Sonnet: Wisdom in Life
’Tis good to do some good things in our life,
And use all opportunities, God gives,
To mitigate the suff’rings that is rife;
In poor of hearts and honest souls, God lives!
’Tis better to avoid doing great harm;
When God is good, how can He bear evil?
’Tis better to till off sins from soul’s farm,
Not solicit favors from a devil.
’Tis best to do a lot of good in life,
And do the things our conscience tells is right;
’Tis best to help our fellowmen in strife,
And fight for justice’s cause with all our might.
Sin is a sin when fail we in duty;
But God can forgive us yet, what beauty!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Suffering’s Are God-sent
Despite the fact that people get punished,
They won’t give up their habits bad for long;
They love to see the other much ravished,
And will not give up things that appear wrong.
’Tis hard abandoning one’s vices gained!
Good habits die an early death in life;
Men commit sins until the soul is stained;
So, God brings on an era of great strife!
’Tis vanity that steals the hearts of men,
And pride afills their heads in umptine ways;
While jealousy weakens their little ken;
In wasteful thinking, spent are his good days.
But men won’t take the road that’s right and fair!
So, suff’rings come that they just cannot bear.
9-2-2001
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet-All Things Happen Through God
Yeah, Man can't solve all problems in his life,
And only when he can't, he thinks of God;
No man on earth needs God if not for strife;
Man thinks he can do things all, tho’ he's clod.
The devils lie that sin gives joy all life;
And men become a victim of false hope;
Man ventures forth in sinful ways so rife,
And God gives woes to check him- he can't cope!
And when his sins affect his body, mind;
The fear of death, disease, suff'rings loom high;
Man thinks of God again; So, Peace he'll find;
His soul is cleansed and no more like pig-sty.
God gives more grace to souls in contrition;
Man does more good as acts of attrition.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: When Trials Come …
When trials come more often than I bear,
I ask myself, “Must Christians all suffer? ”
Most worldly people appear to well fare;
“Are tribulations for purpose better? ”
“Why does God let the evil harm the good? ”
“Oh, how much longer must I endure, Lord? ”
“Do I suffer for sins of my childhood? ”
“Perhaps, my faith’s being tested by God? ”
God does not give us strife beyond limits;
He wants to make us better Christians fast;
But Satan tries to turn souls into bits;
God gives us ‘Crown of Life’ by trials vast!
When trials come, devils to us liest;
Our suff’rings aren’t greater than that of Christ!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-16-2006
poem by John Celes
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Good will come,
Good will come,
Good will come,
Evil will go away,
Everyday there is the Remedy in Goodwill,
Everything on Earth will be that Reward,
There is the good that is from God,
There is justice that is from the good Spirit,
Every good things are from God,
All Goodwill will come by Spirit of Good Fruits,
Every Remedy will be that Great Spirit,
It is that Remedy that Good will come,
Evil will Run away,
God will conquer all that man did upon the Earthly Dwelling,
I can perceive their Understanding,
That the Sun will shine on that which live's Forever,
Everything on this Planet is Goodwill over Evil.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Sonnet: Good-bye, Alma-Mater!
The day has come for us to say, ‘Good-bye’,
To teachers, friends and campus-life, we led:
The memories ev’r-green can never die,
But stay with us until we are all dead!
Our Alma-Mater means something unique-
Place where adolescence became adult:
Place where we learnt the art of healing sick:
Place where emotions of all kinds were felt!
Today, we have to leave this lovely place;
What sadness fills our hearts for things we miss!
Our education gave us brighter face,
And opportunities for every bliss.
We thank Thee God for making us Doctors;
Let’s mitigate the suff’rings of others!
poem by John Celes
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. Peter 1 (Chapter 3)
‘Be submissive to husbands, ’ Wives;
In case, they don’t believe the Word,
Seeing purity of your lives,
Their souls can be brought to the Lord.’
‘Your beauty shouldn’t be external,
From hair and clothes and jewelry,
But must be wholly internal,
From gentle and quiet spirit,
Which is of worth more in God’s sight.’
‘For, this is how holy women
Of past revealed their beauty great,
By putting hope in Heaven’s ways,
And submitting to their one mate,
Like Sarah calling Abraham, ‘Master’! .
You are her daughters when you do
Things rightly without any fear.’
‘And husbands, live in the same way
With consideration as your base;
Respect your weaker partner well,
As heirs to gift of life that’s swell;
Give them that tender, loving touch
So that nothing hinders your prayers much.
Suffering for Doing Good:
In harmony, live with brethren,
Be humble, kind to men, women;
Repay not evil by evil;
Return not insult by insult;
Bless those who are unfair to you;
Heaven expects you, this to do.
