Imanuel Ehrenhardt
I began with Sir William Hamilton's lectures.
Then studied Dugald Stewart;
And then John Locke on the Understanding,
And then Descartes, Fichte and Schelling,
Kant and then Schopenhauer --
Books I borrowed from old Judge Somers.
All read with rapturous industry
Hoping it was reserved to me
To grasp the tail of the ultimate secret,
And drag it out of its hole.
My soul flew up ten thousand miles,
And only the moon looked a little bigger.
Then I fell back, how glad of the earth!
All through the soul of William Jones
Who showed me a letter of John Muir.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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The Great Tribunal
John in vision saw the day
When the Judge will hasten down;
Heav'n and earth shall flee away
From the terror of his frown:
Dead and living, small and great,
Raised from the earth and sea;
At his bar shall hear their fate,
What will then become of me?
Can I bear his aweful looks?
Shall I stand in judgment then,
When I see the opened books,
Written by th' Almighty's pen?
If he to remembrance bring,
And expose to public view,
Every work and secret thing,
Ah, my soul, what canst thou do?
When the list shall be produced
Of the talents I enjoyed;
Means and mercies, how abused!
Time and strength, how misemployed!
Conscience then, compelled to read,
Must allow the charge is true;
Say, my soul, what canst thou plead
In that hour, what wilt thou do?
But the book of life I see,
May my name be written there!
Then from guilt and danger free,
Glad I'll meet him in the air:
That's the book I hope to plead,
'Tis the gospel opened wide;
Lord, I am a wretch indeed!
I have sinned, but thou hast died.
Now my soul knows what to do;
Thus I shall with boldness stand,
Numbered with the faithful few,
Owned and saved, at thy right hand:
If thou help a foolish worm
To believe thy promise now;
Justice will at last confirm
What thy mercy wrought below.
poem by John Newton
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Sonnet: My Letter to God
I wrote a letter from my heart to God,
(As men on earth wallow in corruption) ,
Requesting Him to end my strife by nod
And keep my soul immune to Damnation!
I never know from whom my troubles come;
Sometimes, ’tis clear and true, I am at fault;
The temptations of devils make me dumb;
‘My sufferings of body, Lord, Please halt! ’
God answered speaking right within my heart;
(Although delayed, His letter came on time!)
‘Just keep My code for life till you depart:
For everything on earth, I’ve set a clime.’
The Bible showed me how to live on earth;
God loves each man even before his birth.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-21-2006
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The Base Of All Metaphysics
AND now, gentlemen,
A word I give to remain in your memories and minds,
As base, and finale too, for all metaphysics.
(So, to the students, the old professor,
At the close of his crowded course.)
Having studied the new and antique, the Greek and Germanic systems,
Kant having studied and stated--Fichte and Schelling and Hegel,
Stated the lore of Plato--and Socrates, greater than Plato,
And greater than Socrates sought and stated--Christ divine having
studied long,
I see reminiscent to-day those Greek and Germanic systems, 10
See the philosophies all--Christian churches and tenets see,
Yet underneath Socrates clearly see--and underneath Christ the divine
I see,
The dear love of man for his comrade--the attraction of friend to
friend,
Of the well-married husband and wife--of children and parents,
Of city for city, and land for land.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Borrowed
borrowed shirts, borrowed shoes,
borrowed books, borrowed thoughts,
borrowed bed, borrowed lover,
borrowed dreams, borrowed salt.
borrowed children, borrowed mothers,
borrowed study, borrowed lives.
borrowed God, borrowed heaven,
borrowed killers with borrowed knives.
borrowed flags, borrowed lies,
borrowed virtue, borrowed freedom.
borrowed bombs, borrowed bullets,
borrowed puppets, borrowed kingdoms.
borrowed soup bowls, borrowed numbers,
borrowed tents, borrowed bridge.
borrowed hope, borrowed survival,
borrowed till it's sacrilige!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Till a man can judge whether they be truths or not, his understanding is but little improved, and thus men of much reading, though greatly learned, but may be little knowing.
quote by John Locke
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Gypsy
Watching the universe at the end of another day
Fatalistic ships froma distant shore
In the back of my mind I could see she was standing there
Like the feeling you have
When youve been there before
She was a gypsy woman
She was as cold as the day
She said Id got it coming
And then she took me away
She took me through the shadows of her sunken dream
I thought its over me,she wasnt all she seemed
She took my hand and then she started to speak
She told me shed had the call
With eyes of fire that were burning my soul
She looked into her crystal ball
She read my fortune then she read my mind
She didnt like my thoughts at all
She showed me shadows,a spectre of life
My soul just wanted to scream
She stared so deeply into my eyes
Thats when I fell into a dream
When I awoke in bed she lay beside me
And she read me with her eyes,she said
So you wanna be a gypsy,come on now
Gypsy woman youre the devil in drag
You are the queen of all hell
You took my body,now youre wasting my soul
Youve got me under your spell
And as the sun shines on another day
Youre gonna take my mind as well,its over
So you wanna be a gypsy,come on now.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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The Three Drinkers
Blacksmith Green had three strong sons,
With bread and beef did fill 'em,
Now John and Ned are perished and dead,
But plenty remains of William.
