Sonnet-Who Is My Foe?
All ask the question, 'Who's my real foe? '
One who cannot love his neighbor truly;
One who thinks another person is low;
One who cannot forgive others duly.
One who loves his Motherland with half-heart;
One who is dishonest to His Maker;
One who practises corruption in craft;
One who becomes fraudulent a speaker.
One who denies freedom to his brethren;
One who cannot live in peace with others;
One who persecutes his own fellowmen;
One who cheats, maims, kills, ruins his brothers.
For, every Man's a citizen of Earth;
Entitled to God-given Rights by birth.
poem by John Celes
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On Patriotism (An acrostic)
You love your motherland –
One, where you were born and nurtured in
Unknown ways, most miraculously.
Love your Motherland with heart and soul;
Only your own country is the safest for you;
View its landscape, gorgeous and beautiful;
Every fellowman is your brethren.
You must be proud of its rich heritage;
One shouldn’t forget how freedom was got;
Unite against forces that separate;
Repay your country’s love by sacrifice.
May be, your country is not very rich;
Only its culture is so remarkable;
Traditions must be followed with pride;
Honor your national flag;
Every citizen is duty-bound;
Religions shouldn’t serve to foment fights;
Love the soil that feeds you all through life;
Astound the world by your patriotism;
Nothing’s more sacred and valuable than your Motherland;
Die, if need be, for your country’s sake!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-29-2008
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I’m Proud, an Indian Doctor
I’m proud an Indian doctor;
I have a billion lives to save;
In practice, let me not falter;
But with my patients well behave.
’Tis thrilling to serve fellowmen,
Suff’ring from newer disease;
Let me use my fullest ken,
And teach them how to live in peace.
My country is a poor nation;
My brethren need my treatment;
So, let me serve with passion;
And free them from their ailment.
God turned me to be healer great;
And serve my fellowmen ill;
Let me improve patient’s fate;
By using my God-given skill.
I’m proud to serve my brethren;
God will bless me some day, some way;
A Doctor turns earth to heaven-
Some day, my patients will sure say!
poem by John Celes
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Forgive and Forget
So often do we fall into big sin;
Sometimes, we sin by habit endlessly!
And when we ask God’s forgiveness for sins,
Does not the merciful God forgive us?
Many are our trespasses to others;
When God forgives us, shouldn’t we our brothers?
If God punishes man without mercy,
Not a single soul can reach heaven!
Forgive your brethren just as God forgives our faults;
Forget others’ trespasses for God’s sake;
Forgive ev’n your foes if you can at times;
God surely will reward us our kind acts.
‘Love your neighbor as thyself, ’ said Jesus;
And Jesus died for mankind’s sins, not His!
How lovely is the love of God for man!
Then love our neighbor likewise, we all can!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-3-2007
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Run To The Water
Oh desert speak to my heart
Oh woman of the earth
Maker of children who weep for love
Maker of this birth
'til your deepest secrets are known to me
I will not be moved
I will not be moved
Don't try to find the answer
When there ain't no question here
Brother let your heart be wounded
And give no mercy to your fear
Adam and Eve live down the street from me
Babylon is every town
Its as crazy as its ever been
Loves a stranger all around
In a moment we lost our minds here
And lay our spirit down
Today we lived a thousand years
All we have is now
Run to the water
And find me there
Burnt to the core but not broken
We'll cut through the madness
Of these streets below the moon
These streets below the moon
And I will never leave you
'till we can say
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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
poem by John Celes
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Happy New Year Twenty Ten
The year naught nine was rather rough;
Let’s hope the New Year is not tough;
Let peace prevail around the globe;
Let progress be the people’s robe!
Let recession be over soon;
Let human resources be boon;
Let wars become a distant dream;
Let smiles on faces always beam.
Let ethics rule our society;
Let no one live in anxiety;
Let terrorism see its end;
Let corruption see downward trend.
Let love of brethren connect all;
Let suspicion see its downfall;
Let children get a better deal;
Let fairness be the global seal.
Let charity to poor begin;
Let trust, truth, hard-work always win;
Let dialogues replace all arms;
Let world rejoice in singing Psalms.
Let leaders think and do things right;
Let concern grow for poor man’s plight;
Let’s keep the environs in shape;
Let’s never try the cheats to ape.
Let friendship be the frontier lines;
Let’s undo booby traps and mines;
Let’s pray to God keep our health;
Let’s earn our daily bread and wealth.
Let happiness permeate earth;
Let every unborn see its birth;
Let’s practice safe and natural sex;
Let evil minds not try to vex.
Let men of goodwill always win;
Let’s forgive others for their sin;
Let harmony be everywhere;
Let’s breathe and relish freedom’s air!
‘Happy New Year,2010 to all across the globe! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-28-2009
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The Patriotic Indian
I’m proud to be an Indian:
I’m glad to a Christian;
I love my every fellowmen;
I prefer things just Indian.
So great is India’s heritage;
The world is thrilled by its image;
Our culture is so very good;
So are our spices and our food.
