Sonnet: Wild Beasts Do Not Abort Like How Some Women Do
Most animals in wild are driven by
Twin pangs of hunger and of sexual urge;
God feeds them all, no matter where they lie,
And cures them in sickness, and when they purge!
When Estrus season comes on, they all mate;
The pregnant females deliver on own;
And Mother Nature decides new-born’s fate
On harsh terrain, not grass-lawns, freshly mown!
Nevertheless, they murder not unborn,
But lick them clean and nurse them until big;
Their mothers caress them from dusk through dawn;
To cover shame, they wear no leaves of fig!
How well wild beasts obey their Maker’s code!
But human beings, abortions afford.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-15-2008
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Why Man (Woman) , Why?
When ruthless crocodiles take care
Of their young ones with love,
By giving them a free lift,
Within their mouths to lake,
Why do some human beings
Kill their unborn offspring
That grows within the womb?
When birds can feed their young ones
By regurgitating
Food, brought across some miles,
Appeasing their hunger,
Why shouldn’t all human beings
Stop giving lame excuses
And rear all children God-given?
When beasts bring forth their progeny
With duty, love and harmony,
And rear them all with care untold,
Why do some human beings
Make their hearts and minds so cold,
And murder unborn babies,
Waiting to be born into
The world, Almighty-made?
When beasts know that ‘heterosex’
Is one natural, God-made,
To procreate, participate
In Maker’s plan, pre-set,
Why do a few men prefer same sex,
A perversion that
Can’t ever procreate?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-7-2010
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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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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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Embryonic Homicide
Life is same, no matter young or old;
Life is precious, more than silver, gold;
Life isn’t commodity that is sold;
Life’s from God, not from this nasty world!
Alike is life in children and adults;
Alike is life ‘in utero’, ‘ex womb’;
Alike is life of born and that unborn;
All human lives are equal before God.
All human beings are in God’s semblance;
Each body gets a soul that everlasts;
The love of God is shown to all creatures;
The Life-Giver alone can take back life!
The Embryo has life that’s God-destined;
The Embryo was formed by love of God;
The Embryo must grow by divine Word;
The Embryo has soul like anyone!
Why kill the embryo for its small parts?
Why destroy one life to save another?
Why treat the embryo with great disdain?
Why murder lives in womb for sake of born?
The embryo is healthy, not diseased;
The embryo is living, not deceased;
The embryo is child, awaiting birth;
The embryo is human too and worth!
No beast kills babies that are still unborn;
The world demands kindness to animals;
Why not protect the human lives unborn?
Preserve the dignity of life in womb!
Could God watch human lives desecrated?
Would God spare merciless human beings?
The embryonic life is life as well;
All ruthless murderers shall land in hell!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-9-2009
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Earth Day,2008
Save planet earth;
Save earth from man;
Save all species,
Including man!
Man spills the oil
Upon the seas,
And kills the fish,
Birds, ruthlessly!
Man steals the shelf
Of coral reef,
And ruins grounds
Where fishes breed.
Man flattens hills,
Breaks mountains whole,
For granite stones:
So climes vary.
Man warms the earth
In many ways,
And makes the hole
In ozone sky.
Man shifts the weight
On earth’s surface,
By sky-scrapers:
And born are quakes
Man deforests
For farming lands;
Wild beasts come out
To eat his crops.
Man poaches beasts
For skin and bones,
And builds reserves
To save species.
Man sinks bore-wells
For raising crops,
And drought occurs
As trees are cut.
Man pollutes air
And water, soil;
Diseases come
New, unheard of.
Man makes genes too,
And clones some beasts;
But can’t breathe life
To things he makes.
Man kills his own
Through abortions,
And brags he does
For Eugenics.
Man wastes money
And resources,
While people starve
To death, in crowds.
Man spoils Nature
In many ways,
But takes not blame
For blunders made.
Man does most things
In stupid ways,
Quite hazardous
To human race.
Man acts like God
In every field
But cannot ape
The Maker’s feat.
Man boasts with pride
The things he makes;
Not one seems good
Like how God made.
Mother Nature
Has her balance;
Let man align
To her, sweet ways.
No man can beat
The Maker’s feat;
No creature can
Surpass the Lord!
Save planet earth;
Save earth from man;
Save all species,
Including man!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-16-2008
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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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Sonnet: On Needless Abortions
If kill you will the human fetus child,
While still in mother’s womb with begun life,
You turn worse than a ruthless beast in wild,
That murders its own species with a knife!
You desecrate the sanctity of wombs;
You turn the birth-place of mankind to grave;
You’ve changed the cradle into bloody tombs;
You are no better than the men in cave.
The life God gave, no one dare take away;
The name God called, no one may change at all;
Transgressing God, you must one day repay;
The Maker hears the unborn’s plaintive call!
The parents who abort will get God’s rod;
The nation’s ruin comes sure with God’s word!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-18-2008
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Abortions Isn’t Health-care
Must one kill children healthy, hale,
If contraceptives were to fail?
Must parents murder children own,
And make the Maker Himself frown?
You need not protect unborn’s health,
But stop the gruesome killings stealth!
