The Fetus (Abortus) Speaks:
I am wholesome;
I am handsome;
I am your boy;
I’ll give you joy!
But,
They cut membranes,
And drained waters;
I gasped for air,
But they didn’t care.
They cut my neck;
They nipped my legs;
They pierced my head,
And sliced me through.
They dismembered
Me, while alive!
I writhed in pain,
And bled to death.
I am their own;
They me disown;
What cruelty
Is feticide?
Is this my mom?
Is womb, my tomb?
Is this my pop?
Their love’s a flop!
God called my name;
They killed sans shame;
I am unborn;
Haven’t seen a dawn!
‘What have you done?
Why have you done?
It was no fun;
You’ve killed your son! ’
’Tis OK, Lord.
They didn’t heed word;
They aren’t my foes.
Who brought me woes.
Dear God, I pray,
‘Forget this day;
Forgive the souls
For their bad roles! ’
‘Hold your wrath, God.
Delay your rod.’
Eyed, they were blind;
Now, they’ve sinned!
But now I’m dead!
They’d lost their head;
I’m an angel
In heaven, well!
Why abortion!
Go give your child
That’s unwanted,
For adoption.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-27-2008
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Infanticide (Infunticide?)
Oh, love me mother, I’m your son!
Oh, spare me father, this isn’t fun;
Oh, love me siblings, do not run;
Oh, save me God, I’m fully done!
My room is watery and quite dark;
I look now big and naked-stark;
I yearn to make my first cry soon;
I will not be a bane but boon!
The space is insufficient here;
I want to breathe like earthlings, air;
I want to see my parents dear;
I wish to feel their love and care.
Don’t flowers blossom in the wild?
My home, can I not so adorn?
I dreamt, I am an unborn child;
Oh, please allow me to be born!
I am a fully-grown fetus;
I wish to leave the uterus;
Let me not turn an abortus;
We beg you earthlings: ‘Don’t kill us! ’
My heart is sorrow, anguish-filled;
My neck is cut and head is drilled;
My pleas go wasted- I am killed;
Unborn, I die as if man-willed!
What tragedy has struck me fast!
Murdered in womb, I breathe my last;
I heard God call me by sweet name;
O God, forgive their sin of shame!
‘Each child’s a precious living doll,
That wants your love and not a pall;
God loves to forgive sinners all;
Repent; amend and heed His call! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2008
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Lamentations of an Abortus
God knew me ev’n before I was conceived;
He blessed me to be formed wholesome in womb;
He had great ideas for me to do;
I was so eager therefore, to be born.
Just when I was all set to be born live,
I knocked the womb’s door. My mom did not heed;
I knocked for long and pleaded to be born;
How I wished to make my parents happy!
I longed to see my daddy and my mom;
I yearned to be fondled and kissed by them;
I loved to show the baby doll, I was;
My dreams were shattered: I was aborted!
Oh, mother dear, what folly had I done?
Did I ask God to be born as your son?
Was I not life like daddy and my mom?
I had been murdered for no crime of mine.
The love of God which formed me must be shocked;
How foolish men and women try to be;
They do not hesitate to kill their own;
How mean to kill the baby that’s unborn!
Forgive my mother’s mortal sin, O God!
For, if you don’t, she’s bound to land in hell;
Forgive my father’s iniquities, Lord;
Forgive them both; I wish they will REPENT.
O God, I pray to meet them in Heaven;
Shower your mercy on them both, O Lord;
Forgive them for their heinous crime and sin;
Control your wrath and forgive mom and dad.
This is my prayer to you Lord, O God;
This is my final wish for now, I’m dead;
Please spare my parents from your stern just rod;
Dear God, by devils, they were both misled!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-16-2008
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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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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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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 is Evil
Baby, are you gonna kill
Your baby in the womb, again?
Baby, can you stay happy,
Walking in this sinful lane?
Your choice, you wanna exercise
Means murder cold-blooded of child;
The guilt, ill-effects of this vice
Can haunt all life and are not mild.
Each child that’s formed is by God’s grace –
A priceless wealth that He bestows;
The womb is made to keep the race,
In proper number, in due course.
Good parenting begins in womb;
Abortion can’t give you mind’s peace;
The sacred womb that turns a tomb,
Can’t help you live your days in ease.
You knew what sex can sometimes bring –
The unborn child’s no life-less mass!
The death-knell for the child you ring –
A curse could befall you, Alas!
So, baby, do not abort, please;
You cannot go against God’s plan;
Accept the unborn child with peace
And God will add your earth’s life-span!
Mothers, must you kill again?
Fathers, must you abet crime?
Don’t hold your unborn with disdain;
Each child brings joy and blessings prime!
God gifts parents, children by lease,
And forms them without big disease;
Take heart and deliver them, please;
God will bless you and give you peace!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-21-2009
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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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Abortion- Heaven gone amiss?
God gave women a pelvic bag,
‘The uterus’ or Womb!
And tethered it well, not to sag-
To rear children aplomb;
The growth of fetus should not lag,
And turn the womb, its tomb!
And neither should one abort it,
Thinking it is unfit!
