St. Mother Teresa (2)
How could the world ignore the poor in streets?
How could the world neglect the souls sans sheets?
How could the world revel in happy meets?
How could the world deny the suffering, sweets?
How could one live in affluence when most,
In poverty and misery, lives spent?
How could one live in skyscrapers and rent,
The shelterless and starved souls, the pavement?
How could one serve the Creator unseen,
By being stingy, cruel, selfish and mean?
How could one walk unmindful of the scene,
When neighbors looked famished, ravished and lean?
How can you hate your neighbor and love God?
How can you sin and yet escape God’s rod?
The world is not as good as it was made;
The good we do nevertheless can’t fade.
In deep waters, no one can ever wade;
To love your neighbor as yourself, God bade;
Mother Teresa listened to God’s call;
Maybe, life was to her like bitter gall!
But, Jesus would lift her when she did fall.
The dying souls needed at least a pall!
She hadn’t the money to buy from a stall;
Her ambition to serve the poor was tall!
The future looked gloomy and like a wall!
She prayed to God to give her all the grace;
She wore a smile and showed a pleasant face;
While Kolkata served as her Indian base.
She had the world at large, all in her gaze!
And she would come out of this virtual maze;
And she would turn on to a running pace!
She saw through all the mist and fog and haze.
God helped her to finish in style, her race!
Her message read, “Love God through fellowmen.”
The world can be better if not Heaven!
The world could be made for all more even
By her Missionaries of Charity’s-haven!
Dedicated to Mother Teresa and her Missionaries of Charity
by dr john celes, COIMBATORE, T.N., India
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St.MOTHER TERESA
She’s born in Skopje, in Yugoslavia;
And came to Kolkata to be a nun;
She chose to serve Jesus, through her brethren;
Most admirably, the world, she could stun!
She chose the poorest folks, the world did shun;
The diseased, dying, orphaned, downtrodden;
And turned her life to a phenomenon;
All life, she’s busy, always on the run;
Like a goods-train, pulling a wearied ton;
There was no turning back; Life was no fun!
And rose to be the ‘world famous woman’;
Her heart was full of love, her main weapon;
That caused the hearts of millions, so stubborn;
To turn towards God, in life, once again;
To feel loved, cared for and their souls reborn;
To realize the truth why one is born;
To feel the world is not yet so forlorn;
To live in dignity, see one more dawn;
To sleep soundly, well-fed, until the morn;
To heal their minds and body-parts, some torn;
To die peacefully and Heaven adorn.
most affectionately dedicated to Saint Mother Teresa
by Dr. John Celes, Indian Doctor Poet Valentine
on6-27-2003
1633, Trichy Road, Near Red-Fields P.O., COIMBATORE., T.N. INDIA
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Rotaract
The youth has power to do things well;
The youth has ideas quite swell;
The youth has energy to sell;
The youth has done so well, times tell.
Begin to think and do while young;
The world needs minds and hearts of gold;
Think of your unlucky neighbor;
Help him to live in a better way.
All good things needs to start from scratch;
All should not stay selfish on earth;
All must help shape the world around;
All must have selfless common ground!
All people aren't hale and hearty;
The world goes on by hierarchy;
Millions of brethren live in strife;
You must do charity in life!
The Rotaract affords this chance;
You can hard-work and sing and dance;
Don't look at downtrodden askance;
You must take up a better stance!
The world has umptine diseases;
Poverty afflicts myriad souls;
The problems people face are great;
Can you not make the world better?
The world at large in hunger lies;
Unsheltered masses sadly die;
Social evils afill the world;
Misery plagues people untold.
The youth must become good adults;
The environs must be better;
There's time for you and fellow-men;
Begin today and make the change!
Work for the common man's welfare;
Feel satisfied in life and act;
Think of the unfortunate ones;
Get God's reward for things you do!
‘Start a new Rotaract club and serve the needy souls! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-10-12
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Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity
Is India Still Secular?
A nun was gang-raped in public;
A priest was beaten black and blue!
Half-naked, both were paraded;
While police-men stood near-by mute!
They burnt houses of Christians!
They torched the churches and killed some;
They reconverted quite a few;
‘Christians have no place in own land! ’
This was how Kandhamal returned
the love and charity of both;
They suffered for the sake of Christ!
