Everybody should do their duty
Dr.John Celes poem,
'A Barn Owl Finds a New Home',
It is a lesson for everybody;
God gives food,
God gives shelter,
God gives happiness,
God gives health,
God gives wealth;
You pray God,
Everybody should do their duty,
but not greedy;
When God takes care of birds,
would He not men?
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Sonnet: A Barn Owl Finds a New Home
A Barn Owl found its home anew atop
The college building lofty, four-storeyed;
It lives a quiet life with none to stop
Its flight or rest or observation, feed!
What location and height to view landscape!
It stays concealed by day, awake all night;
No snake or rodent can its eyes escape;
Its acuity is great despite dim light!
And no one can disturb it anyway;
Its nest is posh, in reinforced concrete;
With food aplenty, it has come to stay;
God feeds all birds and shelters them from heat.
When God takes care of birds, would He not men?
He longs to have all righteous in heaven!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 29-02-12
poem by John Celes
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Health and Wealth
When I had health, I strived to earn more wealth;
I toiled so hard that I soon lost my health!
When I got wealth, more vice crept in by stealth;
My wealth was gone, so also my good health!
So, keep your health and earn some wealth;
Don't earn more wealth and lose all health;
Just use your wealth to keep your health;
In life on earth, Health is your wealth!
poem by John Celes
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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
poem by John Celes
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Children’s Day,2009
Our children are the gift from God;
You spoil the child by sparing rod;
The priceless wealth from Heav’n above,
That are being aborted now!
Children must be brought up with care;
They have the right to food and air;
Yet, freedom is seldom given;
To begging alms, some are driven!
Children need to learn and to play;
God dwells in them, some always say;
No home is complete without them;
They’re matrimony’s diadem!
How some struggle to have one child!
Yet some rear them like beasts in wild;
The future of the world depends
On healthy children’s dividends!
But why are children ignored much?
Denied are they love, human touch;
Their lives are lost in umpteen ways;
World’s children pass such sadder days!
O world, wake up from your slumber!
Children are bigger in number;
The health of nations is their health;
World’s children are the planet’s wealth!
Let’s make the world a better place;
Let children wear a smile on face;
Let parents rear them with due care;
Without good children, none can fare!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-14-2009
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Song to Grandpa on his Birthday
You are seventy-five,
Going on seventy-six!
Grandpa, ’tis time to rest.
Better avoid the scooty
And cycle;
Don’t you ev’r trip or fall!
You are quite aged,
Not young now;
Don’t do the things
you did;
Your bones are weaker,
Heart is much bigger;
You must just walk not run!
All will be fine if you just pray;
Let youngsters have their say;
Take care of your health,
And not your wealth;
God is your friend and way!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 18-1-2009
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Miraculous Prayers
I cannot be right hand or left for you,
But I will sympathize for you at times;
I’ll give you respect and do my duty;
You can depend on me sure in all climes.
I cannot give you money or great wealth,
But I can be your friend good, when you need;
I can advise you well regarding health
Of body, mind – keep off from evil deed!
I cannot recommend or influence;
But say the word and I will pray for you;
I can decipher well from sense, nonsense,
And beg God’s mercy for the things you do.
I may not save your life on earth some way;
Your soul, I can try saving any day!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-27-2008
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Sonnet: All Things Are Possible for God
The God who made all creatures most perfect,
Is fairest Judge of all, in universe;
But man has turned the earth so imperfect
And tends to make it even much more worse!
The God who made all creatures, big and small
Is duty-bound to give them, fair a deal;
He loves all creatures: man, the most of all;
Takes care of every want and every meal!
The Maker guards the poor, unfortunate:
Takes special care of handicapped and weak;
And yet, gives chances for those fortunate,
And those who pray to Him and favors seek.
How difficult a job, this seems to man!
Do things impossible with ease, God can.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-22-2006
poem by John Celes
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When my life upon earth has turned crass,
With my food tasting almost like grass,
Disappeared has my wealth;
And almost lost, my health,
Why should I fret or fume much, alas!
copyright by Dr John Celes 13-10-2012
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Shelter
Consumed by this greedy disposition
I give no thanks for all that's been given to me
See I'm so concerned with selfish ambition
I see what I want and look past what I need
It's time
To forget myself
It's time
To forget myself
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
I'mpatience takes its toll
It's such a hefty fair for me to pay
Indifference takes control
I guess I'll keep that outside at bay
'Cause I don't care
If I ever change
No I don't care
If I ever change
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
'Cause I don't care
If I ever change
No I don't care
If I ever change
song performed by by Greenwheel from Soma Holiday
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Sonnet: “Happy Birthday, Dear Father-in-law.”
Another birthday, God has given you;
’Tis time you thought about your age and health;
God’s love and mercy in life has been true;
Your family and fortitude’s- your wealth.
’Tis time to pray extra: forget the world;
You did your part and duty indeed well;
Protect yourself from injury and cold;
Be wise: take rest and do not become ill.
Remember that you aren’t young anymore;
Your frame is frail and dangers lurk round you;
Your will-power isn’t as strong as before;
A long life-span comes only to a few.
‘Wish you a Happy Birthday, ’ dear Maama!
God be with you in your earthly drama!
From,
Mercy, Celestine, Cathy and Diana
Copyright by Dr John Celes 18-1-2006
poem by John Celes
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Abortion is Outright Murder
You have no right to kill yourself;
You have no right to kill your own;
You have no right to kill others;
No one has right to kill someone.
Abortion kills the babe unborn;
Abortion kills the babe in womb;
Abortion is murder outright;
Abortion’s not anyone’s right!
Parents shouldn’t kill their progeny;
‘Aborting parents’ are killers;
Parents are like terrorists then!
Abortion isn’t doctors’ duty!
