the same
We never lie
Loose talk costs lives
Dont look at me as if you dont remember me at all
There was laughter, there was pain
But I wont make the same mistakes I made
You are too beautiful to me
I hide my tears inside the rain
Am I the soul you cast your spell upon
I had control and now its gone
Or are you someone who controls my heart and mind
And I will never say a word
And I will never say goodbye
Loose talk costs lives
People like to play
Were basically the same
We never lie
Loose talk costs lives
I can see that someone hung a sign around your heart
And it reads do not return
And there is so much trouble I could cause
Someone as beautiful as you
You can feel my candle burn
And I still recall some starry night
We had it all, we held on tight
I promised I would come to you and catch you if you fall
And they will never know about us
For just one moment you were mine
Loose talk costs lives
People like to play
Were basically the same
We never lie
Loose talk costs lives
For just one moment, just one moment, you were mine
Loose talk costs lives
(our moment held in time)
People like to play
Were basically the same
We never lie
Loose talk costs lives
Loose talk costs lives
People like to play
Were basically the same
We never lie
Loose talk costs lives
song performed by by Bee Gees
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On Platina Prosperus Spiriteus
The Man whose Judgement Joynd with force of Witt
The lives of Popes & lives of Heroes writt
Who sung true Pleasure showd ye Golden mean
And taught Wild Youth to shun ye Lovers pain
Who wrote all this—Who more than this designd
All fine impressions of Celestial mind
That Man that Platina so lately fled
From earth to silent Darkness is not dead
Evn Death is here restraind ye stroke he gives
has killd the man ye Writer ever lives.
poem by Thomas Parnell
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Obituary of a Renowned Indian Surgeon
A noble soul has passed away from earth!
He touched the hearts of thousands since his birth;
He sowed the seeds of sympathy and love,
Akin to that, that flows from God above!
His life was one of devotion to work;
He lit the lives of those living in dark;
He brought back joy to some who had lost it;
He made their bodies unhealthy, most fit!
He served his God by serving his brethren;
He made the world around him like heaven;
He left his glory upon earth for now;
His glory waits in God’s city above!
Such souls are rare who live for others’ sake;
Such creatures come from Maker’s special make;
Such lives have made this world like paradise;
Their lives will stay forever like sunrise!
This surgeon’s knife now rests in others’ hands!
His fame and name has spread to many lands;
His trail was etched on exemplary sands;
He’s gone to join the Maker’s choicest bands!
His noble life will pave the way for more;
He chose to enter God-sent newer door;
His love for human beings formed life’s core;
His example was one unseen before!
Such flowers blossom rarely once a while,
Perfuming air that spreads beyond the mile;
Their beauty has to wither but in style,
Remaining on the pages of God’s file!
‘May his soul rest in peace, till time shall some day cease! ’
Fondly dedicated with reverence to the philanthropist Dr.N.S. Murali, Hon. Sec., VHS, Chennai.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-5-2009
poem by John Celes
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Technology
When i turn the television on
i change the channels on and on
i find the right channel with the remote control
i see my idols, they make me lose control! !
When i turn the computer on,
i go to websites in the internet
typing its letters with the keyboard
clicking games with the mouse,
and with no one disturbing me, cause i do it in my house
from generation to generation,
gadgets and gizmo's made by amazing inventors
but three things so simple, i cant be without,
the remote control, keyboard and mouse,
dont need to outside, their inside my house
poem by Trisha Mae Galia
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The Conumdrum of War
I am on my knees
As I say a little prayer to thee
In my minds eyes I see death
In my heart I feel the pain
Why must we live to the music of war?
That condemns our souls to damnation
Why must lost souls forever be taken from this realm
Just because humanity has the need to say they are right in what they believe
We continue to waste the lives that we are given to lead
We continue to take the unexpected lives of the innocent soul
Why must this be forever a part of humanity?
Where is the harm in giving your heart and soul?
In the right of all that lives in faith and harmony
I have said it before and I will say it again
We must choose the path that will set our souls free
Give up the wars that condemn our societies
Give your heart to thine neighbors, friends, and family
Let the conundrum of war burn out the fire of hatred
Moreover, once more dare I dream?
Why not make this dream become real
©Copyright Kaila George 2012
poem by Kaila George
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Lost
Find out, care for them.
Fear the spawn, fear lies dead.
Believe you come with me.
You'll soon know, god destroys lives.
Call for, my future.
In the graves, souls find rest.
The search for lives fortune.
We find you, find your remains.
Find out, care for them.
Fear the spawn, fear lies dead.
You'll suffer here we go.
We're dead, the sights we're in for.
Why wage, tortured lives.
Through life's, burning sun.
Torture is, torn hearts.
Death for, death is for the opposed.
Set back, you face pain.
And fight, wolves pack run.
You face pain.
You face pain.
Your soul just lost time.
Lost time.
Why wage, tortured lives.
Through life's, burning sun.
Torture is, torn hearts.
Death for, death for opposed.
Set back, you face pain.
And fight, bad wolves run.
Death to, all this war of lies.
Watch out, your soul just lost time.
Your soul just lost time.
Lost time.
For those, butchered hearts.
Take the fears, squeeze fast.
Sign on to refuel.
The touch of your face, is sealed.
song performed by by Obituary
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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!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Beware of Porn!
The unnatural ways, some use body parts
Appears they’re but part of fiendish arts
Of people’s minds which are fully obsessed,
And souls and bodies by devils possessed.
They seem like satan’s followers on earth
Practicing demoniac rites since their birth;
Desecrating the beauty of all things,
Profaning everything good that life brings.
With minds gone awry beyond all limits,
Reveling in internet global hits,
Corrupting minds and hearts to sins galore,
Making each person turn into a whore!
God save all souls from devils on rampage,
And vices, sins of web-based modern age!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-1-2009
poem by John Celes
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Pull The Trigger
Call up the guns
Beat on the drums
Join the hell
Grey magazines
Evil machines
Zero two ten
Eighty-eight millimetre mortal rounds
AK 47's make a hell of a sound
Rolling thunder's gonna get the better of you
If you wanna get ahead and win the hearts and minds
You gotta pull - pull - pull - pull the trigger
Fire your guns
You gotta pull - pull - pull - pull the trigger
Fire your guns
Pick up the phone
Start up the drones
Radio base
Head outta town
On enemy ground
Nothing to tell
Chain of command
News on demand
Security leaks
Innocent lives
Desperate lies
Deny all reports
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Pet and Gadget
My grandpa spent his leisure with pets
I don’t get time from my gadgets.
Busy in my gadgets till I can endure
leaving dear pets fully ignored.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Teach
softly we walk this earth
when we die, we become the dirt.
so while we live, we must learn to share.
and show others that we care.
we must live our lives and take control.
before we begin to lose our soul.
when we go to church to pray
we must ask the LORD for another day.
to try to get our lives on track
and on evil 'turn our back'
the children are our future
'is this all we have to give '?
if we don't teach them
how are they going to live?
teach! as the apostles taught all others
teach! as if there was no others
teach! so that our children could see
that there is a future beyond you and me.
poem by Louis Rams
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