Shame on a nation with such crimes!
Religions have sense of values;
But fanatics don’t have any;
Are not the Christians Indians too;
Why blame them for a Hindu’s death?
‘A little pencil in God’s hand’, -
in words of Mother Teresa –
are missionary sisters who serve
serve the poorest poor for Christ’s sake!
They see Christ in the poor they meet;
Like pencils they serve till worn out;
In white sarees with blue-border,
Their Foundress was Mother Teresa;
They offer smiles to distressed souls;
They caress people abandoned;
They console hearts filled with chaos;
The unwanted are made happy.
But Jesus touches any heart!
He turned Saul to Apostle Paul!
God’s-calling, no one can refuse;
All souls surrender to His love.
The ways of God are strange and queer!
God chooses anyone He wants;
He will not neglect souls that pray;
God’s rod is weapon powerful-most!
The country where Teresa slogged,
And won the Noble Prize for Peace
Has sadly ignored her sisters,
Who suffer ignominy much.
No one knows what one will become!
Religion is a transient thing –
The outer garb for every soul,
That must be pure to Heaven reach.
Why crush the flowers meant for God?
No man can win against God’s power;
Why ruin lives who serve the Lord?
God’s curse and wrath awaits such souls!
A priest or nun has made a vow –
His body, mind belongs to God;
He lives his life just for God’s sake;
His soul will surely reach heaven.
To be a Christian is God’s will!
A Christian is proud to be one;
He’ll give his life for Jesus’ sake;
His love for God, no one can steal!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 09-30-2008
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We Cry For Light, O Mother!
There came up a light
On an impoverished Calcutta street,
It was really so bright
That poverty's darkness feared to meet.
It was our dear Mother,
Teresa by name
There's really no other
Ever just the same.
She saw how people were in misery
And how disease and poverty did thrive,
She opened her heart's treasury,
And all through her life did strive.
She set up and let bloom
The Missionaries of Charity
And that she let groom
To spread the mission of humanity.
She was a true angel
Who became our leading light,
And showed us to love and mingle
With all those who suffered in sight.
We love you, O dear Mother!
You are still our inspiration,
And still make us unite together
To free from misery one world, one nation!
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Saint Jeanne Jugan (Foundress of ‘Little Sisters of the Poor’)
When four, she lost her father while at sea!
Her mother worked hard, raising family!
She grew in France amidst Revolution;
Her love of God was her life’s solution.
She cared for sick and poor elderly souls,
By assuming the humblest of earth’s roles!
Young Jeanne Jugan grew up a shepherdess;
Her love for Jesus made her a Foundress!
With heart aflame with fire of love for God,
She sacrificed her life for Jesus Lord!
Through exemplary life, she showed the world
That love of God was worth more than all gold.
The elderly poor needed love and care;
So, young Jeanne chose the road traveled quite rare.
Her charity became a noble cause;
She worked for poor without making a pause.
It was a time when violence was rife,
And begging was common by those in strife;
She followed Christ, carrying her cross of life,
And served the poor and downtrodden all life.
Her name was ‘Sister Mary of the cross! ’
All life, Christ Jesus Lord was her one boss!
‘Come to my aid, O God, ’ she prayed and cried
all life in humility, till she died!
A Saint for elderly and every age,
She wrote her life upon a golden page;
She saw the Lord in every poor man’s face,
And served God through her love of human race!
‘God wanted her all for Himself, ’ she said,
‘And kept her for a work yet unfounded! ’
On October eleven, two thousand nine,
The Blessed Jeanne Jugan became a Saint!
Dedicated fondly in memory of the Sister Saint.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-25-2009
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This is a World of …
This is a world of hierarchy;
This is a world of inequality;
This is a world of curiosity;
This is a world of ignominy!
But
This is also a world of charity;
This is also a world of purity;
This is also a world of morality;
This is also a world of bravery!
This is a world of ‘haves’ and ‘have-nots’;
This is a world of rich versus the poor;
This is a world of the powerful versus the weak;
This is a world of the ‘well-to-do’ versus the ‘downtrodden’.
This is a world of joys and woes;
This is a world of friends and foes;
This is a world of sharing and greed;
This is a world of loving and hatred.