No human heart with humaneness
Could kill one’s offspring but caress.
The money wasted is so much;
The world shouldn’t lose its human touch;
This world belongs to unborn too!
Let unborn live like how you do.
Man does not live by bread alone,
But by the words uttered by God;
Don’t force the God of life to moan,
Inviting wrath that turns His rod!
When love of God has given life,
He’ll certainly not give more strife.
No man predicts the things to come,
Life’s woes, like joys, we must welcome.
Life can’t become a paradise
By families cut short in size;
Blessings from God decides success;
Children are living gifts precious!
Don’t kill your unborn children please;
Let fears of rearing in you cease;
Children are human resources;
Rose-plant must have many roses!
Why make the human wombs mere tombs,
When money’s poured to see the moon?
Innocent blood that’s spilt in wombs
Could make the nations accursed soon.
‘Let unborn children live, like you and me! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-27-2009
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Who is God?
How can life come from mere a puff of air?
There must be life from which more lives emerge;
How can the Universe from dust evolve?
A ball of matter must be made by one!
How can the soil give birth to seedlings new?
Wet seeds must fall into the earth and sun;
How can a bud blossom into a flow’r?
The dawn heralds the magic wand of change!
God loves all men much more than animals;
He feeds the birds and tends to flow’rs in wild;
He gave a soul to every man, not beast;
A sinner too can take part in his Feast!
No man becomes a God at any time;
Yet, men are instruments in divine Hand;
Let’s acknowledge the supreme power- God,
The mystic Being, Alpha-Omega!
The God of mercy, truth and boundless love,
Loves righteousness and souls that love His code;
He watches every life from home above;
All pure of soul can enter His abode!
All things in Nature can’t come by their selves;
A supernatural mind and hand creates;
The Maker of all things- we call as God;
‘The King of Heavens: Lord of Universe! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-22-2005
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Sonnet: INFANTICIDE
The mother zebra could not save young one!
The hungry lioness had killed it fast;
It turns to watch the gruesome act half-done,
And walks away with sad a heart, at last.
The elephant herd forms a ring around
Their cubs, protecting them from hunting beasts;
They chase the lions with their trumpet sound
And tusks, before their cubs become their feasts!
Yes, mothers must protect their little ones
From harm, from hungry animals that hunt;
They do this duty all their life, not once-
An act of bravery and not a stunt!
Yet, human mothers kill their babes in womb,
Due to ‘unwanted child’ and baby-boom?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-17-2008
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Save Forests and Rare Species
The Franklin forests are extinct;
These trees of beauty are now rare;
No more are they found in the wild;
Their fragrant flowers tempt a child!
Last seen in 18 zero3,
By Altamaha river-side –
A deciduous tree or shrub,
It grows upto a twenty feet.
With leaves that change color by fall,
Its snow-white flowers are showy;
With golden yellow stamens free,
It is now grown in pots from seeds!
But nothing like the forests wild
Of Franklin trees that grew on own;
You could not find a path through them –
Home to wild animals many.
How Nature rears a forest dense!
–The secrets, no man deciphers;
The way they flourish in the wild,
No gardener can do like-wise!
As man destroys more forest trees,
For want of newer farming land,
Wild wondrous trees then cease to be,
And other species vanish too.
Deforestation is a crime
That has gone uncontrolled with time;
Rare species of trees, shrubs and beasts
Have been effaced from earth with ease.
The earth has lesser green cover!
’Tis growing bald, much more each day,
As forest trees are felled for wood,
At rates more than we ever should.
World’s rain-forests are turning scarce –
A cause of global-warming fast;
Landslides and floods are dangers new;
More species turn something of past!
Trees extract carbon-dioxide,
And make the air less polluted;
Wild beasts are on the rampage when
Their forest habitats are gone.
Save forests and afforest, man;
The clouds bring rain when trees ask for;
Wild beasts need forests for their homes;
Preserve forests in ways you can.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-23-2008
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The Hungry Squirrel
It is the winter of 2001;
’Tis raining cats and dogs;
A hungry squirrel madly runs,
In frantic search of food!
It can’t control its hunger pangs;
The weather’s damp and cold;
There is no sign of any food;
How can it remain warm?
The guava-fruits have disappeared;
Papayas are unripe;
The Pea-fowls guard the Palmyras;
There are no wild berries.
The squirrel squeaks quite endlessly;
Its warmth is running out;
Perhaps, it thinks of grandpa-days,
Of juicy fruits and nuts.
But soon, the squeaks have feeble gone;
Did the rodent find some food?
Nature often cruel turns,
Leaving the beasts unfed.
The Squirrel hasn’t turned up, of late;
Is it then dead or gone?
Starved to death by Nature dear?
Or perhaps still alive!
While men can go and purchase food,
What can these poor beasts do?
Yet, Mother Nature cares for them,
Much better than me, you!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-16-2001
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‘Pro-choice’ Versus ‘Pro-life’!
A teen mother has made her choice
Of smothering a little voice,
Within her womb, without a noise-
So that, she can always rejoice!
