Feelings And Questions Of A Poet

Beholding Your Lovely Incarnation
Which Was In My Sweet Imagination
I Simply Became Spellbound......
And In The Ninth Heaven, Myself I Found

Who's That Noble Astronomer-
Fixing Our Co-ordinates...?
And Who's That 'Unseen Mathematician'..
Drawing The Graph Of Our Fates..?

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I wanted to become a mathematician, physicist or astronomer.

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The Graph

Intelligently plotted and emotionally powered is my love for you,
But this is the graph that is plotted to your heart.
Of the graph and the muse,
Like the works of an act to swing about;
But my imaginations are for you my sweet one.

Of the graph and my style,
Intelligently plotted with your love to meet my heart;
But as a novelist, i have the touch of the writer's pen.
You are the graph of my love and,
The writer's pen that acts a lot for you to kiss me;
But the muse of my love will always be with you.

I am an influential Philosopher,
And i am ready to reach out to the whole world with my love;
But the graph of your love is always on my mind.
Let your emotional love touch me with a kiss,
And let your sweet breasts do the act;
For nicely plotted is your love to my heart.

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Spellbound

Why does love hurt so
How do you just know
How to get to me baby
Words arent only words
When theyre from you theyre
Heard
When you say
You really love me
Maybe its a trick
Something doesnt click
Maybe its a spell
That youve got me under
Somethings going down
Turn my world around
I woke up and I found
I was spellbound.
Chorus:
Spellbound
So
Spellbound
So wicked
Spellbound
And your prison
Feels good so
Spellbound
Your kisses
Spellbound
Against my wishes
Spellbound
I wouldnt help it if I could
Metaphysical past the visual
You touch the heart of me
Night turns in to day
Shadows fade away
When you say you
Really love me
Maybe its a trick
Something doesnt click
Maybe its a spell
That youve got me under
Somethings going down
Turn my world around
I woke up and I found
I was spellbound
Chorus
Maybe its a trick
Something doesnt click
Maybe its a spell
That youve got me under
Somethings going down
Turn my world around
I woke up and I found
I was spellbound

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Spellbound & Speechless

(j.p. maunick)
Across a crowded room, set apart from it all
You took my breath away (yes you did)
Like a sparkle in the dark
You smiled and I knew
That you would make my dreams come true
Chorus:
Spellbound and speechless
Spellbound
Spellbound and speechless
Spellbound
Spellbound
Its unbelieveable, I hardly know you at all
Still you make me feel this way
Youre unpredictable
In all the things that you do
Now my heart belongs to you (yes it does)
Chorus
Im bein true to myself
With every word I say in all the things I do
And though you may not feel the same,
You know Im there for you
I cant stop lovin you
Spellbound, spellbound, spellbound
Chorus x 3
Repeat (fade)

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Byron

To Anne: Oh, Say Not, Sweet Anne

Oh, say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed
The heart which adores you should wish to dissever;
Such Fates were to me most unkind ones indeed,
To bear me from love and from beauty for ever.

Your frowns, lovely girl, are the Fates which alone
Could bid me from fond admiration refrain;
By these, every hope, every wish were o'erthrown,
Till smiles should restore me to rapture again.

As the ivy and oak, in the forest entwined,
The rage of the tempest united must weather;
My love and my life were by nature design'd
To flourish alike, or to perish together.

Then say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed
Your lover should bid you a lasting adieu;
Till Fate can ordain that his bosom shall bleed,
His soul, his existence, are centred in you.

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Spellbound

(mansfield/ oneill/ palmer)
Spellbound, obsessed, Im entranced, possessed
I swear by stars above
Ive never been so much in love
Caught up, entwined, in your embrace, its so divine
You are my all
No lookin back, too far to fall
Spellbound
Baby dont you know, you got me spellbound
Spellbound
Wrenched an unknown feeling from my heart
Baby doll you know you keep me spellbound
Im so high on love I wont come down
Oh oh what do we do?
You fell for me I fell for you
Bewitched, but adored
I never loved like this before
I had a dream
My wish was granted
We got a love, I never thought Id find
Under your spell, I stay enchanted
You cast a charm
Our love is so sublime
Spellbound
Baby dont you know, you got me spellbound
Spellbound
Wrenched an unknown feeling from my heart
Baby doll you know you keep me spellbound
Im so high on love I wont come down
Your kiss is ecstacy, so much intensity
I swear by stars above
Ive never been so much in love
Spellbound
Baby dont you know, you got me spellbound
Spellbound
Wrenched an unknown feeling from my heart
Baby doll you know you keep me spellbound
Im so high on love I wont come down
Spellbound
Baby dont you know, you got me spellbound
Spellbound
Wrenched an unknown feeling from my heart
Baby doll you know you keep me spellbound
Im so high on love I wont come down
Spellbound
Baby dont you know, you got me spellbound
Spellbound
Wrenched an unknown feeling from my heart