Yet,
This is a world of inter-dependency;
This is a world of wars for peace;
This is a world of thought for others;
This is a world of common good.
This is a world of aligning with Nature;
This is a world of realizing God;
This is a world of accepting God’s ways;
This is a world of futility.
Yet,
This is a world of dreams and realities;
This is a world of accomplishments and risks-taking;
This is a world of making the world a better place for all;
This is a world of loving brethren and brotherhood of nations.
This is a world of adultery;
This is a world of mastery;
This is a world of flattery;
This is a world of mystery!
So,
Let us rethink, amend our ways;
Let us toil with a purpose for the race;
Let us keep a smiling face;
Let us spend usefully, the rest of our days!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 30-09-2010
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POEM; Today’s World
When
Another babe is born!
And comes into this world;
Of poverty, pain, misery, woes, drudgery;
To suffer all through life,
With grief, ensuing strife;
To sniff an air so foul,
Drink water polluted;
To eat `poisonous’ food,
And be neglected;
To be an unwanted child,
A child unloved, abused,
To be beaten and maimed,
Or sold cruelly a slave;
To labour young, unpaid;
Or tied to a camel for `race’
To be denied knowledge,
Live in ignorance, ill-health;
To sleep half-starved in noise,
Or work amongst the cinders;
To see the drunken father come late,
And beat and kick the poor mother;
To remain in the cold,
Unhuddled, chided, threatened;
To be punished with the `red-hot ‘iron;
Or kicked into the streets;
To lose its innocence early;
Be driven to prostitution;
To know that this world is bad,
To the young, old, weak, downtrodden;
To wonder if there is a GOD!
A mute spectator to crimes on earth?
AND SOON IT KNOWS THAT,
It is a world so large, yet men are mean-minded;
It is a world of beauty, desecrated,
It is a world of few good men, rest cheat, lie artfully;
It is a world of some kindness, most cruel, cunning, cold, shameless;
It is a world of envy and revenge, of suppression and oppression;
It is a world of pomp and show, of power, clout and lucre;
It is a world of lust and love defiled, of infatuation and `free-sex’
It is a world of unfairness, inequality, insecurity, indifference;
It is a world of poverty, illiteracy, ignorance, of ill-health, influence, unhealthy
Competition;
It is a world of affluence, white-collar crimes, of wastage, idolatry and
Corruption
Dr John Celes
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Dear Internet Ann!
You are someone very special;
I’m glad you are at least real;
’Tis nice that you aren’t virtual;
You are a blogging, good angel!
I don’t know how you knew of me;
I don’t know how you came so sly;
But I know you are very good;
I hope to see you if I could!
Your reading habit had found me,
Your heart allured by poesy;
You have a unique heart truly,
And candid mind with thoughts, shiny.
I see the love that comes from you;
I see the things you nicely do;
What brings you here, I do not know;
I wish you were some fairy, Oh!
You have a special way with souls;
You have in life some lovely goals;
How nice to see your extra roles!
I love to see your divine doles!
I wish I knew you in person;
But I can’t cite any reason;
This year’s Christmas season is on-
A wintry cold, without much sun.
Help me make world, a better place,
For future of the human race;
I wish to change its sad, mad face,
And help some come out of life’s maze!
A little while ago, we’re born;
And rapidly, we turned adults;
Man’s only planet, we adorn,
Despite our strife, suffering, insults!
I see the world’s in downward trend;
I’m happy having you as friend;
And soon, this world for all must end;
On human strength, we can’t depend.
God made each one of us with love;
He welcomes all to Heav’n above;
He wants each one, his mettle prove;
Before to His abode, we move.
Fondly dedicated to dear Ann, with love
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-01-2007
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Brave New World
Dying swans twisted wings, beauty not needed here
Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear
I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone
Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home
Wilderness house of pain, makes no sense of it all
Close this mind dull this brain, messiah before his fall
What you see is not real, those who know will not tell
All is lost sold your souls to this brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
Dragon kings dying queens, where is salvation now
Lost my life lost my dreams, rip the bones from my flesh
Silent screams laughing here, dying to tell you the truth
You are planned and you are damned in this brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
Dying swans twisted wings, bring this savage back home
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Don’t Take My Life, My Dear Mother!
Don’t take my life,
My dear mother!
For heaven’s sake,
Please let me live!