The God of life gave some creatures,
The uterus or womb;
He gives the ‘seed’ life, and nurtures,
Some make the womb, a tomb!
No God of life can accept fault
Of a sinful human soul;
Most babies ought to pass the vault:
To be born- their one goal.
Some bring the babe out by ‘Caesar, ’
-a cut in uterus:
On dates and times, in their leisure,
Sans labor-pains or fuss!
Some others kill the unborn child,
Because they don’t want it;
Will rod of God for them be mild,
Or will it be ‘Fire-pit’?
‘Abortion is sure murder foul’-
No one dare deny this;
All god-believers surely scowl
For, Heaven’s gone amiss?
Can not the modern man, woman
Just understand this truth?
None can escape the Maker’s pan:
‘He’ll take a tooth for tooth! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-9-2008
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The Seed in the Womb- Baby Alive!
There is a dormant life, unseen,
In every seed!
When sowed in soil that’s wet,
Under the bright rays of the sun,
It sprouts into a seedling,
With overt life!
It grows into a sapling-
A miniature plant,
Which grows into a plant or tree,
Laden with flowers, fruits and seeds,
And happy are both,
God and mankind.
Do farmers destroy seeds?
Do they destroy sprouted seeds?
Do they pull off seedlings?
Do they remove saplings?
And all have life,
From Creator!
There is an innate life, unseen
In each zygote!
On nidation in womb,
Under the loving care of God,
It grows, becoming embryo:
With overt life!
Which grows into a fetus-
Miniature human being!
Bubbling with life;
And grows into a human babe,
That should be born,
To grow into an adult (male/ female) ,
Who can now have, children,
Maintaining human race,
And happy are both,
God and mankind!
Should one destroy zygotes?
Should one destroy embryos? (Abortion)
Should one murder the fetus? (Feticide, Abortion))
Should one kill the babe, unborn? (Infanticide)
And all have life,
From Creator!
Life is life- plant or beast!
Life is life- in seed or ovum / sperm!
Life is life- small or big!
Life is life- in utero or ex!
Life is life- unborn or born!
Life is life- child or adult!
Would anyone sane destroy
A growing plant?
Would anyone sane cut down
A little tree?
Does any woman have the right
To abort her child?
Can any man or woman
Murder own child?
‘God gives the ‘seed’ life in the womb,
None dare take this out, except Him.
God makes the seed grow in the womb;
No one dare turn the womb, a tomb!
Abortion is murder, most foul
Of a baby in the womb! ’
‘THOU SHALT NOT KILL- saith the Lord.’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-29-2008
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Stop Aborting Hereafter; Avoid the Wrath of God!
How dare you kill a lovely baby hale?
How ruthless can your heart become at times!
How foolish calling babies ‘unwanted'!
How sad you murder cold-blooded your own!
Each child is life uniquely made by God;
Each child is God's love, mercy in flesh-form;
Each child is precious to the Maker's eyes;
Each child is gift divine and heaven's bliss!
Abortion is foul murder every time;
Abortion can't become health-care at all;
Abortion turns the sacred womb, a tomb!
Abortion leaves an anguished heart and mind!
Avoid the mortal sin of abortion;
The act displeases God - Giver of Life!
The unborn child's blood pleads God for revenge;
How can a God most fair remain silent?
How can you kill your own offspring in life?
How can you stay happy on earth by crime?
How can you blunt your conscience that's right?
Must you abort and think it bestows joy?
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God, Bless the Womb and Home
Empty not the womb!
Empty not your home;
God fills the womb;
Cradle the unborn too!
A child is love
From God above;
Love all children;
Miss not heaven.
Rock the unborn,
Night and morn;
Say ‘No’ to porn!
Avoid God’s scorn.
Murder in the womb
Empties such a home;
Every child, welcome;
Each Child is love of God
made flesh! .
Let the womb
Remain the home
For humankind,
Not tomb!
God fills your womb;
Joy fills your home!
God, bless each womb;
God bless that home.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9/11/10
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All Souls Day: The Faithful Departed
Today, we think of all souls dead, some dear;
Some were so near, now gone afar, we fear;
Some were our friends, both good and bad, we knew;
But they all vanished like the morning dew!
Some were our neighbours, righteous or quite bad;
Nevertheless, they’re dead, which seems so sad;
Some were just strangers whom we met sometime;
They are no more with us in life and time.
Many we heard of, now no longer live;
Some men violent to violent ends did give;
Many unknown are gone forever too;
We pray, the love of God must all souls woo.
Some bodies lie in earthy dampness cold;
Some met a watery grave or in urns hold;
Some killed by beasts or men-demonic, died;
Many were holy, in God did abide!
Some were burnt, their ashes scattered by wind;
Some as mummies in pyramids, we find;
The end of many, we can’t imagine;
For myriads dead and worm-eaten, we pine!
The world of dead exceeds the living one;
Who thinks of orphans and who lived alone?
Kings, queens, lords, ladies, paupers too are gone;
Let living pray for God’s mercy and moan!
‘May the souls dead all, rest in peace;
May God forgive sinners with ease! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 02-11-11
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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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Pleas of a Babe from the Womb!
