Sonnet: Use Your Common-sense
The more in luxury, a life men lead,
The higher if they try to fly bird-like,
To wise sayings if they never pay heed,
The price to pay on earth, Nature does hike.
The risks of doing certain things are high;
The need to do or not must be foremost;
In every venture, many times men die;
Man must avoid those things which can turn worst.
A balance fine, God has placed in all things;
There are much things to solve right here on earth;
And yet, man wastes time, energy and sings!
In ‘spatial tunes’ unless ceases his breath.
God gave all men a sense called common-sense,
To use in dire straits and be less tense.
poem by John Celes
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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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Sonnet: Man is Foolish?
How foolish truly man can sometimes be!
Trying to search for life in stellar Space;
When things are there on earth in aplenty;
Man's quest for wealth elsewhere is in fast pace.
Believing machines that he has devised;
Relying on Science, much more than on, God;
Doing things destructive, uncivilised;
Man cares for earthly acclaim and award.
0 how he wastes his energy and time!
And how he wastes hard-earned wealth in research!
He forgets that his soul must be sublime;
Spiritual life and God are left in lurch.
This is how man has been foolish for long;
And sings by heart a discontented song.
poem by John Celes
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You Feel a Sense of Worthlessness
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.
Taken for granted and has seduced...you,
Into shameless needing!
Like an appendage depended upon.
And you?
You try not to feel lost without them!
But you lay craving their use.
Feeling useless.
You can not do without them.
They are attached like a habit.
Like a muscle flexed.
They grow on you to affix themselves.
Like a missing leech recognized when absent.
However...
These taxing blood suckers have no feeling for you at all.
They are just things!
Things.
Things.
And yet those things...
They stay on your mind!
On your mind they stay.
And yet...those things?
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
Would you recognize yourself,
Without them?
Who are you anyway?
Do you know?
Have you cared to know?
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Passing day
With every passing day
And with every morning sun
I lift my eyes and mind
To the new world that has just begun
No longer afraid
No longer alone
This planet earth
Makes me feel fine
Although weightlessness cannot be found
In space it is all around
Mind can span worlds sometimes time
So let's enjoy it - I feel fine
Free as a bird soaring high
Invisible as the air it needs
When one's mind is elsewhere
Who's to say where life will lead
Looking down to where you stand
And higher than the trees
See all around you
And listen to the breeze
Many things can be told
And as time goes by other things unfold
So listen my friend and don't be afraid
We cannot live forever so live each day
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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Making sense
No sense in it if you act non-sense
People may push you away with sense
You may think why people are utterly non-sense?
When you are perfectly ok and act wit sense
You may fail in your love attempts
Some thing may force you or to act prompt
Still you act with sense and avoid
You may face difficulties which are self maid
You may act wise with change of scene
Gentleman like approach when publicly seen
Is it not the humanly act minus sin?
When one tries to project what he has been?
What comes to your help or rescue?
You may be wondering without any clue
You may blink and face may turn blue
When projection makes no sense for you
Sense is third eye for human being
Timely act may make him king
Opponent may face defeat in the ring
You may survive……………..
What, if nothing suggests or paves the way?
Your voice may not be heard or have the say
You may stick to position and bat for long
Still it makes sense that you are not always wrong
You will know what lies ahead?
Common sense may stop you to be mislead
So even if you are worried or so tense
You may act wise and come out with sense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life
We have to take some risks
To do some things in life;
We have to do some things,
Despite the added strife!
We have to weigh the risks
To benefits in each;
We can’t do things in haste
For aims in life to reach.
We cannot waste our time
God-given, precious-most;
Time is the same to all
To labor or is lost.
For everything in life,
We ought to make a start;
There is so much to do
Before we can depart.
A lazy-bone is one
Who never can find time;
We have to work all life
In any type of clime.
True greatness comes to few
Who struggle right from birth;
No one is born just great
But makes it upon earth!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-6-2009
poem by John Celes
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Good Leaders
When leaders are by God appointed, then,
They must do things decreed by Providence;
And in ways according to their conscience,
Or else, they will crash down to earth, sudden!
All leaders must be good like Holy Lord;
Their subjects must be well-off in their rule;
The foolish king invites the wrath of God;
The atheist who rules will be a fool!
All things on earth are decreed by heaven;
All souls must tread the path destined by God;
By God, mankind was made to be even;
Depends on each to get award or rod!
God knows the problems leaders have to face;
God bestows wisdom needed to solve things;
Their sense of values, morals must be base;
Let leaders dole fairness to all earthlings!
Let leaders be wary of what they do;
The law shouldn’t give freedom to men to sin;
The good from ages, they must not undo;
The war with Satan, they must always win!