Don’t take my life;
Give me a chance;
I’ve life like you;
I want to live.
Don’t take my life;
God’s love made me;
God talks to me,
And calls my name!
Don’t take my life;
The womb’s my home;
God feeds me well
And helps me grow.
Don’t take my life;
I yearn to live,
And see the world
That God has made.
Don’t take my life;
Do charity;
I’ll repay back
Your act of love.
Don’t take my life,
I want some love
From my parents;
So, spare me please!
Don’t take my life;
Do spare my frame;
The clay is baked;
It’s time for birth!
Don’t take my life
God has allowed;
I want to see
His lovely world.
Don’t take my life;
I’ll pay you well,
When I grow big,
And you turn old!
Don’t take my life,
My dear mother;
God will bless you
And too, father!
Don’t take my life,
Dear dad and mum;
Don’t turn the womb
Into my tomb!
Don’t take my life,
For God’s sake please;
My dear parents,
‘LET ME BE BORN! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-9-2009
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Sonnet- The World Is Topsy-turvy
Where has it gone, the brotherhood of man?
Where is the love that man has for neighbors?
What is the use of intellect and ken?
Man’s heart is selfish; others he abhors.
Oh, what a selfish world we dwell here-in!
Who cares about the poor man on the street?
The modern culture has taught men to sin;
’Tis rare to see two friends in friendship meet.
And militants target innocent lives;
And Nature too is cruel to poor men;
And Naxalites demand ransom with knives;
The world today is nothing but a den.
When Man does not think of the other man,
Become the world a better place, how can?
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Sonnet: The World is Topsy-turvy
Where has it gone, the brotherhood of man?
Where is the love that man has for neighbors?
What is the use of intellect and ken?
Man’s heart is selfish; others he abhors.
Oh, what a selfish world we dwell here-in!
Who cares about the poor man on the street?
The modern culture has taught men to sin;
’Tis rare to see two friends in friendship meet.
And militants target innocent lives;
And Nature too is cruel to poor men;
And Naxalites demand ransom with knives;
The world today is nothing but a den.
When Man does not think of the other man,
Become the world a better place, how can?
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My Savior
I live in a world of pain
A world of hate
A world of shame
I live in a world of fake
Because I am just a man
I know I never can
Be like the one above
Be like God our his Son
This world is too much for me
I just need to see
That I can’t do this on my own
And I am never alone
When I try to fight this world
I always trip and fall
I will never be able to hurl
Myself over this 100 foot wall
I don’t have to be the one above
Because he poured out his love
And helped me depend
On the one who took my sin
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(V - 2009) My Mother and This World
If all were
So loving as my mother
This world would be so happier!
If all were
So passionate as my mother
This world would be so greener!
If all were
So compassionate as my mother
This world would be so safer!
If all were
So conscious as my mother
This world would be so healthier!
If all were
So considerate as my mother
This world would be so peaceful!
If all were
So sensitive as my mother
This world would be so painful!
If all were
So cautious as my mother
This world would be so backward!
If all were
So charitable as my mother
This world would be so lazy!
If all were
So forgiving as my mother
This world would be so irresponsible!
If all were
So enduring as my mother
This world would be so cruel!
So I would that
This world be what it would be ever
And
My mother be
My mother for ever.
We Lovely Children Of God
This valley is ours
This world is ours
This sky is ours
This moment is ours
This heavenly age is ours
Beauty of word, that's we
Love of world, that's we
Worth of world, that's we
Future of world, that's we
We're pure and true souls
We're love of dad
We're love of mom
We're love of all
We're glistening stars
We heal your souls
We smile like flowers
We are free like air
We're pure like dew
We're egoless and true
We're children of God
Would you give a gift?
Leave the world like it
We may pass the bequest
So our children, too say
This world is ours
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Mother Teresa
A flower from Albania,
Had made its home in India,
And blossomed into beauteous form,
Despite the world’s, many a storm.
It grew in wisdom, divinity,
Perfuming Kolkata city;
And served the poor, both young and old,
Mitigating sufferings untold.
She went into the town’s small streets,
And covered invalids with sheets;
She brought back smiles to faces sad,
And made the orphaned hearts so glad.
A single soul, rescued more souls,
By playing caring, saving roles;
She lit the dark alleys of town,
And grew the seeds of love thus sown.
