Sonnet: Union’s Strength
When ants in hundreds cut a snake, piece-meal,
The moral says that union is strength;
A smaller group can bigger foes too deal;
One’s brain-work matters, not the body length!
God made all animals optimally;
The small size does not always mean weakness;
He gave them needed skills liberally;
The Almighty has heart of great kindness.
But man finds fault with Maker’s creation;
When we stand united, then victory comes;
There is a need to stifle ambition;
Simple are solutions to complex sums!
Sometimes, some lions join to take a fawn!
Sometimes, a king or queen fall to a pawn!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-24-2008
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Sonnet: Precisely-made Man!
God placed for man both eyes in front of face,
Unlike the beasts with eyes on either side:
A special sense to see in human race,
And ears to hear all sounds, and touch beside.
God placed each part in ideal site for all;
If slightly misplaced, one would look so weird;
Within the human heart, He placed a wall,
Allowing man to grow a moustache, beard.
Creator made each creature ideally!
His sense of creation was good and keen;
All things, He gave to man optimally;
But finding fault was man’s nature quite mean!
Man cannot do a thing better than God,
But sometimes, considers himself as Lord!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-8-2008
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Sonnet: From Soldier-ants To God
Who gave the soldier-ants their formic-sting?
So small a brain yet, intellect so vast;
To run in columns, organise and bring,
Their prey piece-meal and larvae very fast.
To choose their sites of nest-building on trees;
To glue the leaves with spider-like resin;
To sentinel their nest in war and peace;
To labor ceaselessly and wars to win.
What wondrous creatures, ants tho’ small can be?
Their industry, man ought to emulate;
In sun and rain and wind, they slog truly;
They stood the test of centuries till date.
How much more splendid Being, God must be?
The universe’s Ruler, Almighty!
8-26-2002
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Sonnet: Today’s World 2011
The family size is small; relatives scant;
The world though huge is looking rather small!
There is no end to human needs and want!
Blame man for his misdeeds and evils all.
Man takes great risks in useless things, mundane;
He finds scarce time to think about his soul;
He is engrossed in wealth that isn’t divine;
Man’s unaware of his ultimate goal.
Most precious time and health go all awaste;
Man is aware that worldly things can’t last;
Sans conscience, with science, man lives in haste!
Yet, he won’t learn from blunders, faults of past.
‘HighTech’ has made man’s heart very selfish.
Man has forgotten Maker’s love and wish!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-11-11
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An Awesome God
Within the little head of ant
Is lodged a brain, so cute in size,
That caters to its needs of life –
A splendid miniature device!
Within the mammoth elephant,
Exists a brain of such large size,
Enough to meet its earthly wants –
A wonderful design of God!
The God of love created all
With perfect body, heart and mind;
Yet, man is dissatisfied still,
And keeps on finding faults with God!
But God made man the creature best,
With soul to know his creator;
Yet, man forgets the Almighty,
And tries to live all by himself!
The caring God loves man much more,
And sent His only Son Jesus,
To live a human life sinless,
And die for mankind’s sins on cross.
Oh, what an awesome God, we know!
Insignificant man must bow
To God’s omnipotence somehow,
Obey Him and never say, ‘No! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-27-2009
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Sonnet: Do Not Judge Others Rashly
’Tis easy pointing fingers at others;
’Tis easy passing rash judgments on all;
’Tis easy finding faults with your brothers;
’Tis easy making fun when others fall!
Measures you use unto every neighbour
Shall turn to be the ones used against you;
Let not the people’s blunders you bother;
Don’t jump to conclusions as some may do.
Great deal of wisdom is needed to judge;
Leave God to judge your foes who hunt you down;
Justice and fairness stand upon a ledge;
Even the wise are prone to errs common!
Don’t pass unfair judgements on innocents;
You can’t undo any day, thus made dents!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-01-12
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Sonnet: When Money Becomes God!
When man believes that pelf is everything,
And goes after money with planning, wise,
From pauper soon, he rises to be king,
He lands up quickly, playing dice, in vice!
From big money, he can make bigger sums,
And forgets God and trusts in his own power;
Big ideas, his mind and heart welcomes;
For his new love, He builds a high tower!
Then money turns to be his master prime;
His virtues disappear without a trace;
For spiritual needs, he cannot find the time;
His moral values fall in rapid pace!
The heart of rich turns godless to the core;
The wrath of God shuts firmly heaven's door!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 24-07-12
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Sonnet: On Holy Matrimony
When man, woman join in Matrimony,
And take their vow to live their life on earth,
As husband, wife, in Lord’s name, not money:
Blessed are they both and those who brought them forth.
True marriage is when God solemnizes
The union of the opposite sexes,
For bringing forth children without vices,
Thro’ sacred, heterosexual nexus!