God laughs at earthly leaders for their pride;
They dare not take divine things for a ride;
First and foremost, they must in God abide;
Provoking God would like suicide!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-22-2009
poem by John Celes
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Inside The Void
inside the void
you like to die in the void
you like to die
wait, do not die yet
there is this sense of
things unfinished
you have not really done
everything and some things are messy
and need to be put in their proper order
you are called upon by time to
correct some mistakes
of others, or even of nature itself
it is not time to die yet
this is but a beginning
an emptiness that lectures
and guides and soon shall find
some ways to fill
some things
some people
soon they will come before your
eyes and soon you will understand
things and people may be late
like a fireman like a policeman
but they make a good finishing
a happy ending.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Things Are Getting Better
Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
song performed by by Kinks
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What He Gave to Us
I wanted to do something different today
I didn’t know what to do, or even what to say.
I had a feeling deep inside- that made me
Want to scream “ I’m alive”.
I looked around at all the beauties of the earth
And thought about all my worth.
That I was born with all five senses
That the lord had given to me.
The sense to Touch a delicate flower
The sense to Hear a bewitching hour
The sense to Smell what s in the air.
The sense to Taste the juices of a pear
The sense to See the beauty of a pearl
There is another sense that they don’t say
Such as Feelings- of love, to wipe tears away
Feelings cover all aspects of life
It can make things wrong or things right.
Feelings of passion and despair
Of compassion from one who cares
Bitterness, anger, hate and sorrow
Even those make life worth while.
There is so much that we must be grateful for
For GOD has opened all the doors.
He knew that we needed all these things
To make our lives complete.
But there was still something missing
What good was all these senses
If we didn’t have the main sense.
The sense to think and rationalize
All that he had given
That was the thing that would really
Make life worth living.
(08/10/11)
poem by Louis Rams
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Sonnet: On Revealing to One’s Spouse
I love to tell my spouse all things I want;
I wish to divulge everything I know;
Many a time, I’m sure, I simply can’t!
I’m forced to hide some things from her (him) oh!
Soon after marriage, things are always fine;
Yet, troubles crop up faster than we think;
One lie soon leads to another in line;
There are some things, we dare not speak or ink.
Alas! This is life’s sad reality;
Yet, no one can be blamed for what happens;
Most things are not kept secret purposely;
We are compelled by circumstances tense.
Open your heart to spouse, nevertheless-
That only can give you true happiness!
poem by John Celes
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Special
I been trying for so long
To get you where I stand
Feel like I been climbing all my life
Everybody told me
I'd never ever get this far
I know I can make it if I try
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
(come to you, you too, to you, do to, be do, you)
Special things come to you
There's no sense in trying to fight it
When I want something so bad
No, it's not as easy as it seems
Simple things are the hardest
Of the things we do for love
And I won't give up cause I'm not just what it means
The special things you dream about
And the special things you're all about
Special things that somehow come to you
And it's the simple things to just believe
And the special things that you want to see
Special things somehow come to you
(come to you, doo doo doo, to you, doo doo doo)
Special things (doo, doo ahh, you doo)
Do do doo, on you, do do doo, to you
Do doo, ahh, do do doo, too
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
The special things you dream about
And the special things you're all about
Special things that somehow come to you
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
And it's the simple things to just believe
And the special things that you want to see
Special things somehow come to you
song performed by by Vitamin C
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Two Things
Two things that come and go—
Happiness and Sadness
Two things that will never leave us—
Fame and Stigma
Two things that will not come back—
Prestige and Life
Two things that come on their own—
Youth and Age
Two things that follow us—
Virtue and Sin
Two things that cannot be contained—
Grief and Desire
Two things that cannot be avoided—
Hunger and Thirst
Two things that bring about a downfall—
Anger and Jealously
Two things that are common to all—
Birth and Death.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Self-motivation
Oh, tell me what to do;
I am in dire straits;
I trust no man on earth;
I don’t know what to do!
My problems are galore;
Time does not favor me;
I have to face what comes;
I am afraid, I’ll fail!
I can’t escape this time?
The odds are against me;
I’m strong but weak again;
Can I set things aright?
Yet, I’ve been quite lucky;
God helped me many times;
I’ve seen worse off problems;
I hope I’ll overcome.
So, let me try again;
I cannot lose my heart;
Courage is my answer;
I’ll face whatever comes.
Failure is part of life;
Success can’t always come;
Hopelessness shouldn’t fill mind;
I’ll pull my strings again!
Whatever comes, I’ll take;
I can’t brood, fume or fret;
Let things happen somehow;
Defeat shall not be mine!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-10-2009
poem by John Celes
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Turn Off the Light
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
In fact,
If I do say them...
You can take from me a hike.