The flower left its many seeds,
To grow up tall, amidst some weeds;
Each plant stays blessed by Almighty,
-A boon for poor in a city.
HER LIFE WAS JUST EXEMPLARY,
BOUND TO THE HOLY ROSARY;
SHE SACRIFICED HER LIFE FOR CHRIST;
SHE FOUND TRUE JOY IN MAKER FIRST.
Dedicated fondly to the Saint
On her 100th Birth Anniversary
Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-08-2010
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Saint Mother Teresa
A flower from Albania,
Had made its home in India,
And blossomed into beauteous form,
Despite the world’s, many a storm.
It grew in wisdom, divinity,
Perfuming Kolkata city;
And served the poor, both young and old,
Mitigating sufferings untold.
She went into the town’s small streets,
And covered invalids with sheets;
She brought back smiles to faces sad,
And made the orphaned hearts so glad.
A single soul, rescued more souls,
By playing caring, saving roles;
She lit the dark alleys of town,
And grew the seeds of love thus sown.
The flower left its many seeds,
To grow up tall, amidst some weeds;
Each plant stays blessed by Almighty,
-A boon for poor in a city.
HER LIFE WAS JUST EXEMPLARY,
BOUND TO THE HOLY ROSARY;
SHE SACRIFICED HER LIFE FOR CHRIST;
SHE FOUND TRUE JOY IN MAKER FIRST.
Dedicated fondly to the Saint
On her 100th Birth Anniversary
Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-08-2010
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We can't be called people anymore
In my world there are secrets untold......
There is evil unleashed
The devil is in your head
God has died and unlives forever
Bc in my world life has not existed yet
Love is not a word
Hate is what we believe in
In my world there are people that kill souls
Souls whom have killed
Bc in my world this life people think they have.......I have taken it away from them I have taken there souls I have killed the good and in my world there is nothing else.........but to die..........luisa aka ÞŠŸÇHÖ
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Sonnet: Man, Be Thyself for Good
Oh, let the world remain bad, I’ll be good;
Oh, let the world corrupt be, I’ll be straight;
Oh, let the world wear immoral a hood;
Protect me Lord, from the monetary bait.
Oh, let the world confused be, I’ll be clear;
Oh, let the world ignore God, I will not;
Oh, let the world to conscience not hear;
Oh, by Thine tenets, words, I will be brought.
Oh, let the world in vices be baptized;
Oh, let the world forget the Lord’s commands;
Oh, let the world remain a boat-capsized;
I will adhere to my Maker’s demands.
Oh, how can I forget Thy love for me;
Let me O God, serve Thee, the way truly.
7-6-2001
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Catholic Priesthood and ‘Year of the Priests’
‘The sheep are calling;
The flocks are swelling;
Good shepherds are a dearth,
Upon the mighty earth! ’
All sheep need good shepherds;
Sans shepherds good, they are mere herds,
That cannot find the pastures green,
With grass that’s fit on global scene.
Good shepherds know each sheep by name;
They do not work for pay or fame;
They know the wolf’s, many a game;
Their staff protects the sheep that’s lame!
Priests are the good shepherds of God;
They woo the souls away from rod;
They serve by being celibate,
And show humanity, God’s Gate.
They say the Holy Mass each day;
They preach and fast, fervently pray;
They drive the devils out, away,
Suffer for Jesus, come what may!
They change bread to body of Christ;
They change the wine to blood of Christ;
They forgive sins like Jesus Lord;
They tell the world the Divine Word.
Priesthood is one of sacraments;
Priests know the Old, New Testaments;
Their work is worth more than all gold;
They bring more souls unto God’s fold!
This is the ‘Year of Catholic priest’.
Lord Jesus waits with His great Feast;
Happy are souls, even the least;
God saves all sinners from the Beast.
Priests take vows for a divine role –
To lead souls to God’s Abode – goal.
Those worldly ones are merely fools!
God chooses priests to be pure souls.
‘Priesthood is passion great for Christ –
The profession that’s one highest;
The goal of men who are wisest –
Who live for Jesus’ sake, diest.’
Dedicated to all Catholic Priests world-over,
On behalf of ‘Holy Family Church Parish, Perundurai, TN, India.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-6-2009
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