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Shoeshine Girl

One day as I was walking
Through an airport corridor
I saw a comely goth girl
With tattos on her form
She gezed up with her pretty white fece
And shone her eyes on me
She shined my shoes and then I knew
That I would spellbound be
Her hair was not the shiniest
Her skin was not like silk
But she had a way of looking
That made me wanna milk
As I sat high above her
Her cleavage I could see
I contemplated both of them
Thats how she spellbound me
She wore black on her clothing
And she wore black on her boots
Lt was lollapalooza day
But she didnt iike he groups
I got lost in her pale skin
And wanted to stay down
But I had someone waiting
So I left spellbound
So if youre dark and lovely
And you see me passing by
A smile Id appreciate
And a little bit of crime
I haven got a dollar
And I havent gol a crown
I wander lost across this earlh
Im just spellbound

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A mathematician is a person who can find analogies between theorems; a better mathematician is one who can see analogies between proofs and the best mathematician can notice analogies between theories.

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Sweet Heaven (I'm In Love Again)

Music by Barry Manilow
Lyric by Bruce Sussman & Jack Feldman
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Sweet heaven I'm in love again
Sweet heaven I'm in love again
You came along now what can I do
I only want to be with you
Sweet heaven here I go again
I'm hooked from head to toe again
One minute I'm so lonely and then
Oh sweet heaven
Hey babe
Now that I've found you life's a song
Say babe
Where were you hiding I've been waiting so long
Sweet heaven I'm in love again
So totally in love again
I'll shout it everywhere I go
I'll sing it on the radio
I want the whole world to know
Sweet heaven I'm in love again

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So this is the only TV show in America where I am quite confident that you, the audience, will share my excitement when I tell you that coming up in our next segment, we have the best graph ever. Best graph ever.

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Lovina

My birth place is the Earth but,
I am preparing myself to go to heaven;
For the sun is shining on me and the flowers are blooming to respect my muse,
But the hope of the unseen heaven is all that i have in mind.

I am preparing myself to go to heaven!
And like the sound of silence and the sound of love;
But the troubles of this Earth are like the sounds of war and the sound of peace,
And like the golden banana and the golden pineapples.

I have to run faster trhan the lion!
Because, i need to overcome the troubles around me to reach the heavens;
But, this Earth is my birthplace.

I am now reaching to heaven! !
And i am very hot like a trip from Oshodi to Yaba in Lagos (Nigeria):
But, my lovely name is Lovina,
And you are as cold as ever.

There is always the power to love and the power of dreams,
And like a monkey hanging on a tree;
But, you are like a gold miner ready for my love,
However, the hope of this unseen heaven is always in my mind.

I have the code of the heaven's gate to share with you,
And like my love so sweet in the land of peace and beauty;
But pride comes before a fall in life,
However, i will get off on this dream to get to heaven!

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Who Says The World Is Vast?

Who says the world is vast?
As I can see the arch-
Not far long it creates the dome.
When I approach to it,
It goes far away upon.
Then how does an artist draw the horizon?

I apprehend the universe is vast-
As I can not see the fence.
Then how does an astronomer photograph it,
And sticks these on the pages of books?
And is not the perspective concept of geometry applied to them?

If all these are imagination and assumption-
Then I am a poet full of imagination-
Far above of them to think
With a colourful pen and ink.

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The Way To Create Meaning

there is nothing
wrong with
believing that when we
die
we simply return
to our
original nature

atomic particles
reduced neurons
roving neutrons
simply
untangled from
a body

it can be harsh
it can be truthfully harsh

but i am given
a choice
whether to be
literal or
figurative

whether to see
a landscape
or simply an
array of
random particles
floating in
air in silence
meaninglessly


what makes me distinct
is my imagination

as of now i am
a body
with all my senses
on

when i die
i can still be
a flying spirit
unseen
and still as
beautiful as
i think myself
to be

even if death
reduces me into
atomic particles
i can still
dance in the
mystery of
my own
fantasy

i refuse to be
simply
a meaningless set
of dust
beneath the
feet of
this earth

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Heaven Can Wait

(eric carmen)
I was livin for tomorrow
Hangin on from day to day
Tired of chasin a dream
That so constantly seemed
To just slip away
Oh, now that Ive found a love thats forever
Heaven can wait till then
Oh, at last I can see how sweet love can be
So if its not too late
Heaven can wait
Life is short, my darlin
But tomorrow come what may
You are here in my heart
And thats something that no one can take away
Oh, now that Ive found a love thats forever
Heaven can wait till then
Oh, at last I can see how sweet love can be
So if its not too late
Heaven can wait
Oh, now that Ive found a love thats forever
Heaven can wait till then
Oh, at last I can see how sweet love can be
So if its not too late
Heaven can wait
Heaven can wait
Heaven can wait
Heaven can wait