Oh, daddy, can you hear my voice?
To be your child was just God’s choice;
Allow me please to make first noise,
And God will add to you both, joys.
Come to my rescue, dear father;
Permit me to be born, mother;
I long to see the world God made,
Like you, before I start to fade.
Oh, mummy, am I unwanted?
My pleas to you go ungranted;
The love of God put me in here;
The love of man, I see nowhere!
I beg of you, my parents two;
I am your very own child too;
I am your flesh and blood also;
Give me a chance to see both, oh!
How unkind can my parents be?
I am like them in ways every;
God grant them sense to allow me,
To be born well, like them freely.
God gave me life;
God gave me a soul;
God made me too whole;
But I’m afraid, my thread of life,
May get the knife!
Dedicated to all unborn babes;
‘May their souls rest in peace! ’
'May God forgive their parents' sin.'
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-15-2008
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The Assumption of BVM
The tomb is empty
– Mary’s tomb!
-The only sanctified
-most womb;
The Assumption
A Feast that’s on
August 15th
For lady one,
With conception
Immaculate:
She bore a son –
Emmanuel.
She wore the sun
As her pure garb;
She had the moon
Under her feet;
She had twelve stars
On head as crown;
The war she won
Against satan.
She left the world
Her work well done;
With body, soul
Into Heaven,
As Apostles
Kept looking on!
Queen of heaven;
Mother of God;
Mother of Jesus
Christ, our Lord;
Do pray for us,
We sinners all;
To repent well,
And hear God’s call!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-15-2008
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This is our Nest
This is our nest,
Our very own;
This is our home,
Sweet one, we built.
This is the tree,
In which we live:
A peaceful life,
Without much strife.
These are our young,
Two lovely birds-
Our only wealth:
Solace in life.
O God, we pray:
Help us each day,
In Your own way,
To have our say.
Give us our health;
Provide our wants;
Protect us Lord,
From ‘friendly foes’!
We must make it,
Our race on earth:
In good a style,
And quite worthwhile.
Nevertheless,
Let’s keep our souls
In grace, sinless,
By divine roles.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-12-2008
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Sonnet: Prayer for a Good American Prez
O God, Give us a President who’s strong
In faith and will, conduct and character;
Who heeds to conscience; sifts right from wrong,
And leads the nation, without pride factor.
O God, show us a most befitting man,
Woman, who rules sans corruption and flaw;
Steer the country from recession; who can
Make the nation proud through most perfect law.
O God, select the leader who hates war,
And won’t allow the unborn to be killed;
Maintains Matrimony holy by far-
Fetched measures; brings peace to all, God-willed.
Give us a President, who fears the Lord,
And rules by wisdom; not by bullet, sword.
‘God Bless America! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-4-2008
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Major Congenital Anomalies (’Tis better to be dead but...)
A babe that’s born with brain anomalies;
With some inborn metabolic errors;
With chromosomal abnormalities;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Some babies with thoracopagus;
Some with spinal cord abnormalities;
Those with true hermaphroditism;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Some babies born of mothers infected;
Babies with teratogenicity;
Babies with just seal-like limbs:
’Tis better to be dead but...
Abortion is the treatment of choice then;
Yet, when babies are born accidentally,
Life on earth can be miserable to all;
’Tis better to be dead but...
And still such babies continue to be born
To faulty diagnoses antenatal;
Litigation may award money;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Yet, parents kill their healthy babes in womb;
Can abortion be ev’r justified then?
Such unborn have been killed without reason!
’Tis better to be live but...
Copyright by Dr John Celes 17-09-11
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‘Wish You A Happy New Year 2008! ’
The storms of life are gone, perhaps;
The winds of change have blown over;
Black-clouds that loomed have cleared at last;
Our strife and woes are things of past!
The old year cruised off splendidly;
It brought more blessings than we thought;
The New Year’s Eve was not that good;
Nevertheless thank God, we should.
Let’s hope, the New Year brings more joys;
Let’s pray the world is fairer still;
Let’s put our minds and hearts and souls,
Performing gladly newer roles!
The God of love abandons none;
The Lord of Truth forsakes no one;
The caring God will meet our wants:
Let’s work better than even ants!
May peace prevail across the globe!
May innocents be never killed!
May poor curse not a man or God!
May God withold His angry rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-28-2007
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Sonnet: A Prayer to God
Amidst all chaos Lord, bring order God;
Amidst the darkness Lord, show me Thine light;
Amidst the atheism, give me Thine word;
Amidst my weakness show, Thine divine might.
Amidst life’s sultriness Lord, give me breeze;
Amidst the mire Lord, could Thou me pull?
Amidst life’s stresses Lord, give me mind’s peace;
Amidst the storms of life, give me a lull.
Amidst my despair Lord, give me new hope;
Amidst my temptations, God, let me win;
Amidst life’s hilly tracts, show me a slope;
Amidst my struggles Lord, let me not sin.
Amidst my foes and woes, show me haven;
Amidst my worldliness, give me Heaven.
7-27-2002 by Dr John Celes
Dedicated to all my siblings, who shared my
Joys and woes, in life on earth
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