’Tis not well-developed, our nation;
Our democracy’s worth mention;
We are peace-loving citizens,
Hard-working with much common-sense.
We do not want any factions;
We want brotherhood of nations;
We love to have peaceful neighbors,
And hate declaring futile wars!
We have achieved so many things;
Our glory world-over still rings;
We have problems to face, fiscal;
We got our freedom by struggle.
India is our great motherland;
We have great faith in Maker’s Hand;
Our population is so vast;
United, we can hold it fast.
We pray to live in amity;
We do not want enmity;
We wish to spread peace everywhere;
We love to breathe our country’s air!
poem by John Celes
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I am an American citizen and feel I am entitled to the same rights as any other citizen.
quote by Nat King Cole
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Live in The Present
Live every second in fear of the Lord;
Spend every moment seeking Truth called God;
Pass every day with industry and love;
Weeks and years will fly, away like a dove.
Do your duty well to your Motherland;
Serve your brethren all using your own hand;
Walk every day talking to God beside;
Talk to Him your problems, let Him decide.
Live in the present, morrow need not come;
Live for a good cause, world will then welcome;
Live always ready, meet death anytime;
Live for the Maker’s sake in every clime!
poem by John Celes
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Never rift
Do you really want your mother
To be with you?
Do you really love your motherland?
Do you really like your mothertongue?
Mother mothertongue motherland
All sacred and more than your life.
One who is really wise and learned
Love mother mothertongue motherland.
Mother mothertongue motherland is
The lifebreath bloodcirculation of
Our body and soul as well.
This world is our motherland in the
Broader sense and we all
Are brothers and sisters
With the same air same light same water
Same earth same sky
With the same emotion same thought.
Mother mothertongue motherland
Are precious and we are the
Bonafide sons and daughters
We never rift we all accept
Natures gift and go on and on
On this life towards super lift.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Heart And Minf Fight
My mind says,
Stay in the room
My heart says,
See the universe
My mind says,
She has only a body
My heart says,
She has a beautiful soul
My mind says,
Get the degree
My heart says,
Get the knowledge
My mind says,
Kill the neighbor
My heart says,
Love the neighbor
My mind says,
Plunder the entire world
My heart says,
Give to the world
My mind says,
God is not here
My heart says,
God is here
My mind says,
Rule on the earth
My heart says,
Live equal on the earth
My mind says,
Invent new weapons
My heart says,
Keep the peace
My mind says,
He is a small man
My heart says,
He is a big man
My mind says
He is ignorant
My heart says,
He is wise
My mind says,
Live for money
My heart says,
Live in love
My mind says,
He heart you
My heart says,
Forget his mistake
My mind says,
Don’t agree with his opinion
My heart says,
I respect his opinion
My mind says,
You are great poet
My heart says,
You are nothing
poem by Aroon George
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Anna Hazare is...
A hope anew for Indians all;
A spark that set aflame most hearts;
A road that leads to righteous ends;
A mind that thinks of freedom new.
A fast that captured many souls;
A chant that caught the lips of youth;
A speech that lured global Indians;
A song that turned a haunt aloud!
A soul that followed Gandhi’s steps;
A heart that loves all fellowmen;
A man who fights corrupt brethren;
A voice who vows for justice’s sake.
A phenomenon new to world;
A brave who wakes the lion-hearts;
A call that’s clarion and noble;
A freedom fighter with great cause!
‘May his Jan Lokpal Bill cleanse all Indians’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-08-11
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: The Maker Alone Can Be the Taker
How can the God who loves to create, kill?
How can man commit murders foul on earth?
How can God forgive man’s heinous crime-bill?
The God of love chooses each life ’fore birth!
When man kills unborn fetuses in womb,
And spends huge sums of money doing so,
What’s wrong if Almighty brings man to tomb,
By Nature’s furies, strife and deathly woe?
No man has rights to contradict God’s ways?
The Master knows His Universe in full;
’Tis up to Him to change our earthly days;
Man’s misdoings on earth must reach a lull.
No man predicts that from sleep, he will wake;
The God who makes life only can retake!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Live Aright, Man!
Who are we cheating- Man, oneself or God?
Our sins estrange us all from God/ heaven;
Misdeeds invite God’s wrath, judgment, fair rod;
And happily, more devils romp therein.
So many times, we forget God’s commands;
Engrossed in earthly chores, we forget soul;
Many a time, we stray in alien lands;
When things go wrong, we question Maker’s role!
The love of God can’t wish for man’s ruin;
The Maker loves to have back souls He made;
The heart of God can forgive any sin;
Man ought to live in ways that Maker bade.
The soul of man belongs to God alone;
And hell wasn’t made for men to moan and groan!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-30-2006
poem by John Celes
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I worship
I worship no other
Except motherland and only mother
One who gave me birth?
And motherland who gives me refuge on death
My land must daily witness rising sun
Where there can be only silenced gun
There is no scope for violence or quarrel
Only to make inroad with struggle
What should be seen in my eye?
What all I should seek and try?