‘For, whoev’r loves his earthly life
And sees good days,
Must keep his tongue from evil rife,
And lips from deceit’s ways! ’
‘From evil, he must turn, do good;
He must seek peace ad pursue it;
The Lord’s eyes track His righteous ones;
His ears hear their fervent prayers;
The Lord’s face abhors evil ones.’
‘If eager to do good, can you be harmed?
But if you suffer still, you are blessed;
Do not fear what the wicked fear;
Put Christ our Lord, inside your heart.’
‘Prepare to answer all who ask
You reasons for the hope you have;
And do this gently, with respect,
And keep your conscience always clear.’
‘The speakers with malice in hearts,
Against your good rapport with Christ,
Will be ashamed for their slander! ’
‘Suff’r for goodness sake, if God’s will;
’Tis better than doing evil;
For, Christ had died for sins of all,
And bring souls to His Father, God.’
‘Though dead by body, Jesus was
Kept alive by Holy Spirit,
And preached to spirits in prison,
Who disobeyed the patient God,
While ark was built in Noah’s days.
When Deluge watered in torrents,
None were saved except eight good.’
‘In baptism, the same water,
Saves souls from rod of God instead,
Removing not the body’s dirt,
But by renewed pledge to His word.
It saves you through the risen Christ,
Who’s in heaven, to God’s hand right,
With angels, saints, in divine pow’r! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-21-2007
poem by John Celes
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Suedehead
Why do you come here ?
And why, why do you hang around ?
I'm so sorry, oh ...
I'm so sorry, oh, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
Why do you telephone ? ahur...
And why, why send me silly notes ?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
It was because
Everything that i did
I wrote it down
On the wall
You had to sneak into my room
'just' to read my diary
"oh, it was just to see, just to see"
(all the things you knew i'd written about you...)
And oh so many illustrations
Oh, but
I'm so very sickened
Oh, i am so sickened now
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Ah ...
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
A good lay, ah ...
Oh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay
It was a good lay
Oh, it was a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Good lay, oh
Thankyou.
song performed by by Morrissey
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The Clouds of Change Will Bring Rain of Blessings!
Those days of childhood were the best in life -
Life when as kids, despite the wily world;
Our parents saw we got the best comforts;
We were so innocent but enjoyed life!
It was the same when we had joined this place!
The beauty of the campus knew no words;
The working conditions were congenial;
Decades two later, ‘All is not that well! '
Our Institution too seems at cross-roads!
‘Who will now run the place? ' none can predict;
Whoever holds the reins, none can foresee!
All things will have to change for good but when?
Nevertheless, we must do our duty;
This teamwork must go on and never fail;
Integrity and unity, we need;
We should not lose our hearts in the meantime!
Let's do our job with ethics, conscience;
Let's treat our patients all, with tender love;
Let's serve the ailing people with more zeal;
Let's mitigate the sufferings of the poor!
Of course, we have not got our credit due!
The workplace seems unfit to suit our needs;
But duty comes before all things, you see;
Our patients should not suffer for our ills!
Let's serve the sick, suffering, and dying;
Let's not demand any reward, award;
Let's keep the profession's nobility;
Let's do our mite without hesitation!
The God of goodness watches creatures all!
He takes the side of righteous souls on earth;
The arrogant will have their downfalls soon!
Each one of us must labour as birthright!
Good things will happen when seasons are right!
We must not lose our patience anytime;
God will open us newer doors to all;
He knows the time that's ideal and best!
So, do not sulk or turn crestfallen then!
The upright will not go unrewarded;
Each one of us will get our D-day soon;
The clouds of change will bring rain of blessings!
The master must be servant to turn great;
This world of men is interdependent;
Co-operation brings general welfare;
Await the time God plans to bless us all!
All Is Not Well For Now, But Better Things Will Come!
Jai Hind! ‘Happy Independence Day,2012! '
To all STAFF of IRT PMC & H, SoN and RTS, Perundurai
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-8-12
poem by John Celes
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Conscience
Conscience is instinct bred in the house,
Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin
By an unnatural breeding in and in.
I say, Turn it out doors,
Into the moors.
I love a life whose plot is simple,
And does not thicken with every pimple,
A soul so sound no sickly conscience binds it,
That makes the universe no worse than 't finds it.
I love an earnest soul,
Whose mighty joy and sorrow
Are not drowned in a bowl,
And brought to life to-morrow;
That lives one tragedy,
And not seventy;
A conscience worth keeping;
Laughing not weeping;
A conscience wise and steady,
And forever ready;
Not changing with events,
Dealing in compliments;
A conscience exercised about
Large things, where one may doubt.