When persons of the same sex associate,
It is a sinful union alone;
They may express their love, not procreate-
How can they call it marriage, on their own?
Homosexuality’s sin in eyes of God;
Attracting Almighty God’s awful rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-16-2008
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Sonnet: God’s Expectations from Men
The first and best of things belong to God;
The Maker wants to test our love for Him;
God’s expectations aren’t something quite odd;
When we do so, He keeps our life more trim.
The first of harvests done must go to God,
And be it grain or fruit, this must be so;
When we do thus, God will surely reward;
To Almighty, the best of lambs must go!
Offer your first-born to the Almighty;
God blesses them and bestows special grace;
God safe-guards children earmarked specially;
Such sacrifices brighten up God’s face.
What shall we give the Giver of all things?
He is the living God and King of kings!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-6-2008
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The Hole in the Sky!
There’s a hole in the sky,
Amidst the rain-bearing clouds,
And only when the gap is closed,
Will the rain finally come,
To quench the intense thirst,
Of the lands’ parched lips!
There’s a hole in the sky,
That allows U-V rays,
So dangerous to human lives,
Becoming bigger everyday:
It is the Ozone Hole!
Let’s blame our flouro-carbons!
There’s a hole in the sky!
And children try to fill the gap,
To place the final picture-piece,
And make the landscape painting whole;
But the job is so tough:
A losing battle, it sure seems.
There’s a hole in the sky!
It should not become bigger;
Let’s strive to keep it smaller,
For health of human beings.
Let’s patch up the hole while we can,
Reducing risks to our lives!
The sky is our protector;
The sky is our rain-giver;
The sky is our benefactor;
Let’s keep the hole not agape;
Let’s work to close the Hole
In the sky, and keep our lives, whole!
No ladder is just tall enough;
No pulley is quite strong enough;
When children join to try to solve
The Herculean puzzle then,
Why shouldn’t mankind as a whole?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-4-2008
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Sonnet: All Things Are Possible for God
The God who made all creatures most perfect,
Is fairest Judge of all, in universe;
But man has turned the earth so imperfect
And tends to make it even much more worse!
The God who made all creatures, big and small
Is duty-bound to give them, fair a deal;
He loves all creatures: man, the most of all;
Takes care of every want and every meal!
The Maker guards the poor, unfortunate:
Takes special care of handicapped and weak;
And yet, gives chances for those fortunate,
And those who pray to Him and favors seek.
How difficult a job, this seems to man!
Do things impossible with ease, God can.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-22-2006
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Thanks Be to God
God helped me through my days of great travail,
And brought me out unscathed through life’s thistles;
He cared for me when I was quite careless,
Comforting me in my life’s agony.
God made me better than what I could be,
Consoling my heart in times of despair;
If I am good now, God is the reason;
The badness in me is my own folly.
God protected me from my enemies;
The guilt of doing sins could not prevail;
He forgave me my many trespasses,
And gave me successes against devils.
Oh, what a wonderful God, I have known,
Amazing in His love for all mankind!
To follow Christ, His only Son is great;
This is the mercy, love, Almighty’s grace.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-9-2008
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When Things Didn’t Happen As You’d Thought…
When things didn’t happen as you’d thought,
May be, the Almighty intends,
To do them in a different way,
And make you fitter for the job,
That you can’t handle anyway!
And make your mind and heart better,
And body physically well,
To take on assignments tougher,
And do them most successfully.
And give you nerves of steel-like strength,
And stamina to withstand stress,
And soul of grace to avoid sin,
And prepare yourself for heaven.
So, tune your heart, mind, body, soul,
And patiently expect all things,
For, when God does things in His way,
Nothing can go wrong any day!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-16-2008
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Sonnet: Goodness Prevails
Birds of the same feather flock together;
Men of goodwill work for the commonweal;
Men of evil-minds work with common zeal;
Like-minded men work in a joint manner.
A pack of Wolves attack a flock of Sheep;
Lions join forth to take on one Zebra;
Turkeys die from one poisonous Cobra;
Sinners off sin, one saintly man can keep.
Union is strength in good things or in bad,
Amidst the law-maker or law-breaker;
Groups and killers unite in this world mad;
The good do suffer but God is their Keeper!
The world looks good still ’cause of a good few;
White color lightens any other hue!
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Sonnet: The Futility of Man’s Labors
The ‘why’ of many things is still unknown;
The ‘how’ of certain things, puzzle remains;
The ‘where’ of many things is lesser known;
The ‘when’ of certain things, waxes and wanes.
Most earthly matters are not lucid still;
Most divine things are known not in the least;
Most human achievements are by the ‘will’;
Most natural phenomena aren’t yet pieced.
Sojourn of man on earth has done nothing;
Life-span of man is too short to achieve;
It matters not whether pauper or king;
The man of wisdom does in God believe.