A raped victim wants abortion;
She will not give for adoption;
She has no other safe option:
The Pill had failed- her dejection.
‘Pro-choice’ is ‘roads to Perdition’;
Abortion ushers Damnation,
And Maker’s abomination;
Accursed will be such a nation.
‘Pro-life’ is road of right nation;
Heav’n is put in jubilation:
Good mom’s role and adulation;
An unborn soul’s adoration!
A life allowed by God on earth,
Must go on to a normal birth,
And give its parents intense mirth:
‘Pro-life’ is heaven’s choice and worth!
‘Each child that’s born is gift of God;
Abortions will invite His rod;
Pro-life will always get His nod,
Although at times, it appears odd! ’
When blood is shed within the womb,
In preventing the ‘baby-boom’,
The unborn’s pleas can never die-
All excuses are but a Lie.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-27-2008
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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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Sonnet: The Mustard Seed
How great a power fills a mustard seed-
A miniscule sphere, packed with silent life!
That falls in soil right, turning tree to feed
Both beasts and human beings, in much strife.
What creative mind made the mustard seed,
That rudely wakened, sprouts to mammoth tree!
With multitude of leaves verdure indeed,
And branches which nest birds, so proud and free.
God’s Kingdom too is like a mustard seed
That grows infinitesimally big with time,
And houses righteous souls that always heed
To Maker’s code regardless of earth’s clime.
The beauty of Heaven is foretold thus:
So fathomless, that none should ever miss!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-2-2007
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Tis a Selfish World Mostly
Who can deny the fact that we live in
A selfish world generally, to the core?
This is the all-pervading common sin
That can be found in homes most, door to door!
All persons want the best in life always,
And do not care about the next at all;
Most want to pass just care-free, risk-free days,
Appearing deaf to conscience's clarion call!
Most mothers want to choose the child that's born,
Aborting ones they feel are ‘unwanted';
Sex is a shameless game from dusk to dawn;
Most live a stupid life almost haunted!
‘Pro-choice' mothers say, ‘children have no rights! '
And more so, when it comes to unborn child;
Selfishness rules the roost most days and nights,
While realizing dreams that turn so wild!
This tendency prevails all through their lives,
But senescence puts them in piteous state;
For money's sake, most homes become bee-hives,
And heinous crimes and vice become a spate!
Even the Maker is forgotten fast,
As selfishness fills body, mind and heart;
And very soon, virtues turn things of past,
As life becomes a shameful, sinful cart!
Ev'n marriage is unspared right from the start;
One's freedom infringes upon the next;
Mal-adjustments stay until they depart,
And life's puzzle leaves all utterly vexed!
Selfishness finds its way in every age,
And no one can take steps to mitigate;
Defeated fully in the wars they wage,
Most people finally call it their ‘fate! '
This world can't be a better place this way,
Till all mankind gives up its selfish ways!
Will God usher a better, newer day?
Man is the real culprit/cause always!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-7-12
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Stop Abortions Now
The unborn baby in the womb
Is also life, like me and you;
And God allowed it to be formed
Despite the seed, by mistake sown.
But life is life, at any stage,
And sacred when it is human;
God forbids you to kill the next,
On any sort of new pretext.
The love of God that sustains you
Is duty-bound to protect lives;
Man has no right to reject life
Once formed, without his full consent.
The God of life protects creatures,
He made with love, for sake of man;
But freedom that He gave to man
Does not include the right to kill.
No man can take another’s life:
God was angry with Cain’s folly;
The baby in the womb can’t talk,
Nor run away to save its life.
Nor can it voice its protest too,
Like how a pup or kitten does!
STOP ABORTIONS NOW- man, woman!
-The foulest form of murder known.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-29-2008
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Sonnet: To Abort is Sheer Ruthlessness
What heart of man can cut a plant with buds?
What cruel mind will fell a tree with fruits;
None slash the branches with blossoms for woods;
No one removes fruit-bearing tree by roots.
Just fools would use grenades to fish in lakes;
You cannot have tree-house and also tree;
No offspring come from factories as makes;
God gave us mind and heart to think afree.
Yet, man resorts to abortions often;
A tiny man is maimed or killed this way;
Will not the heart of mankind bit soften?
One life shouldn’t take another any day!
All lives are same to God, born or unborn;
Allow the baby in womb, to be born.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-10-2008
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God cares for all Creatures
The guava sapling planted has grown big;
The tree is laden with ripe fruits many;
How many can I pluck or eat each day?
Lie fruits unseen at heights, I cannot reach.
I see the parrots enjoy tasty fruits;
I see the squirrels gnaw the fine ripe ones;
I see bats with voracious appetites;
And many more fall down by force of winds.
God fills the tree with fruits for each season;
Man cannot eat all fruits the tree can bear;
God feeds each bird of the air with care;
He made them all and that’s the chief reason.
When God can feed His other creatures well,
So many human beings starve to death;
Oh, what a man-made tragedy, we see,
As tons of food goes rotten every day!
God loves all human beings even more
Than all His other creatures whom He made;
Both food and drink turn scarce by acts of men;
Why blame God for our misdemeanor, then?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-3-2008
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