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The noble are not noble

Behave as a noble one
While you indulge in evil.
Appear as a noble one
While you practise evil.
You’re held as the great.
Being noble unseen,
One goes unsung in the world.
01.01.2003

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Painting

I'm drawing a circle,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each gliding of the pencil on the paper,
Until it becomes a spiral.

I'm drawing the line of your oval eyes,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each winking of yours,
Until it becomes only the memory of your sight.

I'm drawing the line of your elliptical lips,
This beauty of your lips,
Which is dwindling concentrically
With each whisper
Until it becomes only the memory of your word.

I'm drawing your great feeling,
As a noble heart,
Which is eccentrically enlarging,
Until I can touch you
To become one soul.

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Leather and Silk

It was a dance
at least I think it was
the silk scarf
drawn across her face
til only her eyes were revealed
having in them that playful gleam
only love play brings.

She took the scarf
allowing it to play
across her hips
which moved unseen behind the silk
making the scarf move
buffed by unseen promises..

It slithered up between her breasts
languishing upon her shoulders bare
then suddenly twirling
about her head
her laughing
a crystal laugh
spinning
round
wrapping her self in the silken wave
a twirling dervish
of light and perfume.

I rise
my back straight
fixing her gaze
advancing

hypnotized by her eyes
fixing me
capturing me
inside her now close breath
exhaling;
scarf thin is the space
between
and we both breathe shared air
inhale and exhaled waves
mutually taken in;
we both now light of head
with heat
and intoxicating oxygens
diving deep with
lung cavities
where they dance and swirl
exhale
and set themselves to receive
new incoming
exhilarations.


The eyes now closed
the scarf comes up again
circling my neck;
she taking both ends
drawing me close
eyes never leaving mine
frozen time
her body
was now my body
and I hers.

We two
now at short scarf length
twirl
my belt
now in play
encircling her neck;
my leather;
her silk;
joined
as our hearts play.

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’Tis So Lovely To …

’Tis so lovely to be born a Christian;
’Tis so lovely to be a Roman Catholic;
’Tis so lovely to follow Jesus Christ;
’Tis so lovely to know the one, living God;
’Tis so lovely to read the Holy Bible;
’Tis so lovely to have Christian parents
’Tis so lovely to walk in the shadow of the Holy cross;
’Tis so lovely to spread the Gospel;
’Tis so lovely to obey God’s Ten Commandments;
’Tis so lovely to abide by the precepts of the holy Catholic Church;
’Tis so lovely to receive the Holy Sacraments;
’Tis so lovely to confess sins and gain forgiveness from God;
’Tis so lovely to receive the Holy Eucharist;
’Tis so lovely to be an example of Christ unto others;
’Tis so lovely to be a “Fisher of Souls”;
’Tis so lovely to do miracles like Christ;
’Tis so lovely to heal the sick by prayers;
’Tis so lovely to console the sick and the dying;
’Tis so lovely to live a life like that of Christ;
’Tis so lovely to keep the soul pure;
’Tis so lovely to be filled by the Holy Spirit;
’Tis so lovely to take the road to heaven;
’Tis so lovely to die a holy Christian death;
’Tis so lovely to resurrect after death;
’Tis so lovely to be spared of eternal damnation;
’Tis so lovely to have eternal life;
’Tis so lovely to live in commune with God
Forever in Heaven thereafter!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-16-2006

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In the final analysis, a drawing simply is no longer a drawing, no matter how self-sufficient its execution may be. It is a symbol, and the more profoundly the imaginary lines of projection meet higher dimensions, the better.

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Ladys Tomb

As in the gardens, all through May, the rose,
Lovely, and young, and fair apparelled,
Makes sunrise jealous of her rosy red,
When dawn upon the dew of dawning glows;
Graces and Loves within her breast repose,
The woods are faint with the sweet odour shed,
Till rains and heavy suns have smitten dead
The languid flower, and the loose leaves unclose, -

So this, the perfect beauty of our days,
When earth and heaven were vocal of her praise,
The fates have slain, and her sweet soul reposes;
And tears I bring, and sighs, and on her tomb
Pour milk, and scatter buds of many a bloom,
That dead, as living, she may be with roses.

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