Powerful wings and capacity to fly
All I may need is enough of space in sky
I wish everybody a great success
Right to live and place with access
Love to live and trust among all
I wish that forms day's call
I want Bhanu* (sun) to rise
Make everybody to wonder and surprise
What all we can do for our motherland?
Make it beautiful on earth as wonderland
My eyes must witness green fields
Nice crops with greater yield
People must enjoy and farmers should rejoice
That is my dream and I whole heartedly promise
Let borders remain at peace
Life too should remain wonderful and at ease
We should miss not wealth but natural health
Minds at rest and not wrapped as stealth
I pray for all and even to myself
Let treasure come out from sea shelf
Benefit to all and to my country people
Let them enjoy freedom that has come after great struggle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dear Motherland Of France
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCE
Our Motherland, dear Motherland,
The source of beauty and of Art,
Who but thy children understand
The love which permeates each heart!
We see, through rainbow-tints of tears,
Thy glory of a thousand years.
O country of the Great and Free,
We live for thee, we live for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
O Motherland, both blithe and brave,
What magic lies in thy name-France!
Yet can thy radiant mien be grave,
And stern thy ever-smiling glance.
And when thy sons and daughters know
That enemies would lay thee low
And dim thy fame on land and sea,
We fight for thee, we fight for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
Dear Motherland of joy and mirth,
Dear Motherland of faith divine,
A thousand years the wondering earth
Has seen thy star in splendour shine.
Still shall it see that star of France
Its splendour and its light enhance.
Dear Motherland, when it need be
We die for thee, we die for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Freedom Carries Multiple Meanings
fighting oppression in multiple meanings
censorship through televised manipulations
talking about premeditated virtual conspiracy
against peace loving citizen communications
freedom saga rescue is a nice way to fight
through claimed sight multiple meanings
freedom carries hope seeds in individualistic
experience sanctuary self-phrasing matters
freedom carries multiple meanings
self-praising soul liberation's maturity
like love freedom speech perceptions
like it as if somebody else wrote it
as your own harmonic soul liberations
into your soul rescued from captivity
separate freedom from mind into hearts
claiming God imbued freedom birth rights
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Heart Cheats With Me
My heart cheats with me,
I give ten reasons to hate her,
Heart gives ten reasons to love her.
My heart cheats with me,
I say she make me cry,
Heart say she give me smile more than cry.
My heart cheats with me,
I say she never wipe my tears,
Heart says I never show my tears.
My heart cheats with me,
I say she breaks her promises,
Heart says why I ask her to make promises.
My heart cheats with me,
I ask why she leaves me alone in this world,
Heart asks why I feel alone in this world.
My heart cheats with me,
I say she never care for me,
Heart says I never care for her care.
My heart cheats with me,
I ask why she shown me dream,
Heart asks why I believe on dream.
My heart cheats with me,
I ask why she gave fake love to me,
Heart asks why I gave true love to her.
My heart cheats with me,
I ask why she betrayed with me
Heart ask why I trust on her.
My heart cheats with me,
I ask why I can’t hate her
Heart asks why I was loved her.
My heart cheats with me,
Heart asks, why I want to hate her whenever one day I was loved her?
I say I want to hate her because you remember her and make me cry.
My heart cheats with me,
My heart cheats with me.
poem by Priyo Hazra
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Sonnet: A Nation in Chaos
When freedom got is misused by those freed,
When citizen has nothing to call ‘his’,
When fellowmen’s lives are ignored indeed,
How can a country forge ahead like this?
When unity is just a namesake word,
When divisions are by caste, status, creed,
When civilized men behave like man-herd,
And millions poor remain and cannot feed.
When scams in crores happ’ning are written off,
When justice is denied or much delayed;
When corruption is rampant, yet all laugh,
And labor sans dignity is ill-paid.
How can a nation, people say they’re proud?
‘Accursed be they’- my heart cries out aloud.
9-25-2002
poem by John Celes
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We’re Indians First and Lastly!
We’re Indians firstly!
And that’s the way, we’re known all o’er the globe;
And that is what we tell the world around;
This is our primary identity.
We’re Indians firstly!
We may belong to any state by birth;
Then come our language, creed, community;
We’re Indians primarily!
We’re Indians firstly!
United are we by the tricolor;
The soil is one, though states be many;
We’re Indians basically!
We’re proud of our rich our Indian heritage;
Our thirst is quenched by rivers of India;
Our hunger is appeased by crops grown here;
We’re Indians first and ultimately!
Let none dare try to sow seeds of discord;
The Indian’s free to live in any state;
When asked, let always be our reply,
‘We’re Indians firstly!
God gave one sun and moon to all of us;
We live under the sky, our common roof;
We enjoy freedom got by same ‘Struggle’!
We’re Indians all, firstly!
We’re Indians firstly!
Our patriotism is Indianness;
Our pride’s in being born as Indians;
We’re Indians first and lastly!
All Indians are our brothers and sisters;
We love our fellowmen as our brethren;
Same blood of oneness flows within us all;
We’re Indians first, always, ultimately!
‘Jai Hind! Jai Bharat! Jai bharatiya! Jai bharatvaasi!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-2-2010
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