I love a soul not all of wood,
Predestinated to be good,
But true to the backbone
Unto itself alone,
And false to none;
Born to its own affairs,
Its own joys and own cares;
By whom the work which God begun
Is finished, and not undone;
Taken up where he left off,
Whether to worship or to scoff;
If not good, why then evil,
If not good god, good devil.
Goodness! you hypocrite, come out of that,
Live your life, do your work, then take your hat.
I have no patience towards
Such conscientious cowards.
Give me simple laboring folk,
Who love their work,
Whose virtue is song
To cheer God along.
poem by Henry David Thoreau
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Life of St. Padre Pio of Pietrelcina (in verse)
A baby boy was born
To peasants, one fine morn;
And christened Francesco,
A day after birth, Oh!
Much pious was the lad,
In world so very bad;
He prayed a lot in life,
And didn’t mind any strife!
He loved to be a priest,
And work for Jesus Christ;
And loved the cassock brown
Of Capuchins in town!
He talked with Christ each day,
And guardian angel Fay;
And Mother Mary too –
His duty well, to do!
He joined the Friary,
As per his wish-diary;
And took his priestly vows,
In Capuchin’s main House!
He lived a humble life,
Despite his sickness rife;
And saw Christ in his dreams:
All crucified, it seems!
He chose the suff’ring way;
And so, in illness lay;
He took the prayer-key,
Opening Eternity!
God gave him unique gifts,
And spiritual uplifts;
He wrought miracles great,
And kept soul like clean slate.
He was a good preacher;
He was a good teacher;
And said the Holy Mass;
Heard confessions, Alas!
He loved the Holy Cross;
Christ Jesus was his boss;
He prayed the Rosary
Fervently to Mary.
He lived to ripe old age,
And turned to be a sage;
They saw him in places
Afar, with love’s gazes.
He used to tell others:
Pray, Hope – sisters, brothers;
And don’t worry at all:
God lifts you if you fall.
‘Confess your sins’, he said;
‘Fill soul with grace instead;
Avoid Almighty’s rod,
And take more souls to God.’
Christ’s stigmata, he had:
The wounds painfully bled;
But just before his death,
They healed with his last breath!
Christ’s stigmata, He bore,
For fifty years or more;
The crucifix, he held
All life, as God’s love welled!
Close to his heart, the Cross –
Yes, Jesus was his boss!
His love of God was great;
For sins, he had a hate.
A poor friar, he was,
And toiled for divine cause;
Despite a not good health,
But virtues – his one wealth!
God made him ‘Blessed’ soon,
And canonized him – boon
To Capuchin’s order,
That spread his good odor!
Even the earth, may be,
Without the sun surely;
But Holy Mass is one
Sacrifice of God’s Son!
Lovingly dedicated to St. Padre Pio
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-20-2008
poem by John Celes
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My Love Tells Me So
Performed by crush
You dont have to cry when I say good-bye, good-bye
You know Ill be coming back real soon
And when I do, you know
It will be such a sweet hello
Rising like the sun above the sky line, sky line
Love is brighter than ever before
And that should be understood
When is said I do you knew I would
Some things can be good forever
My love tells me so
Two hearts can be one together
My love tells me so
Let me lay your head upon my pillow, baby
Whisper what you need to me, my dear (my dear)
Dont worry, close your eyes
Morning will find me by your side
Some things can be good forever
My love tells me so
Two hearts can be one together
My love tells me so
(whispered)
Give me a chance and Ill sing for you
I have a song for you
To be with you is a dream
I dream of you
Some things can be good forever
My love tells me so
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Sonnet- God's Creation Is Good
Each flower has some nectar for each Bee;
Each flower has some beauty rather deep;
Each flower has some perfume that is free;
Each flower makes the observer's heart leap.
All religions have good precepts to give;
All religions depict God's love for men;
All religions help mankind better live;
All religions show men way to Heaven.
We ought to take the good things in our life;
We ought to shun all evil thoughts and deeds;
We ought to face in life all kinds of strife;
We ought to plant, to reap better, good seeds.
God made all things with definite purpose,
Expecting man's soul come back in pure dress.
poem by John Celes
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My Heart Is Ready
Be witness, good Gethsemane, great garden of My God,
Who fashioned this very body, its arteries and blood,
Who took the stars and made My eyes, put sunshine in My smiles
And now compels Me realise this world and Satan's wiles...
Be witness, good Gethsemane, great garden, day and night,
That I behold My Calvary, yet I must not take flight,
The coward's path has nought to gain, as faith bids Me to stay,
Till Judas sells My soul in vain before the end of day...
Be witness, good Gethsemane, great garden, truly blessed,
Where life still blossoms gracefully surviving every test,
For I am like the Tree of Life transplanted on a hill,
With fruits and flowers healing strife according to God's will.