Doctors are meant to just save lives;
Doctors can’t abet murders, man;
Health care can’t include abortions!
Health care must only extend life.
Doctors are healers, life-savers;
Parents are rearers, life-carers;
Health care must try to avoid deaths;
Health care shouldn’t lead to murders foul!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-17-2009
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Today’s World 2011
The family size is small; relatives scant;
The world though huge is looking rather small!
There is no end to human needs and want!
Blame man for his misdeeds and evils all.
Man takes great risks in useless things, mundane;
He finds scarce time to think about his soul;
He is engrossed in wealth that isn’t divine;
Man’s unaware of his ultimate goal.
Most precious time and health go all awaste;
Man is aware that worldly things can’t last;
Sans conscience, with science, man lives in haste!
Yet, he won’t learn from blunders, faults of past.
‘HighTech’ has made man’s heart very selfish.
Man has forgotten Maker’s love and wish!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-11-11
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when people waste food, water,
wealth, health, education, talents and time,
it sadly angers God
quote by by John Celes
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Sonnet: God Will Provide!
Your husband is the nicest man I know;
You are lucky to be his half-better!
He’s stuck to his good principles well; oh!
Never mind if he couldn’t be wealth-getter.
So thank the Lord and praise Heaven for this;
God will provide all things by miracles;
He has in store for you more earthly bliss;
He’ll guide you both through life’s few debacles!
Just pray that God should give you both, good health;
Just thank the Almighty for all He’s done;
Just stay more patient: God will give more wealth;
To live a Christian life is not some fun!
God gives us strife and with it solutions;
He uses us for His revelations.
3-6-2004 copyright by dr john celes
Dedicated to my beloved sister-in-law
Mrs. Josephine Joebert
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: A Village-life is Better
A city-life has gone to dogs these days,
With problems of water, shelter and food;
The cost of living has gone up always;
The ‘luxury’ cannot keep one’s health good!
A village-life is far better to all;
Tho’ time ticks slowly, health is at its peak;
Yet, love and courtesy is maintained tall;
A simple livelihood, most farmers eke.
But still, men throng the cities all the time,
To live a discontented, worthless life?
And neither are the mind and soul sublime;
Man struggles much to combat daily strife.
So, why can’t men be level-headed then,
And live ’midst Nature’s plants, beasts, birds like wren?
8-2-2002
poem by John Celes
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The Choice
Some inherit manly beauty,
Some come into worldly wealth;
Some have lofty sense of duty,
Others boast exultant health.
Though the pick may be confusing,
Health, wealth, charm or character,
If you had the chance of choosing
Which would you prefer?
I'm not sold on body beauty,
Though health I appreciate;
Character and sense of duty
I resign to Men of State.
I don't need a heap of money;
Oh I know I'm hard to please.
Though to you it may seem funny,
I want none of these.
No, give me Imagination,
And the gift of weaving words
Into patterns of creation,
With the lilt of singing birds;
Passion and the power to show it,
Sense of life with love expressed:
Let my be a bloody poet,--
You can keep the rest.
poem by Robert William Service
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Some Life’s Paradoxes
The dead can’t care about living;
The living must pray for their dead;
Though dead took care of living then,
The living can’t take care of dead!
The elderly cared for all young;
The young must care for aged when old;
The love that parents had shown then,
Can’t be repaid ever by young!
The fruits I enjoy now when young,
Are from the trees planted by aged;
The things I do to others now
Will be returned to me when old!
The measure I use for others
Will be used unto me by God;
The judgments I pronounce on next,
Will decide my after-life’s rod!
Let’s do our duty with great love;
Reward will come from heav’n above.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 20-11-2010
poem by John Celes
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Learn To Like
School yourself to savour most
Joys that have but little cost;
Prove the best of life is free,
Sun and stars and sky and sea;
Eager in your eyes to please,
Proffer meadows, brooks and trees;
Nature strives for your content,
Never charging you a cent.
Learn to love a garden gay,
Flowers and fruit in rich array.
Care for dogs and singing birds,
Have for children cheery words.
Find plain food and comfort are
More than luxury by far.
Music, books and honest friends
Outweigh golden dividends.
Love your work and do it well,
Scorning not a leisure spell.
Hold the truest form of wealth
Body fit and ruddy health.
Let your smile of happiness
Rustic peace serenely stress:
Home to love and heart to pray--
Thank your God for every day.
poem by Robert William Service
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Sonnet: Functions of a Poem
The poem a hundred times or more,
Must look anew and make hearts passionate;
And never make the reader’s mind, eyes sore,
Nor try to others ever imitate.
A poem must make readers hearts to feel,
The way the poet feels when poem’s writ;
And give a literary, untasted meal,
And make the man better, mentally fit.
A poem ought to serve the people’s cause,
And free the souls in devil’s grip for long;
A poem helps a man rethink and pause,
And heed the inner voice, avoiding wrong.
A poem takes a soul nearer to God,
Reminding man, he’s an especial clod.
5-21-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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The Elderly These Days!
The younger birds have flown off far away!
Their parents aged are left alone today;
The nest looks empty, silent, everyday;
O Lord, show us your way- they pray!
Who cares who cares for elderly these days?
All children seem busy in their own ways;
Mere solitude is what the world repays;
Oh, what a blot on modern human race!
What love was shown by parents in years past!
They look now weary, dazed, with eyes downcast;
They live in penury and sickness fast;
’Tis years, their near and dear ones saw them last!
Cannot all children understand their plight?
Neglecting elderly is never right;
God sees their bloody tears when children fight;
The elderly need food, comfort, care, sight!
Our parents kept us warm when we were cold;
All children have a duty to ones old;
The elderly need young shoulders to hold;
Their virtuous deeds are worth more than all gold!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-10-2006
Dedicated most lovingly to the World’s Elderly
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