The greatest feats of man on earth are naught;
Compared to Nature, man’s work is a dot!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-13-2008
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Sonnet: The Amazing Power of God
Can man prepare a single strand of hair
Without the aid of God-made body skin?
Can man concoct a single ounce of air
From elements with ease, Maker akin?
Yet, man can do great feats with help of God,
Unlike the other creatures, He has made;
But, imperfections, man added to world,
And sadly trust in Maker does too fade!
The marvels man performs are myriad;
But why ignore the Creator, most high?
The God of love makes human beings glad;
The sins of man can make God sad and sigh!
To have a human birth is by God's grace!
Thank Him from heart for being in this race!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-11-2012
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Life Is Like This…
Most people run in life as if
They are one from a Zebra horde,
That does most things so much alike –
And turn to watch their comrade caught
By lions, tearing it apart –
Helplessly, to just walk away!
Not all amongst a group are bright;
But most for better slots do fight;
Not all work hard past ev’n mid-night,
Yet, most want over-night lime-light!
Not all can reach the other’s height,
But cut the thread of next man’s kite!
When others do a clumsy act,
We ridicule them without tact,
By making fun, over-react;
Without knowing the basic fact –
That doing risky things with skill
Comes with much training, and could kill!
Some sacrifice their life at work;
Some work for sake of doing it;
Some act as if they have given
Their every breath for their work-place –
Retirement will soon decide
The ones who didn’t in God abide!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 09-24-2008
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The Human Eye
God made the eye-
An extension of brain:
To see the beauty of all things,
He made.
God made the eye-
The mirror of the brain:
To show the mind’s beauty
Within.
God made the eye-
A camera:
To picture Nature’s lively snaps,
For man.
God made the eye-
A receiver:
To gather photic stimuli
For thought.
God made the eye-
Lovely:
To give expression to the face
Of man.
God made the eye-
For sight:
To perceive what the environs
Can give.
God made the eye-
For knowing world of good and bad:
To walk the roads in Heaven’s light,
On earth.
God made the eye-
For seeing light in dark alleys:
To look before one leaps in life
On earth.
God made the eye-
With two fine lids:
To prevent vice
From reaching mind.
God made the eye-
To see and feel:
The Omniscient Lord
Of creation.
God made the eye-
To know His love
And mercy great:
For man and beast.
God made the eye-
To see the light
Of Godliness
On earth’s terrain.
God made the eye-
To choose the road
That leads to Hell
Or to Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-22-2008
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Offerings to God
What shall I give my Maker – God,
Who formed me man, woman from clay,
And breathed life, precious into it,
To live my days on earth, all fit.
What shall I offer Almighty,
Whose special love for me, made me,
The clay vessel that’s filled to brim –
An instrument of His hand – Him!
How shall I then repay His love,
That made me human being with
A soul divine to understand
The Creator’s heart, full of love?
How can I give just gifts I got
As blessings from the Supreme One?
All things that I can offer Him
Seem silly and of less import!
There isn’t a priceless thing I have,
Except the talents, He gave me;
So, let me offer my labor,
And do my duty, God-centered.
O God of Heavens, sky and earth!
Give me the wisdom and patience
To serve You better all my life,
And join You in Eternity!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-19-2009
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Sonnet: In Strife, My Soul for God Truly Athirsts
When intense strife afills my heart with woes,
And problems of all sorts dullens my mind,
And supervenes insomnia by foes,
In God and prayer, solace I still find.
When things don’t happen timely when I want,
Immersed in grief, my heart seems wounded much,
With solutions eluding, think I can’t,
I plead and long for Maker’s magic touch.
When all seems lost in life on earth to me,
And not a person offers words of love,
In solitude, I suffer verily,
My only comfort is my God above.
In strife, my soul for God truly athirsts;
When sin-forgiven, jubilantly bursts.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-25-2006
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Teacher’s Day,2011 in India
Remember all your teachers who taught you
in school and college, right from childhood days;
Revere your teachers in all things you do;
Pray God should keep them happy most, always!
They put their heart and soul to train us up;
They helped us drink ken with ease from life’s cup!
Remind yourself the toil that teachers gave;
If not for them, would we now well behave?
Recapitulate good things that teachers did;
Recollect moments ashamed, when you hid;
Realize the role each one of them well played;
Recognize their mettle, prowess, love, aid!
Recount their help they offered you in need;
Reflect on advice good, they tried to seed;
Refill your heart and mind with joy, O man!
Repay their kindness to them if you can.
What noble sacrifices teachers made!
Efforts to train us, students, will not fade;
Despite their hard-work, life gave them raw deal;
Our teachers made us wholesome and thus feel!
Dedicated to all my beloved teachers
who made me what I am, today!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-09-’11
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