John Green was a whiskey drinker,
The Land of Cakes supplied him,
Till at last his soul flew out by the hole
That the fierce drink burned inside him.
Ned Green was a water drinker,
And, Lord, how Ned would fuddle!
He rotted away his mortal clay
Like an old boot thrown in a puddle.
Will Green was a wise young drinker,
Shrank from whiskey or water,
But he made good cheer with headstrong beer,
And married an alderman's daughter.
poem by Robert Graves
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Happy Mother’s Day,2008
I’m glad to have a mother good,
Who nursed me well and gave good food;
Who taught me how to read and write,
And sang a lullaby each night.
Who showed me how to walk and run,
And played with me to have some fun;
Who kept me spick and span each day,
And told me stories like a Fay.
Who showed me how to pray to God,
And caned me sometimes as a rod;
Who reared me well with love and care,
And toiled all life for my welfare.
A lovely soul, one’s mother is,
Who shows the way to every bliss!
God bless my mother specially,
And keep her happy and healthy.
‘Wish you dear mom, a Happy Mother’s Day,2008! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-1-2008
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Nature is the soul of art.
William Hazlitt in Lectures on the English Poets (1818)
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The Little Peach
A little peach in the orchard grew,--
A little peach of emerald hue;
Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,
It grew.
One day, passing that orchard through,
That little peach dawned on the view
Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue--
Them two.
Up at that peach a club they threw--
Down from the stem on which it grew
Fell that peach of emerald hue.
Mon Dieu!
John took a bite and Sue a chew,
And then the trouble began to brew,--
Trouble the doctor couldn't subdue.
Too true!
Under the turf where the daisies grew
They planted John and his sister Sue,
And their little souls to the angels flew,--
Boo hoo!
What of that peach of the emerald hue,
Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew?
Ah, well, its mission on earth is through.
Adieu!
1880.
poem by Eugene Field
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Pestilential Solemn
From a deep slumber, a forever rest; lies abreast from me a lowly being.
T'was the same like before who showed no signs of fleeing.
He looked at me with his eyes he glared,
he looked at me with his nostrils flared.
He reached within me and grabbed my soul,
disappearing now into a world of cold.
An ethereal place where nightmare lurks,
as I wonder alone being the berkes.
I stood there edgewise as a crow flew to me,
he showed no fear, from what I could see.
He spoke with a voice so soft and ease,
'Weary traveler, let your trouble seize.'
I am stricken with angst as time before me froze
'What is now to come, but one of many woes? '
The crow before me, glisten and glowed;
forming a mirror, myself it showed.
Upon his chest a darkened hole,
and in his right hand beating, his heart and soul.
He reached with his left, grabbing my arm from the mirror,
my eyesight blurred for a second now is clearer.
He dragged me in as the mirror liquefied,
leaving me alone on the other side.
My body it burned as I looked upon my breast,
my heart was gone, a blackened hole upon my chest;
a beating in my hand with my heart in chains,
agony overwhelms as insanity now reigns.
A ghost beside me, a face like mine;
he laughed and jest as I am benign.
Time still froze while I lay restless,
lost in this dream, nonetheless.
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Letter To A Soldier
Letter To A Soldier
A soldier got a letter, from the one he loved the most,
he looked at her new picture and he began to boast,
about his lovely wife and their kids back home,
which made all his buddies, think about their own,
when he was all alone, with her letter in his hand,
he thought about the love they had, and began to understand,
the reasons he had for fighting, and the sacrifices he had to make,
so the freedom of his family, no one could ever take,
he kissed the letter as though it was his wife,
it would have to do him, through all his pain and strife,
he kept the letter with him, right next to his heart,
as if it would protect him, during the battles he knew would start,
though many men were wounded, and some of them had died,
he kept the letter with him, it gave him strength inside,
the letter told him, all he had to know,
that his family missed him, and they loved him so,
so all you married ladies, with a husband in Iraq,
send him a little something everyday, until he finally does come back,
tell him about the children and the little things they do,
tell him how much you love him, you know he misses you,
soon this war will be over, and the killing all will end,
there will be a smile upon your face, when you welcome home,
YOUR BEST FRIEND.
written by Harry Bryant
28 August 2008 ©
all rights reserved
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John Jones may be described as 'one of the has beens'.
quote by William Hone
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To the Faerie Lady
I once believed in fairies,
Pixies, elves, and such,
But as I grew, I thought I knew
That they were just too much.