I am not going to spend,
Time
Trying to find a way,
To say nothing that offends your sensitive mind.
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Especially not this time.
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Or even try to stop them,
To keep my honesty on edge or uptight.
I may be wrong believing,
You to be the co-pilot in my life.
And when I think deeply about it...
I wish you'd parachute right out of my sight!
You don't want me to be sweet and nice!
You'd like me to roar or bark.
Like some animal you've domesticated to be home trained.
Listening to you whine until the wee hours of dark.
I did not see that movie.
And apparently you are still there viewing.
Snap, crackle and pop your ass out of that!
Perhaps I can be quite insensitive.
But there's a limit I'm not going to let,
Myself to you now give.
Since you enjoy whipping me into a huff and puff.
And that's the kind of stuff I've had enough.
Suffering from the agitating unbuffered fluff...
You like to give and not give up!
Enough!
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
In fact,
If I do say them...
You can take from me a hike.
I am not going to sit up all night,
To hear the spite you have
For your so called two faced friends.
To leave me feeling like I'm the one,
Crazed and on the deep end.
With a mind spinning a madness beginning?
No!
I'm not going to allow myself to get that comfortable.
Not with that in our bed.
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Like shut the hell up!
And turn off the light.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turn Me Around
(c. coltrane)
I know Ive hurt you
And I wonder if you know
That I never really meant to
No, I never, never really meant to
Oh, things that have happened in my life
Oh, they brought me to the way I am today
Dont you know that for you, oh, I gladly change?
Oh, turn me around, turn me around
Now lead me to the place I should be found
Aah, turn me around, turn me around
Lift me to higher ground
Ah, things that Ive done to you
Oh, they made you think that I dont really care
How can i, somehow, some way, show you I do?
Aah, baby, turn me around, turn me around
Now lead me to the place I should be found
Oh, turn me around, turn me around
Lift me to higher ground
If you really, really want to
Aah, well you know that you can mould me to you
Aah, sweet baby
Turn me around, turn me around
Youd better lead me to the place I should be found
Oh, turn me around, turn me around
Lift me to higher
Turn me around, turn me around
Oh, and lead me to the place that I should be found, yeah
Turn me around, turn me around
Lift me to higher ground
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Truth of Most Youth Today!
Today’s youth takes a warring path;
They don’t believe even the truth;
They love to do things opposite;
They want to learn all by themselves.
They take on risks that adults won’t;
They love glamour and pomp and show;
They want to lead an easy life;
They question almost anything.
They love to take the narrow lanes;
They don’t like to be ever blamed;
They will not heed to good advice;
They are afraid of ones with clout.
They are an easy prey to vice;
They lose their virtues very fast;
They wish to enjoy life early;
They disobey their parents too.
They think they can live on their own;
They trust their human strength alone;
They are a group that’s misguided;
They cannot think the ‘pros and cons’.
They will not take ev’n things well-said;
They think they are infallible;
They want to be just left alone;
They wish to pry in danger’s mouth.
They are a dis-satisfied lot;
They argue over many things;
They will not learn from others’ faults;
They want to see and feel all things.
They feel they can achieve all things;
They put God in the backyard fast;
They waste their precious time and life;
They question even God at times!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-15-2009
poem by John Celes
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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
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: The Greatest Joy On Earth Is Children
The greatest joy on earth is our children;
To see them born healthy and grow up well;
To see them acquire God's precious ken,
That guides them to Heaven, avoiding hell.
What joy it is to see them walk on fours!
And learn to move, to utter sounds with sense;
What joy it is to hear their mental stores!
To see them worldly-wise, avoid non-sense.
What, joy to see the child, Father of man!
What joy to see them outdo their parents!
What joy when things we cannot do, they can!
What joy to see their God-given talents?
Our children are the apples of our eyes;
The Almighty God, we see, in their guise.
poem by John Celes
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Plain Truth
Who are you and who am i
Except a couple of people
Wasting lots of time
Worrying about the future
Forever asking why
Some people go on living
While others die before their time
Yet theres never been a reason
Whatever is is right
If only just because
Its much too big a fight
Like the painter who is way ahead
Or worse still far behind
You only punch yourself out
When you start swinging blind
These are the things too often gone unsaid
These are the things that keep
You better off than dead
These are the things that keep running through your head
Woo oooo
These are the things too often gone unsaid
Who are you and who am i
Except a couple of people
With nothing else to do
But follow vain obsessions
Making gestures towards the truth
While trying to ignore it
When its convenient to
The symbols we believe in
Sometimes turn inside out
Reshaping each dimension
Were so sure about
Dreams get so frustrated
Fantasies turn pranks
A simple ounce of common sense
Is money in the bank.
song performed by by Devo
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