Be witness, good Gethsemane, of Christ, the great I AM
And His triumphant tragedy, Good Shepherd and God's Lamb,
None other pleases Him to die, atoning for Man's sins,
Though Man himself cries, 'Crucify! ' and kills the Precious Prince...
Be witness, good Gethsemane, of life then death and more,
According to God's prophecy, appeasement to His Law,
One righteous act, one life, one soul, one duty to perform,
Till I have served this mortal role, My blood no longer warm...
Be witness, good Gethsemane, of all these truths to learn,
Yet mark My words, My destiny is that I must return,
For Death has feeble threads to hold the Holy Son of Man...
My heart is ready to unfold My Father's perfect plan...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Sonnet: Beauty
The flesh gets beauty, when draped by its skin;
The soul loses beauty, when filled by sin;
The beauty of things is seen when revealed;
The beauty of unseen things is concealed.
Woman! Thy beauty is in concealment;
Nature, thy beauty is the Firmament;
O Man! Thy beauty is by revealing;
Heart, Thy beauty is in deep feeling.
The Grace of God is the dress of the soul!
The Stars, Sun and Moon- the dress of the ‘bowl’! ’
Just as how skin protects the body’s flesh,
Good deeds make a soul beautiful and fresh.
Doing good in life is most important;
Avoiding harm is more significant.
3-1-2000
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Most Earthly Things Don't Last For Long!
There are some things we wished to have in life;
We tried our level-best to get them fast,
Despite our poverty, trials and strife;
But once acquired, they turned things of past!
There are some more, we could not get at all,
Despite our many struggles to procure;
But then, they turned like autumn leaves that fall;
And left us just the anguish to endure!
Nevertheless, all earthly things don't last;
Our soul carries the good and bad, we do;
Our evil done stealthily looks aghast;
The good we did becomes scarce, almost few!
All things of earth return to dust some day!
The state of soul decides after-life's way!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 25-06-12
poem by John Celes
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Porpoise Song {Theme From 'Head'}
My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away
There's so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
And it cannot rejoice
Wanting to be, to hear and to see
Crying to the sky
But the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Clicks, clacks
Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style
Wanting to feel, to know what is real
Living is a lie
But the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
song performed by by Monkees
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Porpoise Song
My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away
Theres so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
And it cannot rejoice
Wanting to be, to hear and to see
Crying to the sky
But the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Clicks, clacks
Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style
Wanting to feel, to know what is real
Living is a lie
But the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
song performed by by Monkees
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Sonnet: God Is Our Master And Guide
The work of God is strange in its outcome;
He knows the needs of every soul He made;
He hears our calls though He may look so dumb;
And guides all hearts to do the things He bade.
However much a man may slog in life,
Things cannot happen without God’s consent;
He tests each heart and soul with joys and strife;
The good on earth we do is Heaven’s rent.
God’s chosen souls can’t ever from Him veer,
From righteousness, if God wants them all near;
He knows the hearts even before we think;
He knows the song even before the ink.
All souls to God must finally comply;
Queries of God, We must someday reply.
poem by John Celes
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What's Good
Life's like a mayonnaise soda
And life's like space without room
And life's like bacon and ice cream
That's what life's like without you
Life's like forever becoming
But life's forever dealing in hurt
Now life's like death without living
That's what life's like without you
Life's like Sanskrit read to a pony
I see you in my mind's eye strangling on your tongue
What's good is knowing such devotion
I've been around - I know what makes things run
What good is seeing eye chocolate
What good's a computerized nose
And what good was cancer in April
Why no good - no good at all
What good's a war without killing
What good is rain that falls up
What good's a disease that won't hurt you
Why no good, I guess, no good at all
What good are these thoughts that I'm thinking
It must be better not to be thinking at all
A styrofoam lover with emotions of concrete
No not much, not much at all
What's good is life without living
What good's this lion that barks
You loved a life others throw away nightly
It's not fair, not fair at all
What's good ?
Life's good -
But not fair at all
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Sonnet: Trust in Jesus
Life has been kind to us despite our woes;
God has provided timely, when in need;
He has protected us from all our woes;
Life gave some sorrows but more joys indeed.
Despite our sins, God blessed our lives for years;
He forgives us but we don’t others’ sins!
As Friend and Guide, He has removed all fears;
Without His help, we cannot even wince.
Why not renew our faith in God, brethren?
With Him beside, no devil can tempt us;
Although He made us all from clay-earthen,
Our soul and holy spirit are things plus.
On no account, will God us ev’r forsake;
Let’s offer our suff’rings for Jesus’ sake.
poem by John Celes
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