I lived my humdrum life each day,
To work and then back home;
The years flew by, and with them I
Forgot of elves and gnomes;
Until I met a tender soul
Who believed in fairy lore,
And showed me things like fairy rings
Till I believed once more.
Copyright (C) 2004, John Bliven Morin
poem by John Bliven Morin
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I began working with the John Muir Institute and then started helping found Friends of the Earth organizations here and there in other countries. That pretty well brings us up to the present.
quote by David R. Brower
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The Hole in the Sky!
There’s a hole in the sky,
Amidst the rain-bearing clouds,
And only when the gap is closed,
Will the rain finally come,
To quench the intense thirst,
Of the lands’ parched lips!
There’s a hole in the sky,
That allows U-V rays,
So dangerous to human lives,
Becoming bigger everyday:
It is the Ozone Hole!
Let’s blame our flouro-carbons!
There’s a hole in the sky!
And children try to fill the gap,
To place the final picture-piece,
And make the landscape painting whole;
But the job is so tough:
A losing battle, it sure seems.
There’s a hole in the sky!
It should not become bigger;
Let’s strive to keep it smaller,
For health of human beings.
Let’s patch up the hole while we can,
Reducing risks to our lives!
The sky is our protector;
The sky is our rain-giver;
The sky is our benefactor;
Let’s keep the hole not agape;
Let’s work to close the Hole
In the sky, and keep our lives, whole!
No ladder is just tall enough;
No pulley is quite strong enough;
When children join to try to solve
The Herculean puzzle then,
Why shouldn’t mankind as a whole?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-4-2008
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Sonnet: To My Mother Dear
You could not give me land or gold or wealth,
But helped me get precious Education;
You could not give me luxuries but health,
But showed to labor with dedication.
You could not show me grandeur of my life,
But showed me how to live in piety;
You could not find me a much wealthier wife,
But showed me how to do true charity.
You could not show me pomp and show and bliss,
But showed me how to live God-fearingly;
You showed me to prayers not ever miss,
And showed me speak the truth so daringly.
You could not guide me how to reach my goal,
But showed me how to keep holy, my soul.
6-2-2001
Dedicated to my dearest Mother Stella on behalf
Of all my sisters and brother by Dr John Celes
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Sin of Man
It seems empty of a man to sin,
Seemingly quiet is a man;
He is callous at times, temporarily,
Only to fall into flames on a certain day.
My exemplary standards are to be conquered,
By those who endure the caverns all.
Any black hole is deadly, in space or heaven,
Then bad notions enter the mind and soul,
With children at the front.
Man’s lesson is learnt when studied and read,
Descending into books with the head.
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Sonnet: The Need for Purity of Soul
I need to be sin-free and pure of heart,
And mind, soul, body and spirit as well,
As ’tis my duty and my earthly part,
To avoid punishment in fire of hell.
I need to be a virtuous earthling,
For, God gave me a soul and so expects,
My readiness for His Second Coming,
Although my freedom always, He respects.
I need to keep my soul afilled with grace,
To get God’s blessings, favors and His gifts,
And keep my righteous path, heavenly gaze,
And get rewarded by His divine lifts.
I need to be all pure of mind and soul,
For, that’s my ultimate aim and my role.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-27-2008
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Spivey Leaks
Spivy Leeks was a drip of a man
I met him washing dishes in a local cafe
And he told me if...were fishes
He'd steal all their scales and he ... away
Spivy Leeks was an introvert
Like a broken radio
He'd make your day real long
An end result, ... time he looked up women's skirt
Just trying to figure out what was right from what was wrong
He was looking for Jesus in all the wrong places
There in my hole, save his soul
Spivy Leeks, It's time to go home
Spivy Leeks was an odd looking man
He looks just like a pool table
Shoved into jeans
And he thought that he possessed a secret power
And no matter what he did, he would be redeemed
Spivy Leeks lived at the local 7-11
He looked at dirty magazines most everyday
He studied those pictures like he studied the Bible
He thought that they were angels and that he'd been saved
He was looking for Jesus in all the wrong places
There in my hole, save his soul
Spivy Leeks, It's time to go home
Spivy Leeks robbed a liquor store
Instead of a gun, he used a candy bar
He told the cashiers that he was their saviour
But his holiness,
His holiness and his Baby Ruth didn't get him very far
Spivy Leeks died a glorious death
Down on main street
It was quite a public site
And as Mr. Sheriff man was about to
Blow him to pieces
He said "Hallelujah, I'm coming home tonight
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